The Angels' Share Page #2

Rhino, get the orange paint. You do

the windows, and I don't mean the glass.

Oh, f***, Harry. No, I hate this color.

- You don't like it?

- No, it's not me.

- All right, boys?

- All right.

- How's it going, Davey, okay?

- Brilliant. Albert here's a dab hand.

What are you doing there?

You're not digging a trench. Nice and easy.

- Nice and easy?

- Just take the...

Like you're taking the

skin off a rice pudding.

- A nice big sweep.

- Big sweep?

- Nice and easy.

- What do you mean? Like that?

How's that?

I'll have you off that ladder in a minute.

Behave yourself.

- That was a nice big sweep there.

- Born to scrape, that's you, Arnold.

(RINGTONE)

Yeah, we do. First time on today.

Well, I can't leave Jean on her own, can I?

Okay, if the office has cleared it.

Which hospital?

Okay. Thanks, Sheila.

- Robbie.

- Aye?

- Your partner's gone into labor.

- What?

Your partner's gone into labor.

I've got to buy some flowers.

That will be nice.

Can I ask you a big favour, Harry?

Here we go. Go on.

Could you come in with me?

What?

I'm scared they won't let me in.

They just take one look at my scar.

F***ing happens every time

I go for a job as well.

All right.

(SIGHS)That's her uncles, man.

It's Leonie's uncles.

All right? Leonie in there, aye?

Been expecting you to turn up here.

What are youse doing? Leonie wants me here!

- F***ing leave me.

- What's going on here?

- F***ing leave me! F***ing leave me!

- Shut it!

- F***ing Leonie wants me here!

- Just shut your mouth, eh!

F***ing listen to me, for Christ's sake

She just sent me a text.

F***ing hell, man.

Look, I've got a right to be here.

- I've got a right to be here.

- You've got f*** all, rights.

Get f***ing up.

Now you listen here, you wee f***ing maggot.

Your old man was an old prick.

Your brother's a prick. And you're a prick.

You come from a long line of f***ing losers,

and it stops here.

Do you understand? Now, you go anywhere

near Leonie, or the baby,

and I'll rip your f***ing balls off you,

and I'll ram them down your f***ing throat!

Do you understand?

(SOBS) It's f***in' my baby, too.

You keep your big f***ing nose out of this!

You understand?

You all right, Robbie? Eh?

Bastards. Are you all right, son? Eh?

Oh, f***ing hell.

Come back upstairs.

Can you get UP?

Come on.

Come on, come on. You all right? Eh?

F***ing do him. I'm gonna f***ing do him!

Get to f***!

F*** off, I'm gonna do them! F*** off!

That's what they want, Robbie! No!

Don't be a mug. No! That's what they want!

They wanna see you behind bars!

Ten years, eh?

Come on, don't be a mug.

You can't let them win like that!

You better f*** off, Harry! F***ing move!

- Come on!

- I'll f***ing kill them.

Robbie. Look. Think of the baby! Right?

Think of Leonie! Think! Eh?

Do you want to see your boy grow up? Eh?

Come on, Robbie. Come on, son.

Eh? Come on.

- Do you need any help? - No, we're

fine thanks. It's just a nosebleed.

Here.

You all right, son?

They're thugs.

- Do you want to phone the police?

- No.

I'll help you out.

- No way, Harry.

- I'll tell them what happened.

Harry, look, we never do that, ever.

It's no happening.

Where are you living now?

Just sofa hopping

from mates to mates, Harry. It's...

Trying to get a place of my own, but...

I tell you what. Come back to mine, eh?

We'll get you cleaned up properly

and you can calm down.

F***ing smashed my phone, man.

There you go.

Text Leonie.

Thanks a lot, Harry.

What does Leonie's dad do?

Can you no guess?

Librarian?

No, him and his brothers run

a couple of clubs up the East End.

C*nt makes a fortune.

F***ing hated me from the very first day,

then he found out...

I gave him a nickname that stuck.

Didn't help when somebody f***ing

sprayed it over his nice lovely new car.

And what would that be?

- "Psycho-balls".

- (CHUCKLES)

- Have you got kids, Harry?

- I've got two girls. They're down south.

- Are youse close?

- (RINGTONE)

Is that anybody you know?

- It's Leonie.

- Well, answer it, then.

Take it in there.

Go on, get in the sitting room.

Hello?

Hello?

Leonie.

I did it, Robbie. He's here.

Seven pounds, six ounces.

- A son? - He's so beautiful.

Honestly, he's just perfect

He's got these big blue eyes.

They're just like yours, Robbie,

they're lovely. He's so beautiful.

I'll give you a phone back later,

is that all right?

- I'll speak to you soon. I love you.

- Love you. I'm so proud of you.

- B ye. Bye.

- Bye.

I cannot believe it. A wee boy.

- What?

- I'm a daddy.

Oh, congratulations, Robbie.

Cheers, mate.

- Ow! My ribs, you c*nt.

- This calls for something special.

F***ing hell, man.

This was a present off a grateful client.

I've had it for years and I've been waiting

for a special occasion, and this is it.

Come on, park your arse. Eh?

Springbank. Thirty-two years old. Eh?

Whisky? I've never even tasted whisky.

- We're gonna toast your first-born.

- (WHISKY POURING)

(EXHALES) F***ing hell.

HARRY:
Eh?

- What's his name?

- Luke. His name's Luke.

Eh?

I'm made up for you, son.

This is for... This is for Luke.

And his old man.

Happy birthday, wee man.

Cheers, Robbie.

(COUGHS)

F***ing hell, Harry, man. Tastes like sh*t.

You Philippine.

- Can I add some Coke to that?

- No.

I'll give you a drop of water.

- Luke, eh?

- Aye.

That's a good name.

Is it after your old man?

No way.

No chance.

- You okay?

- Mm-hm.

Sure?

Thanks.

I'm so proud of you.

- Are you gonna pick up your son?

- Can I?

I'm shaking.

- So, what do you think?

- He's beautiful.

So perfect.

He's so perfect.

Luke. I love the sound of his name, Luke.

I know. Me, too.

So the midwife said to me

that only half his brain's developed,

and that the next half depends on us.

You only get one shot

at being a wee baby, Robbie. Just one.

You know what that means, don't you?

(LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN:
All right, wee man?

What does "TASC" mean?

Talk After Serious Crime.

Is that the one you went to prison for,

when you really hurt the boy?

F***! What do they want to see me for?

Look, maybe it'll just help the boy

and his family to deal with it.

Like cope with the past or something?

That's the idea, isn't it?

- I served my f***ing time.

- What about them, Robbie?

Do they count?

Look, I think you should go.

It might help you, too.

Have a seat.

This is Anthony. Anthony's father Andrew.

Anthony's mother Alison,

and Anthony's sister Shona.

This is Robbie. And Robbie's partner Leonie.

Good morning, everyone, and thank you for

coming along to the meeting this morning.

Okay.

ANTHONY:
It was a Friday night.

I was going out with my girlfriend.

I hadn't seen her for.

all week so I was quite excited

to go and see her. Erm...

We were just parking.

Guess I swerved in quite quickly.

Erm

All of a sudden this guy is kicking the car,

hitting the bonnet,

shouting and swearing at us, saying,

"Get the f*** out.

Who the f*** do you think you are? "

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