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Walk Like a Panther Page #6
- Year:
- 2018
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- It was me what?
The TV executives
didn't stop me wrestling.
No, it was you.
I'm off the clock.
Jog on.
Look, me dad told me.
He said he told you
not to put me in the ring.
The only place
I've ever wanted to be.
You're a filthy dog, Popsy!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, son,
calm down.
- Calm down, lad. Calm down. Calm down.
- MARK:
No!I couldn't argue with your dad.
And I'm sorry, Mark.
Were you all in on this?
How could youse?
Well, you're gonna
make it up to me.
- All of you!
- Anything.
- They're planning on closing The Nelson.
- ALL:
What?MARK:
Our pub.
- No way. They're not doing it.
- No, no.
So we do this,
to the "Save the Nelson Fund."
- Absolutely, yeah.
- DANNY:
Except ice cream sales.- No, what?
- DEREK:
Come on.Okay, including
ice cream sales. Sorry.
The Ginger Storm, yeah,
has to be the greatest
show of our lives.
It's not about lining
your pockets, Wilson.
- Okay.
- MARK:
It's about saving our community.Because if that pub goes...
we all go.
And then we're left
with nothin'.
Absolutely nothing.
It's not just
about the ticket sales.
We can...
We can sell merchandise.
Like T-shirts, and badges,
and stuff like that.
towards The Nelson.
- LARA:
Great idea.- Save The Nelson!
GROUP (SHOUTING):
Save The Nelson!
Save The Nelson!
Save The Nelson!
Save The Nelson!
Save The Nelson!
- (CHEERING)
- (WHISTLE BLOWING)
Enough!
Jog...
- for The Nelson.
- MARK:
For the Nelson!That's enough. Come on!
With me! Let's go!
- (GROUP SHOUTING)
- LARA:
Go on.ZIGGY:
God Almighty!
- Good, aren't they?
- Oh, my good God.
I've seen pensioners
run better than this.
POPSY:
A few of them are, nearly.Huh? Eh?
GLORIA:
Come on, Tony!Come on, Tony!
Well done,
well done, well done.
Well done, Dawn.
Oh, good. Come on, come on.
Well done, well done.
- That's his son.
- Piss off.
(LAUGHING)
The only thing that
this lot is gonna be ready for
in three weeks is another portion
of pie and chips and kebab.
(SIGHS)
Blow yourself,
honey bunny.
That's the universe
pissing on you.
Here. Here.
Ah! You...
I meant that.
I meant that!
This is ridiculous.
Can't train in this field.
We're gonna need
some proper digs.
Where am I supposed to magic
that from, Mark?
MARK:
Dawn.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(CHATTERING STOPS)
Gents...
come with me.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
We need to get
those down for starters.
MARGARET:
Right, wheredo you want it?
- Oh!
- (GASPS) Oh!
(LAUGHING)
TREVOR:
Oi!
How many times
you need telling?
BRONSON:
What are you on about, mate?We're supposed to be doing this.
H:
Don't believe us? Ask your mates.They're all in there.
Ask them, they'll
tell you, you div.
- I'll do you, you little wazzock.
- H:
Whatever, granddad.- No, no, no, no.
- (GEARS GRINDING)
Oi, you Judas Priests.
Oi, you can put that paint
down, you bunch of traitors.
I'm gonna burn this place down, you lot.
Wayne, let's go now.
No, no, no, no, he...
he don't need to go.
- You what?
- She said he don't need to come with you.
They've seen the light, Rickson.
They ride with the Panthers now.
Ride with the Panthers?
- (BRONSON AND H GROAN)
RICKY:
No offense, Dawn.
None taken.
(ALL GROANING)
It's your sequel, mate.
- I need me bike. I need...
- DAWN:
Walk.Try and Houdini your way
out of that one.
- Can I just get me bike? Me bike?
- Walk! Walk!
DANNY:
That's the lastDawn he's gonna see.
DAWN:
Listen. I'm gonna let you go now.All right?
If I have to grips you up again,
I will Boston crab your arse.
- RICKY:
All right.- WAYNE:
Bye-bye, Rickson.- BRONSON:
In a bit, mate.- (LAUGHTER)
- You're all dead, man!
- H:
See you, Ricky.- (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- "D-E"...
(ALL GROAN)
(RICKY MOANING)
Oh, no, no, no.
RICKY:
Help me, please.
You broke us '99.
- RICKY:
Fannies.- You can bloody pay for this, Rickson!
- (THUD)
- (RICKY MOANS)
You tosser.
Look at that.
- DANNY:
Bloody hell.- Don't worry. Come on.
What's this?
You know
what it is.
All right. What's it for?
Indulge me.
You get some sort of kick
out of this, don't you?
Eh.
Margaret and I are buying
The Nelson for Mark.
- Keep it going.
- Well, isn't that just sweet.
Come on, Paul.
Let's get
this thing done.
You can't buy the pub because
you work for the brewery.
It's against protocol,
you know that.
Then I'll resign.
Well, I'll need that
in writing.
My goodness, you are
prepared today, aren't you?
Thank you, Trevor.
So we're buying
The Nelson,
and then me
and you are done.
Yes.
Yes, we are.
But no, you're not buying
The Nelson.
You see, this check
is for 110 grand.
- It's the asking price.
- Yes.
But the Bowers' offer...
is 137,500 English pounds.
Forgive me
for being presumptive,
but I'm leaning
towards the fact
that you haven't got another 30 grand
secreted about your person today?
Yes?
You see, this...
just isn't enough.
Shame.
I told you I wasn't gonna let someone
like you stand in my way, Trevor.
And I really did mean that.
- That all?
- You...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- So you got Glenn?
- MARK:
Mm-hmm.- Sweet Cheeks?
- Yep.
- Yeah, Lara's letting him do it.
- (DOOR SLAMS)
- Yeah? (LAUGHS)
- Yep.
- Yeah, she is.
- That's great.
(BOTH LAUGH)
All right, Dad?
What you doing here, Mark?
Trevor.
What, can't I... can't I visit
me mum and dad anymore?
I thought you might
fancy a pint.
Where? I'm barred
from your place.
Yeah, well, as the landlord,
I'm unbarring you.
You know, we've, uh...
we've got a plan to save the
pub, and we need you, Dad.
There's no saving The Nelson.
Peterson's made his mind up.
Right then. Well, listen
to what your son has to say.
I don't need to listen!
I know what the plan is.
They're all completely mad.
You wanted to stop him wrestling
just as much as I did.
Yes, well,
the difference now, Trevor,
is that we'd be more worried about
you getting hurt than Mark.
It's all right, Mum.
I'm not gonna beg him.
I'm not a kid anymore.
And you're not the man
I thought you was.
You stood up at Ginger's wake,
and you told everyone
that he'd given me everything
Everything you hadn't
given me.
And then you raised a glass to our
dead mate, and you drank to that.
You knew how much
he meant to me.
You know, and now he's gone...
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
and you still can't take
the baton, can you?
Do you know what? Sometimes
I wish Ginger was me dad.
No offense, Mum.
Come on, let's go.
- Where you going?
- For a f***ing pint.
(SIGHS)
Jesus.
What do you know
What do you feel
What do you give
When your heart
is empty?
What do you see
Nothing is real
How can you live
When your heart
is empty?
And the grass seems
greener over there
The people stop,
they stop and stare at you
And look right through
And what you'd give
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