Svengali Page #7

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(GRUNTS)

Yeah, yeah. All right, all right.

Got it, old boy? Have you, yeah?

- DIXIE:
All right. Go on, then.

- Have your bag, then?

Come on.

Right. Go on then, boy. Come on, then.

- Do you get much business, then, or what?

-It's all right.

Slowed down recently, mind, but...

How's that? Credit crunch and all that?

Well, it's affecting us all, innit?

Hey, how's it going?

Hello.

(LAUGHING)

DIXIE'S MAM:
What are you like?

DIXIE'S FAMILY:
AW.

- How's it going, Mam?

- Welcome home.

Yeah, it's good to see you.

You okay? Okay? Coming in.

- Come on. Come on.

- Well, not the horse.

- Yeah, I know.

- Oh, well...

Cheers, Shrek. Do you want

to come in for a cup of tea?

Oh, no, it's all right. I haven't got time, Dix.

10:
15 coming in now.

All right then, lad.

Well, good luck with it anyway.

All right. Cheers, Dix. Cheers, butt. Ta-ra.

Cheers, then. Ta-ra. Cheers, Dandy. Ta-ra.

Come on, then, boy. All right.

DIXIE:
How are you, Dad?

I'm fine. Hey, you all right, boy?

How's the band doing?

Yeah, they're all right.

They're doing really well.

Ah, we're on the BBC this week.

Radio. And the... In the NME as well.

Are you earning money off 'em yet?

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting by, like.

Do you know what I mean?

- I see.

- Come in the kitchen a minute.

- Where's she going with him now?

- I don't know.

- You all right, Dad?

- I'm fine.

- Well, have a sit down, then.

- I'm all right by here.

How is it up there?

It's all right, Mam. Yeah, it's fine.

You managing?

Yeah, yeah. It's all cool.

Right, here's something

to help you outwith.

Well, no, I don't want... Listen, I'm fine...

Yeah, yeah, go on.

Don't tell your father.

You know what he's like.

All right. Cheers, Mam.

- DIXIE'S DAD:
Dixie!

- Yeah?

Come on! Come to the club.

All right to go up the club?

Yeah, off you go with the boys. Go on.

(SIGHS)

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Say again! Yeah. Dixie, I can't hear you.

'Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

- Oi! Oi!

Stop it! I'm on the phone to Dixie!

I can't hear him! Yeah? About the band.

(LAUGHING)

- I like you.

- Okay, look.

...magazine and six

record companies, yeah?

What did McGee say?

Just that there's been really serious interest.

Listen, when are the band gonna go?

Because I'm getting really fed up now.

And I'm gonna have to use

the wedding money...

No, no, no. Don't use that.

Listen, Shell, that's for

our special clay, lovely.

Look, I've got some money I can use,

and I'll be back tomorrow for

the BBC session, all right?

Okay. Last message. You've...

- A girl's been calling called Natasha.

-(CALL DISCONNECTS)

- Hello? Hello?

- Dixie.

- Hello, Shell?

- Dixie?

Bollocks, I say.

Michelle, have you got any Vaseline?

No, no...

Dix. Come on, man.

TYRONE:
Oi, Dix, come here.

- This is for you.

- Ty, no...

No, hush, now, right? I want to. Right?

But do me a favour. Don't tell your sister,

'cause you know what she's like.

All right, yeah.

- All right? Cheers, Dix.

- Yeah.

Hey, listen, boys,

this round's on me, okay? I insist.

- Hey, don't be so soft now.

- No. I don't mind getting them in.

Two whiskies for there, butt, please.

- Two bitters for there...

- I'll have bitter.

- And a bowl.

- Bowl.

Can I have ice in my whisky?

Well, it's what they do in London.

All right there, boys,

bit of fresh air. lnnit, too?

- Fine. I'll catch you later.

- See you. See you.

- See you, boys. All the best.

- Cheers. Thanks.

- I'll see you, Tyrone. Ta-ra, boys.

- Ta-ra.

DIXIE:
Where we going then?

DIXIE'S DAD:
Just fancy

a bit of a walk up here, isn't it?

- How are you feeling, Dad?

-(CHUCKLES)

- I'm dying, son.

-(SIGHS)

Oh, hey, hey, hey, come on.

For Christ's sake, it's the one thing

that's certain in life. Death.

No, I know. But it's just... It's hard, Dad.

Look. I want you to have something,

all right? Here you go.

Your watch. I don't want your watch.

Yes. My father gave it to me

when I started working.

His father gave it to him.

You know, I was 15 when I started working.

It's hard to believe now, innit?

Somebody still alive today

started work when they were just a kid.

Just a little boy. And underground too.

Little boy pretending to be strong.

Pretending not to be scared.

And the first day underground, went down

and the buggers switched off

the lamps and disappeared

and left me in the dark. Bastards.

I was shitting myself. I didn't show it, mind.

After a bit, they came out

of the dark, put the lamps on,

they said, "Aye, go on, he'll do.

He's one of us. He'll be a miner."

(CHUCKLES)

And you know,

I was never so proud until the day

I walked your mother down the aisle.

I don't know what

I'm gonna do without you, Dad.

- And I'm scared, like... And I'm scared, man.

- Oh.

You follow your dreams, boy!

You dream on, right?

-(COUGHING)

- Are you all right, Dad? Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah! I'm fine! I'm fine.

Now, look, you promise me one thing!

Promise me you'll follow your dreams,

'cause if you don't,

I'll come back

and bastard haunt you, all right?

All right. I will, Dad. I promise you.

Right, well...

50 quid.

Don't tell your mother,

you know what she's like.

Come on. Get me off this bloody mountain.

(DIXIE SIGHS)

DIXIE'S DAD:
You coming or what?

DIXIE:
Yeah.

DIXIE'S DAD:
Yeah, look at that, butt.

DIXIE:
Yeah.

DIXIE:
It's what you call a sunset, innit?

IRISH PIERRE:
Now, now, now, now.

Don't get me wrong, Teddy.

Now the Italian macchiato

is a fine wee drink in its own right,

but I much prefer the French noisette.

A much classier drink, man.

TEDDY:
Hold up, mod alert.

Is that him?

Reckon it is, yeah.

- Aye aye, Dixie.

- Hello, valley boy.

Where are you off to in such a rush?

DIXIE:
I'm just going home.

TEDDY:
Yeah? Well, let's have

a little chat then about

-the three grand you owe our boss, huh?

- DIXIE:
You what?

IRISH PIERRE:
Three grand

knocking on four with interest...

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Are you ready?

ALL:
Yeah!

Tell me that you're f***ing ready!

WOMAN'. I'm f***ing ready.

F***ing!

I'll have to do the vocals 'cause knob-head

Jake's gone off with his posh bird.

F***ing off, wanker.

No one knew who he was anyway.

IRISH PIERRE:
Hold on, big lad, we need

a wee deposit before you go.

Would you look at this?

Lovely little piece there.

No. Not my watch, boys.

Take it off, you little prick!

Most kind, most kind.

Teddy, noisette?

Caf au lait.

(GREETING IN FRENCH)

TOMMY:
I like your tits.

(ALL LAUGHING)

TOMMY:
I wanna see both bits.

- What do you reckon? Is that all right?

-(ALL CHEERING)

Dixie! What you saying, brother?

How are you, man?

WOMAN:
Dixie!

Dixie!

Come here, girls!

Honestly, this f***ing bloke, he's on fire...

Oh!

I want everybody out of my flat now.

Everybody get out the flat, now.

- DIXIE:
Hang on.

- I'm not...

Dixie, I want everybody out the flat, now.

F***ing move! What is wrong

with you people? Are you deaf?

-(DOOR OPENS)

- Get out of the flat. Get out.

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