Raining Stones Page #4

try and pick a few winners.

I can't pick my

bloody nose.

Right, right,

come on!

Go on dad, have a

shot at it.

Goal!

Our kid's back!

/Is she?

Yeah...

/Where is she?

In there with me mum.

Where's Sean?

Gone to the shops.

She's give us two quid.

Two quid!

She must be loaded.

Pick this out, son.

Oh, yes, there's a gap!

Oh! What a save!

A goal!

How are you, kid?

Fine, dad.

You all right?

Yeah...

Turn that bloody head-banging

gear off, will you, love?

Blimey, it's a wonder you've

got any ear drums left.

Where's your mum?

/She's on the loo.

Is she?

/Hm-mm...

So how are you doing?

/I'm okay.

Well, you look okay, just got little

black marks under your eyes, though.

Dad, that, that's me

make-up.

Make-up?

/Yeah.

Well, you look a little

bit washy.

Washy?

Well, rundown, yeah.

Are your eating properly?

/Yeah, I feel great.

Well how's the flat

doing?

It's great!

Paying your rent

every week?

You bloody make sure you do. /Hi, Tom.

Shift your arse...

Yeah, all right.

There's some tater'ash

in the pan.

Is it hot?

Yeah.

Just cooked it.

Get myself a bowl now.

Oh, by the way, er...

madam...

how long are you staying

this time?

Oh, a couple of hours.

We're going down to the

market in Middleton.

Shouldn't be too long, though.

Eh, she bloody changed,

ain't she? She looks well.

Not so long ago we were dragging

her in off the bloody grass...

and changing her drawers and

putting her to bed, eh?

Don't be disgusting.

Ta-ta, then...

All right, Tracey?

Let's get going.

/Let me just do me hair.

Your hair's all right.

/No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

Has he still not

got a job yet?

No... just goes down and

signs on, that's it.

Doing his head in.

Sending him mental,

it is.

Still, you've landed on your

feet, haven't you? /Yeah.

So you're doing all right,

are you, babe?

Yeah, and it pays well.

Tommy, don't put that plate

on that table, you'll burn it.

Bloody hell, it's not going on

bloody Antiques Road Show, is it, May?

So what is you're doing

exactly?

Sales...

What, selling?

/Yeah.

Selling what?

Um... selling perfume,

make up.

Selling that stuff?

Bloody hell!

Over a hundred quid

a week.

You get a hundred quid

a week!

Yeah, with commission,

though.

You couldn't do us a favour,

could you?

Go on.

Bottle all my experience in the engineering

game, which is over thirty years, by the way...

cor blimey, we'd all make

a fortune.

I'll just get me coat.

Still no luck then,

no?

There's nothing doing

anyway, love, is there?

Fresh air sandwiches here at

Christmas, I'm afraid.

Here you are, dad.

What's that?

Get yourself a drink.

Don't want that, chuck.

Honest, things are not

that bad.

If it was mine, he'd take

it off me.

May, that would be different

wouldn't it?

Oh, dad! I treated me mum

and the lads...

She's loaded now,

Tommy.

She can afford it.

/Go on.

You sure?

/Yeah, here you are.

Tell you what...

when I win the pools...

I'll buy you a George Formby

long player, okay?

Right, Tracey.

See you later, Tommy.

See you... bye.

Hiya.

Do you... still do

Communion dresses?

Yeah, we do. Is it for

the little girl? /Yes.

Right, okay, um...

well do you want me to through

the prices with you first?

Please.

Okay, um, do you want

a full outfit?

Yeah, we do. Yeah.

/Right.

Our dresses start from

fifty pounds...

and they go up to

ninety pounds.

Then you want a head-dress.

That's a really nice ring

of flowers you get...

they're three twenty-five

up to five ninety-nine.

Then you want, um,

a veil...

from five ninety-nine

up to nine ninety-nine.

Oh, unless of course you want

us to provide you with a consett...

What's that?

It's the head-dress

and the veil combined.

It's actually what most people

are buying these days.

It would look really

lovely on her.

How much is it?

Um... they're sixteen ninety-nine

up to twenty-nine ninety-nine.

Oh, and then, you want

white gloves two ninety-nine.

Is that it... is that it?

/Yes.

Well...

do you want to go home

and have a think about it?

Yeah... yeah, I think

we should.

No, there's no point.

We'll go for it.

Where are we going to find

a hundred and fifteen quid?

A hundred and five. You've

already put ten down, haven't you?

Oh, yeah. And that's why we're

walking home instead of getting a bus.

Will you just shut up...

And there's the shoes. We've got to get

the shoes as well, another twenty quid.

We'll find it. Don't worry

about it.

Oh, yeah.

Mister Moneybags!

Will you shut up!

Well, it's bloody

stupid, isn't it?

Oh, stop moaning, woman!

/Coleen, come on, hurry up!

When am I getting

my dress?

Soon as all the alterations

have been made.

What?

Then you'll get your dress. Soon

as the alterations have been made.

Jesus! Can't you just

shut up!

Don't take it

out on her!

She can wrap you right

round her little finger.

Get hold of her hand

crossing this road.

Right. Come on,

hurry up.

Anyway, it's so happens, I've

made meself a few quid.

You what?

Whoops, eh...

I had a 25p win yankee

on the horses and it's come up.

Well why...

Don't tell that Tommy, though

or he'll be tapping us.

Why didn't you tell me?

I was letting you

sweat a bit.

Right, how much?

Right, Coleen, what I'm going

to tell you now...

I want you to listen to me very,

very carefully. Okay?

Well, you know about Our Lord, don't

you, he was crucified on the cross...

well... the night before he

was crucified...

he... he got all his mates

round...

round a big cable...

and they had a big tea.

Did he eat beans

like us?

I think he probably

ate his up.

Oh, very clever.

Get in the kitchen, I'm doing

me best here.

The reason he had all his mates

round for this tea...

was because he knew he was

going to die.

How did he know?

Well, because he's Christ.

Christ knows everything!

Why couldn't he run away?

/Oh, bloody hell!

Don't they teach you anything

at school?

Well, they told me

about confession.

Oh, forget confession, get

confession right out of your head.

We're not talking about confessions,

we're talking about Communion.

Right, what happened...

Jesus gets His Disciples...

Who's telling this, Anne,

me or you?

You!

We'll be out here all night...

way you're telling it.

So what he did was, He got

all his mates there like...

and He picks up a piece

of bread...

and He takes like... a piece of

the bread off like that...

and He holds it up to

His mates...

and He says...

"This is me.

This is my body. "

Right?

And then He

He got hold of His cup...

What's the next one, Anne?

"This is my blood. "

Oh, aye... picks up His cup,

or his goblet...

and He says to

His mates...

"this is my blood. "

Yeah, but I don't want to drink

Christ's blood.

It's not real blood!

It's just a glass of wine!

How come you said that

it were blood, then?

Because it means like...

it's the blood of Christ...

it represents the blood of

Christ. It's blood and it's wine.

Do you understand

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