Raining Stones Page #8

of Keith in the Carters' Arms.

Go halves with me for

a Yankee bet?

Keith?

At the Carters'!

Oh, sod Keith and the bets,

mate, listen...

I'm up to me neck

in the sh*t.

What with?

Have a look at that.

Oh, bloody hell,

lad...

how much?

You all right?

/Yep.

Can you get that

for me?

Your daddy in, sweetheart?

/No, me mum is.

Mrs Williams?

/What are you doing?

Nice to meet you, love.

Look, you don't just come

barging in somebody's house...

F***ing shut it!

You got a d*ckhead for a husband

and he owes me money...

You can't just come

in me house.

...lots of it!

Do you mean Bob?

Ted, go up f***ing stairs.

Have a look upstairs.

You're not going up me stairs.

I've not got anything.

No, you're not going up!

Get out!

Where is he?

Look, get your...

Where is he?

I don't know where he is.

Get him down my stairs now!

I told you, he owes

me money.

Let me tell you the sh*t

you're in!

Tell your mate to get

downstairs...

He borrowed a hundred and fifty

pounds. It's there in black and white.

Look, he's not in.

All right.

He borrowed a hundred

and fifty!

Look...

/Shut up!

The people he borrowed it

from...

maintained it was for a Communion

dress or something for a young girl.

Probably that little girl there,

was it?

Paid four weeks,

then pissed off.

Get out, will you!

Done the vanishing act.

He's not here!

But not from me,

he doesn't!

I bought the debt!

Look, he's not here,

so you...

And now he owes me!

And I get f***ing paid.

Don't come mithering me about it,

I don't know anything about it.

Altogether it's two hundred and

eighty-five pound.

Will you tell him to...

Two hundred and eighty five

pound, love, please.

Two hundred... I've not got two

hundred and eighty-five pound!

How much have

you got?

Nothing.

You must have something.

I've not got anything!

You must have something

in the house.

Oh, can you stop him!

You just stop it

in there!

Anything upstairs, Ted?

Look, he's gone and messed me

kitchen up.

Ted, anything upstairs!

No, f*** all!

Let's have a look

at your fingers.

No. You're not looking

at my fingers...

Let me have a look at

your fingers! /What for?

Hold your f***ing hands out! /No!

Hold your hands out!

Take the rings off.

/No!

Take the rings off.

This is me

wedding ring.

Pretty daughter,

isn't it, that?

You just leave her alone,

and just get out!

Do you want her

to stay pretty?

Just get out.

Do you want her to stay pretty? Take the

f***ing rings off! Put them on the table.

God... this isn't fair, this.

No.

Take them off!

If you don't,

he f***ing will!

Now take them off and

put them down there!

I don't believe this!

Money.

Where's your money?

We haven't got any money.

You must have some

f***ing money.

There's no money!

We're skint!

Video?

Where's your bag?

I don't know.

Where's your bag?

Here Tansey,

in the kitchen.

Oh just stop it, please,

get out!

Get out!

Get out of me house now!

Get out of it!

Open this!

Open it and give me

the money!

Get the money out!

There's nothing!

Get the money out!

There's nothing in me bag.

I haven't any money...

You have no f***ing money but

you're living off me!

Whose, f***ing money bought

this? Mine!

Give me some money!

I haven't got any.

Open the f***ing bag.

Let me see.

There is no money.

I know...

What's that! What is that? /Why...

Take that out!

What for?

Give it to me.

Give it to me! /That's

me book... I need...

That'll f***ing do

for starters.

I'll be back for this when it's

f***ing due every Monday...

and you can tell that f***ing

sh*t-house of a husband of yours...

either he pays... we find him,

we'll cut his f***ing bollocks off!

What am I going

to do now?

Then I'll come back and I'll

rip it out your f***ing arse!

Do you f***ing understand

now, do you?

Just please don't...

Don't f*** about...

with US!

Now...

...let him f***ing know that

we'll be f***ing back!

Anne?

Hi, love.

Why didn't you tell me?

/Tell you what?

You borrowed that money,

didn't you?

You never come up on the horses.

You borrowed it!

Oh, I'm sorry,

love.

I'm sorry.

Just get off!

/Tell me what happened?

They said things! They were really

threatening. You should have seen them.

What did they say?

They said...

They said Coleen were...

...was pretty.

And did we want to keep

her like that?

I'm sorry, love.

Look, I'm sorry...

/It's all your fault!

And they said they'd come back and take

it out on my arse, that's what they said!

Look, I'm sorry,

love...

You've got no bleedin' right,

Bob! You really haven't.

Look Anne, I'm just ducking and weaving

just trying to keep my head above water...

...trying to get what I can.

I'm sorry.

You've got us all

in the sh*t now.

It's all down to me.

Oh God...

We'll have to go the police. We're

going to have to do something!

Oh, the police. They think we're

a load of tosspots to start with.

Oh sh*t! Don't go.

Don't get it. Bob...

Stay there.

Just stay there.

/Bob...

Mum...

It's Coleen, love.

/Mum!

Oh, Coleen...

What the bloody hell's

going on, lad?

Oh, Jesus! Look at the mess

in here.

What's happening?

They didn't hurt you,

did they love?

Them men didn't hurt you,

did they?

They took mummy's ring.

Didn't they, mum?

They got the ring.

Yeah...

Are you all right now?

What else did they do?

They push me over

there and...

...and they got mummy's family

allowance book.

Hey, Coleen... when we've cleaned your mum's

kitchen up, shall we make some more cakes...

...for your party?

Eh, shall we do that?

You sit there.

Where are you going now?

/I'm going out.

Oh, don't be a d*ckhead!

/Bob!

Bob... don't be a d*ckhead.

Get out the f***ing way,

right!

Stop it!

/No!

You're out of your

depth, lad!

I need to do this. I'll f***ing

sort it out my way.

You stay here, Tommy...

Bob, don't be a d*ckhead!

Think of these, lad.

I'll f***ing sort it

out my way!

Bob...

Bob! /Leave it out, will you, son.

City lost again!

They want stuffing!

Every week I get blamed...

On your bike...

You know me...

you know me...

Tansey, are we going

for a flutter...

Please. Let me come with you. /No, no...

Let me come!

Where you going...

where are you going...

Are we cabbing

it tonight?

Tansey, come on.

Come with us, man.

I'm away. I'm away.

/No, come with us.

I'm away,

get yourselves away.

Do me a f***ing favour,

get yourselves...

...have a good night,

I'm away.

See you...

See you. Look after her.

Look after her.

I'm away. See you.

Take care.

Tansey!

Who's that?

What the f***ing hell are

you doing here?

You called.

/What?

You came to my house and frightened

the f***ing life out of my wife and kid.

What you f***ing

talking about?

You know what I'm

talking about.

You owed me money.

/Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Come on.

Into that, are we?

With f***ing folks like you,

I am. Yeah.

Come on. Keep coming.

Listen...

Just keep coming...

Listen, you're gonna want

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