Wasteland Page #6

- Oh. Going anywhere nice?

He'll be out in a couple of days.

I tell you, tough lad.

He's a lucky one.

Depends which way you look at it.

Harvey, promise me you won't do anything stupid.

I won't do anything stupid.

Look at me.

I won't do anything stupid, OK?

I swear on your life.

On my life? That is chivalrous.

You can't swear on your own.

It's gotta be the ones you care most about.

Have you told your parents

you've been seeing me since I got out?

Yeah, I told my mum.

Your dad wouldn't approve.

Since when have you worried about my mum and dad?

Seven months we were together

and you still refused to meet 'em.

- Never felt like the right time.

- On my 18th birthday party?

See, that's more of a family affair.

- My mum loved you.

- It wasn't your mum I were worried about.

But you're right, my dad never approved

of you, so why do you care now?

Now I can't change his mind.

Has your mum got in touch yet?

No. She won't.

I know she hurt you, but not everyone will do the same.

The things I said before I went inside,

I know you and Roper never...

Yeah, I know.

- It don't matter.

- It does.

Let's just forget about it.

Can you?

Yeah, I can try.

I still love you.

This isn't just some f***ing bird, pal.

This is Nicola.

Are you telling me you can just walk away without a word?

I don't have a choice.

What's it gonna do to her if you just disappear?

Remember how I told you they were gonna put

me through management training at Weyland?

Worked your way from bottom floor to office,

so I'm proud of you.

It were a good job. Good money too.

I were gonna get a flat in town for me and Nicola.

Don't do this, Harvey.

Don't dwell on it. We're moving forward.

What I didn't tell you was that Mr Stewart,

the MD, he said if I topped out the course,

he'd put me through on the HE scheme

and on full-time management pay

I could work toward an LLB.

When I finished that, he said he'd move me

to legal to do an LPC and even my articles.

I don't know what any of that means, mate.

It means before I went inside,

I were five paid years away

from being a qualified solicitor. Me.

I told Nicola and she was so proud of me.

A week later I were arrested

and all that were left were

an embarrassed look on Mr Stewart's face.

Poor f***er humiliated in front of everyone

for thinking I could be anything more

than the loser they'd all said I must be.

Roper f***ed you, there's no denying it.

But Nicola hasn't run away.

- She knows who you are.

- She knows I'm back at the bottom.

I can't be her charity case.

That's why I pushed her away before I went inside.

- I said some f***ing nasty things.

- She came back.

Right now she's pleased to see me.

Thankfully I'll be gone before the shine wears off.

I'm not saying you should back out of the job

if she asks you to.

I'm just saying you should tell her.

Oh.

Third night in a row.

Why don't we just steal the gear and sell it ourselves?

- Who to?

- Kids.

Get 'em hooked on a free trial

and laugh all the way to the bank.

We went over different scenarios, made lists,

eventually came up with a plan.

Considering they're not the most dynamic bunch,

the effort they put in were pretty bloody impressive.

Here we go, pal. There you are.

At the f***ing board, not me, you prick!

What are you doing here?

What's all this stuff, Harvey?

- She surprised me at the door.

- And you let her in?

- She just barged past. I couldn't...

- So a year in prison weren't enough?

And you think it's worth going back, for what?

Robbing a f***ing working men's club?

It's not like that, OK? No one's going

to prison. We've got this all worked out.

Break into the club, steal Steven Roper's money.

And then what? Sail away into the sunset?

No, look, it's not how it sounds.

You swore on my life you were gonna leave this alone.

I swore on your life I wouldn't do anything stupid.

This isn't stupid. You don't know the facts.

Let's see if I do. If your plan goes wrong,

you go back to prison.

Worse if it isn't the police that catch you.

If it all goes right, you disappear

to another country without a word.

Either way you were going to leave me again.

I were gonna phone you when it was all over and explain.

I wanted you to come out with me. It's true.

You're so sweet. How am I supposed to know

when you're telling me the truth?

- I've never lied to you.

- You never trusted me either.

- That's not true.

- That is the truth.

I really thought it was just an excuse

at the time, that you were going to prison

and you thought it'd be easier if you didn't

have someone waiting for you, but it weren't.

- You actually believed the things you said.

- No.

Yeah. You didn't trust me then

and you don't trust me now.

- Of course I do.

- No. If you did, you would have told me.

How could I put you at risk like that?

If you loved me, you'd have asked me to come with you.

- I couldn't.

- Why not?

Because I didn't wanna hear you say no.

You're right.

You're right, I would have said no.

I would have asked you to forget

about all this and stay here with me,

because this is f***ing stupid, Harvey, and dangerous,

and I promise you that if you go ahead

with this, I will not answer that phone call.

It's your choice.

See, I don't have a choice.

I hope you see sense, Harvey,

and if you don't, I hope you see the morning after.

What do you want me to f***ing do,

just take it on the f***ing chin?

I've got no job, no future.

Am I supposed to just f***ing swallow it?

No problem, Harvey, mate. Bad luck.

Worse things happen at f***ing sea.

Am I supposed to be a f***ing saint or something?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mate.

She thought it were a smash and grab.

She thought you were a f***ing idiot.

It's come round fast, hasn't it?

The sooner the better.

Just think, in 48 hours we'll be away from here.

- Good, isn't it?

- Is it?

- What are you saying?

- Nothing.

Just... we won't be here any more.

We'll be... somewhere else.

Different language, different money.

We won't even know anyone.

Everybody speaks English, the euro's worth 90 pence

and all three of your best mates are coming with you.

- I know, but...

- But what?

- You're not having doubts?

- Not exactly.

- So you are, then?

- What if we don't like it?

- What if we do?

- It's a long way to go to find out, Demps.

- It's a f***ing ferry ride away, mate.

- No, this is our home.

- I don't know anything else.

- Bricks and concrete, same anywhere.

It's the people, not the place.

It's a lot to think about.

You should've thought of that

before we put weeks of work into it.

I'm just saying.

Charlie, you've got a face like a slapped

arse. Are you having doubts as well?

Have I said anything?

You look like you're going to, so get it out of the way.

You're worried about your mum, don't think

she'll be able to look after herself.

Will she be able to stay off the piss

long enough to get the shopping in?

Why don't you f*** yourself

and shut up about my f***ing mam?

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