Wasteland Page #5

It was a theme she had on a scheme he had

Told in a foreign land

To take life on earth to the second birth

And the man was in command...

Don't push too far

Your dreams are china in your hand

Don't wish too hard

Because they may come true

And you can't help them

You don't know what you might have

Set upon yourself

China in your hand

- Can I have a bit more pina colada?

- Yeah, yeah, no problem.

Come from greed Never born of the seed

Took life from a barren hand...

- Who is it?

- Stan.

You've got a visitor.

Sit down.

Thanks, Stan.

Is that an original?

What are you after, Harvey?

Let's not piss about. I'm a busy man.

- I just wanted a chat.

- What do you want to chat about?

- My membership.

- You don't have a membership.

But I used to. I'd like to again.

Now, why would I want to give a convicted

drug dealer membership to my club,

or even the privilege of drinking in it?

I'm not a dealer, Albert,

and if I had been, I've paid for it.

- I just want things to get back to normal.

- I can understand that, I really can.

OK, so do you need time to think about it or...?

No, I'll be quick and I'll be honest.

I wouldn't give a bollock

if the queen walked through that door

and gave you a full pardon right now.

Your membership's staying in the bin.

The only reason you ever had it in the first place

was 'cause it was grand-fathered in

and the committee wouldn't refuse you.

I don't like you, Harvey.

I don't really know why, I just don't.

I never liked your little mates either.

Smug little bastards, the lot of you.

Now, you can call me all the twats

under the sun if you like,

but that's the way it is.

Albert...

The past is the past.

If I acted in a certain way, I apologise.

All I want is the chance to wipe the slate clean...

That probably didn't help my case, did it?

- It's time for you to leave.

- That were an accident.

- I weren't being petty.

- Yeah? Maybe that's your problem, Harvey.

You rub the wrong people up the wrong way

even when you're having a day off.

Cost you dear in the past.

Cost you even more in the future, lad.

- So you're saying there's no chance, then?

- Not a sniff.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a piss.

Only went five minutes ago.

It must be the sound of running water.

Shame you wasted your time, Harvey.

No, it were a pleasure.

I couldn't wait to tell the lads I'd seen the safe.

I don't think I'd been that excited

by a sense of discovery since I were 11,

realised an erection

wasn't just for pissing over high walls.

Didn't last long.

Where's Charlie?

He's through there. We can't go in.

There's doctors all over him. Sit down.

How bad is it?

- He's all right.

- He's all right?

Obviously he's a bit f***ed or he wouldn't be here.

Listen. He's conscious. The nurses said

his burns aren't as bad as we first thought.

But he's on a respirator because his lungs

are f***ed from all the smoke.

- Harvey, he's gonna be all right.

- What happened?

Police told the nurse

he were dragged out of a burning lockup.

He'd been locked in and he'd taken a hiding.

- Have they arrested Roper?

- Charlie wouldn't talk to 'em.

We'll f***ing talk.

We know who did it.

We can guess. There's no witnesses.

What are they gonna do?

- This is attempted murder, mate.

- No.

It's some d*ckhead who couldn't give a f***

about smoke on his chest and his mouth shut.

They're not gonna put a task force on it, Harvey.

Bollocks to the police, then.

We know where Roper's gonna be.

If we go now, he won't even see us coming.

All right, Dodd, we're all upset here,

but let's not be f***ing stupid.

I was thinking about Charlie, lying in there,

shitting himself at what's just happened to him.

Where's your mind, eh?

F*** off, Dodd.

I'm thinking about Charlie as well.

- So we aren't gonna do nothing?

- No.

Look, right now, we've gotta wait here,

make sure Charlie's all right.

F*** that.

There's a few quids' worth of kit here.

Starting to see where all my money goes.

How are you, mate?

Never better.

I'm serious. They've given me morphine.

Smackheads aren't as big a set of twats

as you might think.

I'm so sorry, Charlie.

- It's not your fault.

- It is.

Roper's an arsehole.

He did this to get back at you.

What did you ever do to him

but get engaged to a bird who knocked him back?

It's not your fault he's an arsehole.

It's not your fault that we're mates.

If I'd just kept my mouth shut

when I saw him the other day...

F*** off, Harvey. You're not having that one.

If anyone's gonna feel sorry for themselves,

it's me, all right?

So, brave little soldier all wounded.

You must be getting a bit of attention from the ladies.

Oh, yeah.

It's been like the Playboy Mansion in here.

- What are your nurses like?

- Fat, foreign and f***ing ugly.

- Your missus on the wards today?

- Yeah, she's on nights.

- She'll be here somewhere.

- F*** off and find her.

- Leave me to my painkillers.

- Is it really bad?

No. I just like them.

Now go home.

It's the middle of the f***ing night.

I'll... I'll be back tomorrow.

Did you get a snoop around in the office?

- Yeah.

- Safe there?

- Yeah.

- So are we on or what?

- We, Charlie?

- I'll be out in less than a week.

A trio of twats like you, you're gonna need

all the help you can get.

We'll be waiting for you.

The job were a goer.

Roper trying to kill one of us put any

wavering thoughts we had straight to bed.

Which is the opposite of what he intended.

If Roper was willing to attempt murder to make a point,

wouldn't your failure to visibly appease him

illicit recourse?

We never gave his name to the police.

We may not have packed up and left,

but he had no reason to believe

we weren't quietly capitulating.

But you weren't quietly capitulating.

- What were you doing?

- Quietly planning.

We've gotta be ready to go

on the eighth. Two weeks Sunday.

- Why then?

- Easter weekend.

F***! The members' excursion.

- The what?

- Rise Club trip.

Club trip to them. 35 coachloads of people

in a convoy to Blackpool to us.

That's half the estate. Lot less people

to stumble on what we're doing. Pigging hell!

As it's a religious holiday,

not only will the estate be a ghost town,

the club'll be closed by 10, locked up at 11.

Yeah, but the coach will be back soon after,

always before midnight.

Never before 11, closer to half past.

Gives us a window.

A f***ing small window.

Which means we've gotta get it right.

No room for mistakes, none.

Roper won't be heading off on the trip, though.

No, you can be sure of that.

Is that Martin? It f***ing is.

That robbing bastard.

What's that about?

He gave him 80 quid for a knock-off PS3

a couple of weeks ago.

Turns out it was an empty display shell

stuffed with lead shot.

Remember that PlayStation you sold me, do you?

He's imaginative, I'll give him that.

Shall we give him an hand?

No, he looks fine.

- You coming up the hospital?

- Yeah.

- Taking Nicola out after.

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