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Walk Like a Panther Page #5
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- 2018
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what's wrong with you?
No, their trepidation's completely
understandable, as is your dad's.
And, of course, your boundless
and infectious enthusiasm, Mark.
Speaking of which, I've got
something to show you.
Come on then. Here you are.
In you come. Come on.
Whoa. No, no, no,
wait a minute.
See, I told you this'd happen.
I can't be arsed.
- No, we can't have this.
- Go on, show them.
- You lot are viral.
- Not me, mate, I'm clean as a whistle.
No, you knob. It means, like,
massively popular on the Internet.
all over the place.
POPSY:
Once, they calledyou the Panthers.
A band of brawling brothers and
stalking sisters, championed by all.
Well, now, before you've even
set foot back in the ring,
they're championing you again.
Now I know you all think that I screwed
you over, but trust me when I tell you,
I had no control over the
fate of wrestling on TV.
You, out!
God, ignore him, Wayne.
- WAYNE:
I've got to go.- No, you don't.
Look, no beef with you lot.
I've come for the twat.
- Come on.
- It's all right. We've got stuff to do.
(DAWN GROWLS)
- MARK:
There's your tea, then.- Do this for Ginger.
Show him what
he meant to you.
Show the world what wrestling
meant to you.
Remind the world...
Mark Bolton...
Son of Bulldog...
(POPSY GROWLS)
- What say you?
- We say yes!
(GASPS)
Then I shall tell the world
that the Ginger Storm
is brewing!
It's time to walk tall.
Stand proud.
Walk like the panthers
that you are!
- Yeah!
- Come on!
- (GIGGLING)
- Yeah. All right.
- I suppose so.
- (SIGHS)
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING)
- Hello, Mark.
- MARK:
All right, Paul.- How are you, mate?
- I'm grand.
Better with a pint
of best in me hand.
Ta.
I always say you pull one of our
finest pints here in The Nelson.
MARK:
Thanks.
Delicious.
(CHUCKLES)
(WHISPERS) Twat.
- Shame, really.
- What is?
That this is to be
my final pint in here.
Why, you moving on?
PAUL:
Trevor.
Dad.
Son.
I do hope I haven't
put my foot in it.
Put his foot in what?
Dad, what's
he talking about?
Oh, dear.
You do have a habit
of keeping things
from your son,
don't you, Trevor?
Dad?
PAUL:
I best leave you two...
to...
Night-night.
What is it you're keeping
from me, Dad?
How could you
do this? Hey?
- Look, Mark, please, I'm...
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I tried.
- You know what? I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know.
Nobody is taking our pub!
And you... you're barred!
You're barred, Dad!
Do you hear me? You're barred!
RICKY:
And if you do a little flickon a "R," like on a capital letter...
- WAYNE:
Yeah, too good.- like a proper graffiti artist, you know what I mean?
WAYNE:
What does "R"stand for, Ricky?
(PAINT CANS HISSING)
TREVOR:
Hey!
Get out of it!
RICKY:
This is art, mate.Proper art.
Never seen art,
you little muppet.
WAYNE:
You wouldn't know art if...
You don't know
art at all.
- None of it.
- TREVOR:
What?RICKY:
Hey, Trev, thisone's for you, mate.
"F***ed... up."
- TREVOR:
Get out of it, Rickson!- RICKY:
Wa-hey, Mouldilocks.(SHOUTING)
TREVOR:
Get out! I'llkick your arse, Rickson!
RICKY:
Fanny.
(KICKING DOOR)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZES)
(HEAVY CLANG)
Look at that, Ginger.
See what they've done
to the place.
(BELL RINGING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
Why can't they leave it
where it lies?
GINGER:
Because itdoesn't belong there.
That so?
GINGER:
You know it doesn't.
If you live in the past,
you die every day.
GINGER:
What a load of bollocks.You think those nutbags have got
That's exactly
what they've got.
They're gonna need you.
Your son is gonna
need you.
More now
than he ever did.
- If I was still around...
- But you're not still around!
It's just me.
I'm the one
they've turned to.
TREVOR:
Me!
So what's your problem?
I'm bleedin' terrified.
I'm scared for us all.
I'm scared for the pub.
Scared that Mark
will get hurt.
That was always my fear.
And you bloody knew that!
GINGER:
You're a fool if you don'tthink they're as scared as you are.
But they are gonna grab it by the
scrote and try and save our pub.
They'll do it without you
if they have to, you know.
But they want you,
standing with them.
And I want you
standing with me.
You were
the people's champion.
You're Mark's champion.
You're my champion.
The Panthers can't be
You're wrong, Trevor.
It's the only thing
they know how to be.
Panthers.
And I'm standing here,
right beside you, my friend.
So you pick yourself up,
you dust yourself off,
and you lead them.
And you take Mark
with you.
Bulldog Bolton, standing
side by side with his son.
And you let him know that you
were always watching.
That you always saw him.
(DOOR OPENS)
What you doing?
I'm...
I'm just...
How did my hero
turn into you? Eh?
Mark! Son!
It wasn't Popsy.
What wasn't Popsy?
He didn't stop you wrestling
So who did?
It was me.
I told him not
to put you in the ring.
You weren't ready.
I didn't wanna
see you get hurt.
Well, I am.
And far worse than anyone could
have hurt me in the ring.
(SCOFFS)
DANNY:
No Mark yet?
Thought he'd have been
first one here.
- POPSY:
Don't worry, he'll be here.- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
physical fitness assessment.
Right, Wilson,
line them up!
Line them...
They are lined up.
Surrender yourselves, please,
to Mr. Ziggy Barrow.
Ziggy?
What are you short for,
you territorial dancer?
I am not your friend.
Do not try
and be my friend.
I don't like you,
and I don't even know you.
I am not your priest, your
confessor, or your confidante.
Huh?
You look like David Soul
if he'd been a crack addict.
You, what are you wearing?
A child's painting?
You, you've still got an imaginary
friend, don't you, huh?
And even he doesn't like you. Cause
look, he gave you that haircut.
You, I don't know what you've
come as, but you are fabulous.
I just love everything about you.
- A well-oiled machine.
- (DAWN SHIVERS)
You, you giant-sized mutant.
Conceived
in Sellafield, huh?
Only need you if I want
somebody to punch a horse.
And you.
You spell your name
backwards in your head,
so you pretend
you're deep.
Your dog nibble your ears
every night, huh?
And you...
Kendo Nagasaka-shitty.
You look like
a pumped fart.
I was just a wee bit sick
in my mouth there.
That only ever happens
when I look
at fat athletes.
DANNY:
What's he on about?
Whoo! Whoo!
Tony, hi. We're here.
- Oh, for God's sake.
- What can I do?
You, pretty lady features!
GLORIA:
Hey, Haggis!
Don't you talk to my angel like that.
I am watching you.
(MOANS)
Her, I like.
MARK:
Popsy Wilson!
Wilson!
- I know it was you.
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