Sweet Sixteen Page #6

When does your ma get out?

Three weeks.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- F*** knows.

If she stays with Stan, she may as well

get a season ticket for where she is.

I'm trying to get

another caravan lined up.

Forget about it.

I rent out flats.

One's come free.

It's modest.

Nice views

over the river.

Decent neighbors.

You can take

your ma there.

And if it works out,

and I think it will, Liam...

you can buy it

over a period of time.

Why are you doing this?

You work for me, I take care of you.

Easy as that.

You can have these...

as soon as you take care

of that wee prick, Pinball.

Look, Mr. Douglas, he didn't know

what he was doing.

He's had a hard time.

His dad was a junkie.

I'm all he's got.

I'll sort it out. I swear.

He'll come and apologize

and I swear I'll pay back every penny.

Both of us.

If you can't deal with this,

you get out now.

He's like a brother to me.

Listen, an opportunity like this,

for somebody like you,

only comes once.

Are there any flats up here

where the junkies stay?

- Just the end one.

- Up there?

- Yeah. The end one.

- Cheers.

- Any of you seen Pinball?

- No.

I'm f***ing serious.

Any of you know where he is, tell me.

We haven't seen him.

We haven't seen him anywhere.

Mate, wanna sign my stookie?

All of you get out.

I want a word with him.

Stay here, lads.

Don't move.

- Get f***ing out.

- Don't move.

I said get the f***

out of here.

Get the f*** out, all of you.

I mean it.

Get out.

I'm not in the f***ing mood.

No bother.

Hold on. Wait.

In case somebody steals it.

F***'s sake.

I'll get my jacket, too.

- See you later, pal.

- See you later, Pinball.

Brown-nose.

Don't move.

What's that

on your nose?

A speck of shite--

rich man's shite.

Shut the f*** up.

We need to talk.

Here to do me in,

are you?

Do me in, go on.

F***ing do me in, go on.

Put one arms behind my back.

I'll give you a chance.

Muhammad Al Pinball, eh?

"Fly like a butterfly,

sting like a bee."

We're in trouble.

F***ing calm down.

Put your f***ing hands up.

- Pinball, listen to me.

- You like that?

Go on,

put your hands up.

Have you got anything in here?

Any drugs?

- What's this?

- Put it down.

A blade.

What you gonna do with that?

You gonna go like that?

- And that?

- F*** off, put it down.

Put it down.

So you were here to do me in.

Here you are.

Take it.

Are you f***ing man or mouse?

F***ing take it.

I'll help you.

Ready?

The caravan...

that's right,

f***ing Pinball burnt it.

It wasn't Stan,

it was me.

- No way.

- Don't f***ing move.

I knocked a motor can

of petrol.

Boom!

Up she went.

A f***ing shame so it was.

Don't f***ing move.

You f***ing hurt me.

I'd have done anything for you.

F***ing anything.

But you f***ed me about, didn't you?

You don't believe me?

F***ing get back.

You want the chance now?

- There you are, f***ing do it.

- F***ing bastard.

You're still not doing it?

I'll f***ing do it then.

Because you f***ing put me

through pain. A bit of this?

What the f***

are you doing?

Do you see

what you've done?

What the f***

are you doing?

- Give me the knife.

- Leave it.

You came to f***ing

do me in.

F***ing clown,

what did you do that for?

My f***ing pal,

and you came to do me in.

You were gonna do it,

weren't you?

Ambulance, please.

119 Mitchell Street.

- F*** your ambulance.

- Hurry up, please.

What the f***,

you stupid bastard!

Let me see your face.

- You were gonna do it.

- I wasn't gonna do anything.

You stupid bastard.

Tony-

All right, mate.

It's been done.

Two tenner bags, mate?

- There you go.

- Cheers.

And here's your pizza.

Excellent, by the way.

Thanks a lot.

Hi, Angela.

- What do you think you're doing?

- I'm selling pizzas.

- Pizzas, aye, right.

- Honest.

You're not selling pizzas,

you're selling drugs. I've seen you.

- It's only pizzas.

- She's got a wee boy in there!

- I'm in a hurry.

- I'm not finished with you.

You know she's got a wee boy.

Do you know what you're doing to her?

You're scum, that's what you are,

and I'll be doing something about it.

I've got some news.

- I came first in my test.

- You did?

Brilliant.

I've got myself

a wee job in the call center.

- That's great, sis. I'm proud of you.

- It's only part time, mind.

And Suzanne's mum's gonna help me

with Calum. I'm dead chuffed.

See that guy we sell the fags for?

He rents out flats as well.

He's really pleased the way

I'm running the pizza shop.

He's offered me a flat

for when mum comes out.

Right.

That's great.

It's what you've always wanted.

It's got everything in it--

new washing machine, central heating.

There's plenty of room for you

and Calum as well.

Why don't you just give her

one more chance?

She didn't want me.

She didn't want you.

She was only a wee lassie then.

- And nothing's changed.

- You're not giving her a chance.

How many chances

has a wean got to give?

Your problem is

you're far too hard on her.

- She's desperate to see Calum.

- You're lying!

I got a set of keys

cut for you.

These are yours.

Come on.

I don't know.

What's holding you back?

I'm scared.

I know you think

it's for the best.

It is for the best.

A new start for all of us--

you and Calum away from here

and my mum out of jail.

I don't know.

Open the door.

I didn't mean

to upset you.

I'm just thinking

of you and Calum.

Come on,

open the door.

No, I'm all right.

- Please open the door.

- No.

I'll give you a cuddle.

- So, what time is she due out?

- Half 10:
00.

Hello?

All right, Tony.

How are you doing?

Aye.

Did you see Stan for us?

Are you sure that c*nt's

not gonna turn up?

Cheers, Tony.

I appreciate it.

All right, mate.

Ta. See you.

It's a long time since

I've been down this side of town.

- You better get used to it.

- What are you talking about?

- Where are we going?

- It's a surprise.

You'll find out when we get there.

Do you know

where we're going, driver?

Don't ask me.

My lips are sealed.

- Liam, where are we going?

- It's a surprise.

Who lives here?

Just opposite

this set of stairs.

This is brilliant.

Here we are.

- Are you kidding me?

- No.

Go on, just open it.

Have a look.

I still think

you're kidding me.

I'll show you

the kitchen.

Built-in oven

with microwave.

Dishwasher.

Very nice.

Very classy.

Balcony.

Imagine this

in the summer, Mum.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Let's see the bedroom.

Your dressing-table.

Your ensuite bathroom

just through there.

A bathroom in my bedroom.

- And a shower.

- Like it?

I don't know what to say.

Don't need to say anything.

It's all yours.

Does Stan know

about this?

Give a big warm welcome back

for wee Jean.

We've all missed her

very much.

So, Jean,

this is a song from me.

A big one from Robbie Williams,

"Let Me Entertain You."

- Any sign of Stan?

- No. I've not seen him.

- Keep an eye out for him.

- I will. Aye.

- You look nice.

- I know.

Cheers for coming.

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