Stars Don't Die in Liverpool Page #5

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Er, well, you said you were out with your agent.

Oh. That's where I was, then.

What, from 7:
00 this morning?

Gloria?

Peter?

Is everything OK?

Huh?

"Huh?" Did you say "huh"?

You're in New York five minutes and you say that?

You sound like some plastic Hollywood Brit who forgot to leave.

I was just starting to get worried, that's all.

Yeah, well, I'm in a bad mood.

Could you just leave me alone?

I got a headache.

- Peter... Peter...

- Mmm?

Stop.

Do you fancy doing stuff today?

What about a matinee?

I'm... I'm busy.

Doing what?

Auditions.

What time are you finished?

Later.

- Hi.

- Hiya.

How were the auditions today?

Oh...

You know, no one knows anything in this business.

I'm gonna take a shower.

You didn't have any auditions today, did you?

- I called your agent.

- You called my...

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, so, what? Am I busted now?

Is it someone else?

Wow. Would you believe me if I said no?

Would you?

- Then no.

- All right, what is it, then?

Oh, for God's sake, Peter!

I've got four kids. I don't need five.

- I'm not a kid, Gloria!

- Well, then, stop acting like one, OK?

I was out and now I'm back.

Listen, I've been offered a job back in England.

It's a theatre gig in Liverpool.

- Oh. Good for you.

- I start rehearsals in three weeks.

Yeah? Well, have you taken it?

- Do you want me to take it?

- Do you want me to make up

- your mind for you?

- F***'s sake!

Things, they haven't been right for the past few days now.

I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it, that's all.

You wanna leave me? Fine, leave me!

People have been walking out on me my whole life, honey.

That is not what I'm saying.

- Gloria, that's not what I'm saying.

- I got an idea.

Why don't you just go now?

OK? Just go right f***ing now.

Are you f***ing serious?

Did I say something wrong?

What did I do?

Glo, I just want to talk to you.

Would you just...

Listen, would you just talk to me, please?

Have I done something wrong?

Get out of my way!

Tell me! Tell me what I've done.

Pack it in!

You're acting like a crazy old f***ing lady!

I'm not acting like a crazy... what?

So that's it, is it?

You're just going to f***ing pack me up and send me out in the streets?

Is that it?

Oh, you're so f***ing dramatic.

- Get the f*** out!

- You're not on f***ing stage now!

No wonder they all f***ing leave you!

Morning.

Morning.

Been out, then?

Er...

I just met our Eileen for a drink, yeah.

That's nice. Where did you go?

Just...

- Yeah, just down the casino.

- Casino?

That's great, that. Did you have a laugh?

Eh? Did you have fun?

Did you have a nice time?

Been on the piss, have you?

Eh? You been on the f***ing piss?

Leaving her upstairs for all us to deal with?

- F*** off!

- I'll f***ing rip your f***ing head off!

You little twat!

You f***ing twat! I'll f***ing kill you.

I'll f***ing kill you, you little twat!

F*** off, you little sh*t.

I'll f***ing kill you!

- Dear God!

- F*** off!

What are you thinking?

I'm sorry, Ma.

I couldn't take coming home to her tonight.

She's picking at herself.

It's what happens now.

According to the ambulance men, anyway.

Hang on. What do you mean, an ambulance?

- What?

- Yeah, I called a f***ing ambulance.

- What did you expect?

- I told you to f***ing

- leave her, didn't I?

- That's enough!

She doesn't want an ambulance!

It's not your f***ing right!

Dry your eyes, soft lad.

She didn't get in the f***ing thing.

She wouldn't get in.

No, she wouldn't go.

Ma, tell him what they said. Eh?

Right? The woman's dying.

She's dying in me ma's house.

Sick everywhere and me ma cleaning up after her and everything.

She needs to go to hospital.

Do you understand?

She can't stay here!

She can't stay upstairs.

Miss Grahame.

Eleventh, between Sixth and Seventh, please.

- That's the hospital?

- Yes, St Vincent's.

Paging Dr Grace. Paging Dr Grace.

Hi.

Dr Grace, how are you?

- I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

- That's OK.

- How are the pains?

- Oh... I'm sure it's just colitis.

I... maybe I should try the new antibiotics.

You know, I don't like taking drugs if I can help it, but...

It's not colitis, Gloria.

Sorry, Gloria, but it looks like it's come back.

What's come back?

No, I, I... my breasts are clear.

I had the tests in LA.

- When was that?

- Um... that was about two years ago.

Well, I'll need to call the oncologists in California when they wake up.

Well, the radiation killed it.

The only way to kill it is chemo,

which you should have had with your radiation.

You should have had chemotherapy, Gloria.

Did the doctors offer it in LA?

Uh, yes, but, um,

they told me that I'd lose all my hair.

And, uh, then everybody would have found out. I mean,

the casting directors and my family and...

And, uh,

I need to work and I can't work without my hair.

Well, I'll have it now,

just right away.

It may be too late, Gloria.

Just put your mouth closer to the phone.

No, your mouth closer to the phone.

It sounds like you're underwater, honestly.

There you go. There you go. All right.

But are you sure they said it's a straight offer?

Cos sometimes you can hear things funny.

You can give me his number but I'm not sure I can do it.

Well, I don't want to go all the way back there just for an audition.

Anyway, I live here now, don't I?

Things between me and Glo, they're, uh,

serious and, um,

you know, it's important to me that I'm here.

I don't want to mess it up by going back all the way there.

Yeah, I've got one. I've got one.

All right, go on.

Yeah.

All right, well, listen, I'm gonna have to go, Ma.

No, Gloria just walked back through the door.

OK. I love you, too.

All right, ta-ra. Bye.

Hello, hello, hello!

Oh, there you are. Where have you been?

Uh...

I, uh...

I...

Where did I say I was?

Well, you said you were out with your agent.

Oh.

Yeah, that's where I was, then.

What, from 7:
00 this morning?

Gloria?

Peter?

Is everything OK?

- Peter.

- Mm-hmm?

Stop.

Things haven't been right for the past few days.

I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it.

What if it was Jessie?

You f***ing love her, don't you?

Don't you?

Because I f***ing love her up there!

Did I say something wrong?

What did I do?

Would you just talk to me, please?

Please!

Just talk to me.

Tell me what's going on.

You're acting like a crazy f***ing old lady!

Do you think this is f***ing easy?

Look at me. Look at me.

What's going on?

Look, I'm sorry.

Have I done something wrong to upset you?

I don't know what I'm doing!

Has anybody bothered to ask me how I might be feeling?

No wonder they all f***ing leave you!

...on your high horses, aren't you?

She chose to come here so we could take care of her.

And now you want to turf her out?

You should be f***ing ashamed of yourself.

Oh, Gloria, love.

I, um, think that we should call my family.

- Peter, go. Go on.

- Yeah, yeah.

- I missed you.

- I'm so sorry.

Oh, Glo.

Hello?

Hi, Tim?

It's, er, Peter.

Peter Turner.

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