Three And Out Page #6

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Eh, Paul, wait!

Wait, you f***er. Wait for me.

- You can forget about tomorrow.

- Good.

- Find some other poor f***er. I won't be there.

- So?

- F*** you!

- No, f*** you!

Tommy, you're an arsehole.

Tommy?

That's so childish, mate.

That's... Tommy?

Tommy, mate. Tommy.

Oh, f***. Don't do this to me, Tommy.

Tommy!

All up!

Don't let them see me like this.

Rose and Frankie.

- I'm serious.

- All right. OK, OK.

He's in the hospital.

I'm off to see him now.

Well, I'm not going.

OK.

If he thinks having a

heart attack can make up for...

Well, he can think again.

Maybe you should go and see him.

- Why?

- I don't know.

You never know when you'll see him again.

Like I care.

What if something happens?

What if it was the last time?

- I'll see you later.

- No... you won't.

- I will, I promise.

- No.

I mean, I don't want to.

Oh...

- OK.

- Just go, Paul.

Well. I'd better get off.

You'll call and let us know how he is?

You'll see that he's all right?

Look out for him?

- I hardly know him, really.

- Promise me.

So say it.

All right. I promise.

Where the hell have you been?

- How's it going?

- Great. You brought me gear.

You have to stay in overnight for observation.

I'm not staying here all night.

No, I've things to do.

You just had a suspected heart attack. Lie down.

Heart attack, me arse.

Just a touch of angina.

More lively than usual.

You're staying here.

What's it to you?

Please don't leave me here, Paul.

Please.

You stay here.

OK.

That everything you wanted to say to her?

Let's go.

- It's because you're ill, isn't it?

- What?

That you agreed to... You know.

I never heard of someone killing

themselves because they had angina.

But it's not, though, is it? It's not just angina.

So, what is it, then?

- What?

- All right, it's not just angina.

So, what, then?

It's terminal. That's all you need to know.

I don't want to die in some

piss-stinking nursing home,

surrounded by people dribbling

and making farm noises.

Whether I've got six months or six years,

it's not gonna be some f***ing golden age.

It'll be shite.

Every day worse than the last.

I won't have it.

I'm going out when I say, not when

they decide to pull the f***ing plug.

I'm a stubborn, selfish bastard.

I wanna choose when I die.

There are warnings of gales

in Forties, Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger,

Fisher, German Bight...

Change of plan.

Oh, look, Paul... no. Wait... listen...

- Eh! How are you?

- All right, yeah.

It's not too loud, is it?

Not at all. I just figured,

you know, if you can't beat 'em...

...I'm like a big shark. Shark. Yeah?

I stop swimming and die.

Oi, come on!

Hey! C'mon!

If I should fall from grace with God

Where no doctor can relieve me

If I'm buried beneath the sod

But the angels won't receive me

Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys

Let me go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours

Was the proud land of our fathers

It belongs to us and them

Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys

Let them go, boys

Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

I should've come up before.

Paul, have you got the keys?

- You're not going yet, are you?

- Yeah. Better get some sleep.

We've both got a big day tomorrow.

Don't tell me you've forgotten

our little arrangement.

I'll see you at six minutes past ten. All right?

- Goodnight. It was great.

- Thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Tommy, wait.

- I can't do it.

- Course you can.

- A deal's a deal.

- No, Tommy.

- I promised Rosemary.

- What the f*** did you tell her?

Nothing. She asked me to look out for you.

That's all I'm asking

you to do. Look out for me.

And when you see me, don't stop.

That way, you're not breaking

any promises to anybody.

Tell me, Paul...

What?

Why do you want me under your train?

It's just... I've had... two people

die under my train this month.

Jesus, you're a serial killer!

No. They weren't my fault.

They got this rule.

If you have three in a month,

they pay you off.

Ten years' wages. Lump sum.

Mm...

What were you planning

to do with this pay-off?

- Buy more books?

- Get out of London.

Go and live in Scotland, on an island.

- Get away from everything.

- Really?

Life in the fast lane get too much for you?

Youth is wasted on the young.

You know, somebody famous said that.

- What were you planning to do on this island?

- Write, I guess.

Write? What about? You've had no life!

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I don't want it anymore.

I didn't know you before. You

were just some bloke. But now...

We're friends. I think.

I don't want to do it.

The money's not important.

It might not be to you, but it is to me.

I want some of that to go to Frances.

Ten grand.

Look, Paul, son.

If this weekend showed me anything,

it's that I want some good to come of my passing.

Now, if I jump from that bridge,

the only thing I would've left behind was

a traffic jam all the way up to the Angel.

This way...

I get to give something to me little girl.

That's something I wasn't

able to do when I was alive.

And you'll get your money.

Everyone's a winner.

- Now that's how I want it.

- For f***'s sake, I don't want the money!

I'm an idiot. I didn't think things through.

It seemed like a good idea at

the time, but it's not. It's crazy.

I can't do it. I won't.

Do you know how many nights

I've stood on that bridge?

How many times I've... climbed over

and stood on the parapet and...

wanted to jump, wanted to end it all?

You want the truth?

The truth is... I'm a coward.

I'm f***ing scared.

I need your help.

I need you to be there for me.

The only way I can do this

is if you help me.

You said we were friends. Mm?

Then help me to do this.

Please, Paul.

As my friend, all right?

A man from North London is in

intensive care following a bizarre attempt

to cook and eat his own body parts.

Believed to be a native Frenchman...

My dearest Frances...

... I know you're angry and hurt. You don't

want to hear anything I have to say.

I don't want you to feel bad

for not speaking to me.

I don't blame you at all.

And, of course, you're right.

I don't expect you to understand

why I've done the things I've done.

I don't even understand them meself...

though me pals Arthur Guinness

and Jack Daniels might have an idea.

Anyway...

I need you to know it was

never my intention to hurt you.

I've been stupid, and selfish, and pig - headed.

I don't have much to show for me time...

except you.

And I couldn't ask for more.

Look after your mother.

You don't need me to tell you

she's one of life's good ones.

Far too good for someone like me.

Tell her I'm pleased about

her and the plumber.

It's handy to have a man

with a trade about the house.

She deserves a bit of happiness.

I know I was never the father

you needed or deserved,

but you will always be my beautiful girl...

... and I will always love you.

Always...

always...

always.

He still had six weeks in solitary.

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