In Our Name Page #4

Suze, come here!

This is getting beyond a f***ing joke.

You're doing everything you can to avoid having sex with me.

I know what's going on.

What are you on about?

The f*** did he want?

He came to tell me they want us to start again in a month.

And?

And what?

So, you having a wee little drink to celebrate?

You going to rekindle your holiday romance with him?

What you talking about?

I don't know what happened to you out there,

but you've been acting f***ing weird from the moment you got back.

I mean, we haven't had sex once.

I just haven't been in the mood, Mark.

My head's just really f***ed up.

Well, un-f*** it fast! Cos I'm losing my patience.

I need to know. Did you f*** Paul?

You what?

Paul, Paul, the gawky c*nt that was sat on my sofa, getting pretty

cosy with one of my beers in his hand. Did you f*** him?

No. Course not.

You f***ed Paul.

- No.

- You f***ed Paul.

No.

Did ya?

No.

You'd better snap out of it.

Cos being around you is making me f***ing miserable.

DOOR OPENS:

Suze?

Suzy?

F***'s sake.

Suze, where the f*** are you?

Hey.

Sorry.

Yeah, Ironman.

CHATTER:

That gets you, like, don't it, that double?

Hey, Mark, Mark, good news about the promotion, wasn't it?

Yeah. Good news, very good news.

I, er...I heard you didn't get yours, though, did you?

ALL:
Ooh!

Oh, yeah, I'm in mortal agony, yeah, yeah.

Come on, mate, she's showing you up, man, she's showing you up.

- I'm showing you all up.

- He's the house husband

while she's out blasting the f*** out of chuggies, you know what I mean?

Dead proud as, me, babe.

Aye, you should be proud, mate, you should be proud.

She's done well. She's done better than you, anyway, hasn't she?

Ooh!

Does it hurt?

No, he gets violent. No, he gets violent.

Do you want another drink?

- Yeah, babe, yeah.

- Same again?

I'm just on the wind-up, mate, I'm just on the wind-up.

- Anyone else?

- No, I'm all right, cheers.

Hiya, erm...

I'll come back to you.

What are you doing? Mark'll f***ing kill us.

We need to talk. I've had your back up till now.

Oh, give me a break.

Suzy. Suzy, I think you need help.

You need to get away from him.

F*** you, Paul.

- Why don't you f*** off and mind your own business?

- He's a...

Don't you think you're interfering enough?

- He's a madman, he's a f***ing madman.

- F*** you, Paul.

Take a look in the garage, take a look in the f***ing garage.

What did you f***ing say? What did you f***ing say?

You're a f***ing psychopath. You heard.

This is f***ing perfect!

Paul, just f*** off.

F***ing psychopath, you heard.

Come on, tough guy. Well, come on, then. Come on, son.

Show me how f***ing tough you are!

I'll rip you up, you c*nt.

All right, babe, sorry, babe.

Show your f***ing friends how tough you are. Come on.

What a f***ing prick, man, the way he was coming at me.

F***ing hell, I should've f***ing slapped him one.

Why wouldn't you let me slap him? I'd love to have given him

a little f***ing slap on the side of the head, just like...bang.

Can we just shut up, Mark?

What a f***ing wanker.

PAKISTANI MUSIC PLAYS

Aah!

Ah, f***ing hell. What's this music, mate?

You wouldn't want to know, mate.

Go on, man, tell me, I'm interested.

It's Rajab Sumbar.

Yeah? Where's he from, then?

He's from Pakistan, mate.

- Pakistan?

- Yeah.

Where are you from?

I'm from the Boro, mate.

Up the Boro. Up the Boro, man!

No, man, where you from originally, though?

Where's your mum and dad from?

We're from Pakistan, mate.

Yeah?

I'm interested in other communities, how we can all get along better.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Good stuff.

You Muslim, by the way?

I am, aye.

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum alsalam wa rahmatu Allah wa barakatu.

What's your take on all this fundamentalism sh*t

going on at the moment?

All these suicide bombers and terrorism.

There's a f***ing witch-hunt going on now for all the Muslims now.

- Aye.

- It's f***ing bullshit.

If you look at it from another point of view, mate, you've got

the British and American armies in our Muslim countries, right?

- Yeah.

- Killing our Muslim brothers.

- Yeah.

- Raping our Muslim sisters, killing innocent children.

What do you make of that?

I mean, you can

sort of understand why some people would turn fundamentalist.

Do you know where I'm coming from?

- Yeah.

- I mean, the killing of innocent people, right,

it's wrong no matter what, don't get us wrong.

Sure, sure.

But, when it's your own blood, when it's your own type,

it's that bit different.

You said you're from Middlesbrough, though, mate.

I am from Middlesbrough, mate.

So, what's your f***ing point?

Comes down to one point, mate.

Think about the innocent civilians in those war-torn countries.

Ah, gotcha.

So, what do you do for a living, then, mate?

I'm a gunner in the British Army.

- You what?

- I'm a gunner in the British Army.

Really?

Yeah, really. Yeah, really f***ing really, so is she.

You having a laugh, mate?

No, I'm f***ing not having a laugh, mate!

Do I look like I'm f***ing laughing to you, mate?

No, mate.

No? No, mate. No, f***ing no, mate.

We've both just come out from f***ing Iraq, mate,

tour of f***ing duty.

Blasting the sh*t out of chuggies, ragheads, Pakis.

For Queen and f***ing country, mate. What do you think of that?

What do I think of that?

Yeah.

I don't think much, mate, I don't think much at all.

Exactly.

GLASS SMASHES:

Dad, there's somebody attacking the house!

Mum, wake up.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f***!

Mark!

I'm scared, Mum.

- Suze!

- They might try and hurt me.

No-one's going to hurt you.

Dirty bastard just posted a human sh*t through the letter box.

- Shh, Mark.

- I just f***ing stood in it!

- Mark!

- It's that f***ing cabbie. I know it.

It's all right, sweetheart. It's fine, it's fine.

Oh, f***ing hell.

Mark.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Bastard.

It's fine, darling. It's fine, yeah?

Do you want to stay with us tonight?

- Do you want to sleep with us?

- Yeah.

Mark...

Come on, then, let's get you inside.

Jesus, babe, that's a bit severe.

It's totally necessary.

Yeah, well, it was definitely him.

I've spoken to the lads, they know where we can find him.

How?

Don't worry, babe, I'm going to deal with it.

I'm coming with you.

Don't have to.

I do. I'll take her round me mam's.

Suze, maybe it's best if you don't.

She'll be safe round me mam's without us.

DOOR BUZZES:

- Come here, you f***er.

- What's happening?

- Grab his f***ing legs.

- SHOUTING

F***ing dirty bastard. Get on the f***ing floor.

Grab his f***ing hands, f***ing Paki c*nt. Hold him down.

Let go!

F***ing bastard!

She's just a little girl, you f***ing...

Get in the car. Get in the car.

Get off me!

SHE SOBS:

Paki bastard!

No, Mark, no!

TAPE REWINDS:

'Shut the f*** up, man!'

'She's just a little girl...'

Mark. Will you just delete that?

- What?

- Delete it.

What's up with you?

You took it way too far.

Come on, man.

He wasn't even moving.

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