Raining Stones Page #7

want any pissing about.

If you say a tenner

a week, I want it.

Mum! Dad's got

a new van!

I'm going downstairs

and see him.

Hey, dad!

/Coleen...

Yeah, look at this!

What! Is is this ours!

/Like it?

Yeah, it's great,

isn't it?

Come on, let me show you

the inside.

What do you think?

That's ours?

/Yeah, it's not bad, is it?

Why didn't you tell me

you were getting a van?

It came out of the blue. A bargain,

two sixty. Snatched his hand off.

Two sixty?

Look, the bloke I'm getting

it off is a mate of mine.

And he says I can pay him back

bit-by-bit once I start earning the money.

Ah, come on, this is us, kid,

we're on our way up now.

I can start earning

wages with this.

In fact, I've already pulled one

little job on the way down.

Yeah?

/Moving a little bit of furniture...

so it's a start.

Oh, it's got to be

right, this.

It's going to make it for us.

So what do you reckon?

Well, it could do with a bit

of a clean, couldn't it?

Bit of elbow grease and

it'll be fine, this.

Dad, when can we have

a ride in it?

Later love, later.

But for now...

you can sit in the driver's seat and

play with the steering wheel.

There you go. Get in there.

Have a go on the steering wheel.

Hey, can earn some money

with this, love.

Brilliant!

Ta-ta, love...

Hello, Gilbert.

Hello, Bob.

Are you all right?

Yeah, fine.

Better now.

I know what you mean,

mate, yeah.

Yeah, see you later

then, Bob.

You little shithead!

/I was going to pay you!

Oh, yeah! Were you?

I've got the money! I was going

to pay you!

I've got the money!

I want it now!

I've got it!

You never give me

a chance.

When you borrow money,

you pay it back.

Right.

/Right!

And never mind spending it

at bookies.

Look, we want this

every week...

Right...

/Every week.

You owe a lot of money!

/Right! Right!

Don't spend it

in the bookies...

I'm warning you!

/I won't!

A warning!

/Okay...

Oh, yes...

part time cleaners...

evening shifts

for city centre.

Mmm... that looks all right,

doesn't it, where is it?

Oh, Stretford.

Waste of time,

isn't it, that?

Travel'd be a week's wages,

wouldn't it?

See if there's anything else.

"Returning to work... "

Mum?

Yeah?

Can I have some money to go

to the chippy, please?

Oh, he's always after money,

our Sean. Come here.

Ta.

Um...

Right, I want some change.

Okay...

I shouldn't be too long, right.

I'll be home in a bit.

Mum... can I play out...

/Come straight home, bye.

Yeah, of course you can.

Put your coat on.

"... earn pounds at home.

Experienced machinists required...

for making baby buggy hoods

and aprons. "

Aye, I wonder how much

that is?

It's usually cash

in hand.

I used to get 12p

an apron...

and if I really was good, you know,

disciplined myself and put the hours in...

I'd get between ten and twelve

quid a day.

Sounds like it'd do us,

that.

You've got to be fast.

I've not sewed

in ages.

Soon get back into the swing

of things, don't you.

Eh, mum...

/Yeah... yeah?

An ambulance has just pulled up

outside Mrs Whittaker's house

and the people in the chippy said

that she's took an overdose...

Let's have a look.

You know, it doesn't

surprise me, this.

She got caught for doing

the meter.

Did she?

/Yeah, about three weeks ago.

You know, it gets you like that,

dunnit?

Yeah, but throwing the towel

in's not the answer, is it?

She's got three kids,

for Christ's sake.

Mmm... it's funny how we start off,

innit, with all these big ideas...

and you realise that things aren't

going to change...

Well... no...

Like Bob's prospects.

When's he going to

get a job?

Well, Tommy's like that, he's been

trying for ages, he's give up now.

Do you know...

I'll live and die in that flat and

nobody'll even know.

But at least you're not on your

own, are you?

I reckon we should

go out one night...

and get ourselves a couple

of sugar daddies.

Do you reckon?

/Yeah...

Isn't it gorgeous?

/It's lovely.

She looks like a princess.

/It's lovely, isn't it?

Go on, Coleen,

give us a twirl.

Oh, yeah... now walk up

and down.

Put your hands together as if

you're going to the altar.

Oh, she looks great.

Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty,

sixty, seventy...

seventy-five, eighty, ninety,

a hundred...

and four pounds. I'll just

get your change.

Keep close to the edge,

love.

No, you're going too far

away from the edge.

You're wasting too much

material, love.

You've got to keep that edge,

keep it closer to the edge.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa,

whoa, love! Come on!

You're running riot!

Try and keep as close to...

I don't want any

wastage at all, love.

What did you work

on before?

Um... kid's coats.

Kid's coats! My God, I bet you

had a lot of waste on them.

Go on, then...

whoa!

What?

Listen, love...

...keep your edges together.

I want to keep it close.

Lift your foot.

Lift the foot.

It's you, you make

me nervous.

You're making me ner...

you're making me nervous, love...

...look at that wastage on that

material.

Can make a belt out

of that.

Just try...

I'll be all right

once I get...

Have you got a machine

at home? /No, not yet.

You haven't got one at home!

/No...

Well how do you expect

to sew?

Er... I'm going to

hire one.

Well, I can't be working on that,

love. We need a job...

...whoa, whoa, whoa

whoa!

Girl! Bloody hell!

Gift the thing up!

No, I'm sorry, love.

/What?

I'm sorry, love. You haven't

got a clue, have you really, love?

Er, yeah.

I'll try again...

Come on, love.

/Why?

I haven't got time to train

you, love.

Well, give me a chance.

No, go and practice on somebody

else's material, lovey.

What?

/Off you go...

here's your coat. /When I'm

at home I'll be all right.

Never mind.

Off you go.

When you've got some

experience, come back.

Off you go. Go on,

love, go on.

Wasting my bloody time,

they do.

They haven't got a clue

about bloody sewing machines!

Right...

I've got everything for the mince pies,

so I'm all right for that. All right?

Yeah.

Um... want some bread.

/How many loaves?

Two. Two loaves.

Will that be enough?

Yeah. Yeah, I've got

a bit in.

Um...

Boiled ham.

Get some salmon paste...

yeah?

Salmon paste...

Yeah, Coleen likes that,

doesn't she?

A big bag of crisps.

Oh, coke...

What about the booze?

What about it?

Have to get a bottle

of whisky.

Don't have to get

a bottle nothing.

I do. That bloody brother-in-law

of yours is coming.

I'm not having that Tory-faced pillock

saying he never got a drink in my house.

Don't be daft.

Give over. You know what

he's like.

What's up?

Nothing, love.

Nothing.

Well, can you get

a move on?

Yeah, I'll see you later

/All right. See ya.

Yeah. Ta-ta, love.

Here we are.

Get it from here.

Excuse me. Have you got a cake

with icing on, please?

Is that big enough?

Yeah, that'll be fine,

that. Yeah.

Is that the lot or have you

got to get anything else?

Sausage meat...

Fancy a little bet?

You what?

I got a couple of tips last night

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