Letters from the Big Man Page #4

# Ain't it fine

# Ain't it fine

When you know what you have

# And you have what you know

you want

# So fine, so fine, so fine... #

You all right, pal?

Eh? You all right?

RAIN POURS OUTSIDE

Do you think it's raining everywhere?

It doesn't rain in the Gobi Desert.

That's why the camels have humps.

Why?

To store the water.

Can they not get it

from the tap like everyone else?

Rain -

we could lend them some of ours.

Can we go there, Ma?

Aye, we can go there.

We can go to all sorts of places,

Mongolia,

California,

Venezuela,

India.

Majorca?

How will we get there?

Balloon.

We'll float on the clouds.

What's the matter, Frankie?

It's gone all floppy.

Don't mind me, Sandra.

Yes, Mr Mason.

How are things, Frankie?

Hmm?

John Logie Baird,

the inventor of television.

The steam engine, James Watt.

The phone...

Who was that? The phone!

Does that not ring a bell,

an Alexander Graham Bell!

Of course, Alexander frae Darvel.

Penicillin. Sir Alexander Fleming.

Simpson, chloroform.

Tarmacadam? No, but listen.

Listen. We've left out the greatest

Scotsman of them all - Rabbie Burns.

Och aye. We're a curious

and restless race, us Scots.

We're into everything.

I mean, look at the things

we've discovered and invented.

So many things, right enough.

You'd have trouble playing

this game with Hungarians.

Hungarians?

Bela Lugosi!

LOUD MUSIC:
"Over You"

by Bryan Ferry

Hey!

I want a word with you, by the way!

Hey, ho! Come here a minute.

You've been seen, you bastard.

You'd better get your arse in the gym

tomorrow, 2.00pm or else! F*** off.

I told you to get away from me.

Now f*** off!

Don't come the funny f***er with me.

It's me, remember?

I set up your first fight. It's

my f***ing reputation on the line.

Ah, your reputation's

a bag of sh*t, Frankie.

F*** you. F*** Mason.

F*** the fight. The fight's off.

It's all off! Tell Mason he

can shove it. Now f*** off!

Ah, Danny, for f***'s sake!

I'd marry you.

Would you? I would.

Is that you, Beth?

Yeah. I'll only be a minute.

Just saying good night.

In here.

No. Here. Come on!

DOOR OPENS:

CAREFREE WHISTLING

What are you all staring at?

Huh?

You didn't think I would show, eh?

Ahh! What's the matter, man?

Pain's in the wallet.

You want to see what

you've got your money on.

Come on! I'll show you.

I'll take the lot of you.

What's that, Tommy?

You've got to want to kill

the other man, is that right?

Oh, don't forget

the old thumb on the eye.

Where's Cutty Dawson?

Bring him on now.

Come on.

Come one, come all!

In the red corner,

Danny Scoular the Mad Miner!

Raised on cow pie,

ten months on strike,

in the starring role in Graithnock

County Court in grievous bodily harm.

See the man that could crack

the heads of a thousand policemen!

Stand back, ladies.

He takes on all comers!

So...

which one of you

wants a f***ing fight?

There's the cherry cake.

Fancies.

Buttered scones.

Jam. There's enough food on

this table to feed 20 people.

It's not excessive. In the strike...

Digestive, Gordon?

I will, thank you very much. In

the great miners' strike of 1984...

Scone, Beth?

We used to boil up old pit potatoes

on an old stove and feed

them to the kids.

Yes, well...

Look where it got them.

It was hard, but, er...

I think the change was

inevitable. Will you have one

of these, Peggy? They're very good.

Thank you, Gordon.

Beth?

Danny?

Kate?

SHE WHISTLES:

Over here, Smithy.

Show him your arm, Smithy.

Tell the man who supplies you

with this stuff. Cam Colvin.

Ever tried to come off it?

I've tried.

You ever gonna come off it?

Aye, sure, when they bury me.

How old are you, Smithy?

13, nearly.

A wee kid, better off in Dachau.

I've known them inject

themselves in the prick, only

place they could find a vein.

That's not a tailor's dummy.

The kid can hear you!

Oh, you think I'm

hurting the kid's pride?

Here.

Here. Away back to school, Smithy.

I grew up here, you know.

You think I don't feel

a thing for this kid?

This place,

it sickens me in my guts.

I want to make something

clear to you.

You're not just fighting Cutty.

Cutty works for Cam Colvin

and this is how Colvin makes

his living. That's where we live.

It's a tough world, eh?

I mean, you're the

expert in pride, Danny.

You can afford it. These kids can't.

It's up to you and me, Danny,

you and me together.

Colvin and his crew, we've got to

take them out of business.

Could be your child, could be mine.

Remember that on Sunday, Danny.

Don't get on his wrong side, Danny.

That's all.

Just keep thinking of

that lovely money you're

gonna win tomorrow night.

Think positive.

That's what I always do.

It's a good trick.

Think positive, act positive.

The American way! I'm OK, you're OK.

OK?

OK, Frankie.

Well, Mr Mason,

do you think your big man is as

pumped up as he's supposed to be?

You'll have to wait

and see, Mr Colvin.

Cutty will kill him.

Your big man's in

for a right kicking today.

Can we have some order, please?

Order, could we have some order

please? Order please, everybody!

Thank you. Thank you.

Order, please!

Thank you.

What we have here

is a fight to the finish. Right?

No disputed verdicts, no points

system. One fight, one winner.

Now, whoever stands alone

at this line

when I call time

and drop my handkerchief

is the winner.

Any questions?

Yes. Where is the nearest

hospital to Thornbank?

Mr Colvin

was asking the boys a question.

You and Mr Mason asked me

to referee this fight.

If you're not pleased with me,

you can deal with me after.

All right.

We have two big, healthy men here,

ready for a square go.

Beginning in 30 seconds from now.

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

You're gonna get hurt there, son.

You're gonna get hurt.

AHH!

Back off, ya bastard!

You need all the help you can

f***ing get! 30 seconds, gentlemen.

You're a dead man!

I'm OK. I'm OK. Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

(F***ing animal!)

Come on!

Come on!

30 seconds, gentlemen.

Remember, Cutty.

No win, no pay.

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

Come on! Come on!

Order. Order, please, gentlemen.

Order. Order, please, gentlemen.

30 seconds.

You've got him now.

Punch the bastard blind, Danny.

Punch him blind!

Five.

Prepare.

Time!

30 seconds, gentlemen.

Order, please, gentlemen. Order!

Order, please, gentlemen!

CROWD:
Come on! Come on, Danny!

Finish him now!

Five!

Get away!

Come on, Danny!

CHEERING:

WHISTLES FROM CROWD

MUFFLED SHOUTING: Danny! Danny!

Danny! Danny!

Hey -

Big Man.

GUN CLICKS:

I'll leave one for you.

GIGGLING:

Where'd you get that stuff?

My father gave me a credit card.

You should be more respectful

of my father.

He'll take care of you.

Cultivate his friendship.

Some of it might rub off.

Why give yourself such a hard time?

Do you enjoy it?

A line of this in your prick,

and you'll dance the night away.

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes