Wild Bill Page #5

Should I have booked?

Nah, you're all right. Come in.

I'm gonna wash your hair.

- Yeah?

- Yep. Get your top off.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Sorry, Bill, can I come in for a minute?

Yeah, course.

It's funny, hair.

Every day you look in the mirror,

you look the same,

but leave it long enough, one day

you can hardly recognise yourself.

Yeah, is that right?

I don't know about right, but I reckon so.

Yeah? So you're a hairdresser

and a philosopher, then?

No, mainly a philosopher.

Hairdressing is just a sideline.

Terry do that?

And that Dickie.

They've been cooking up rocks

and smoking pipes for two days.

- Sounds like fun.

- Evil f***ers!

- Do you need a place to crash?

- Would that be all right?

- I know what he's like. He'll come lookin'.

- Yeah, it's all right.

- Let 'em blow themselves out.

- Thanks.

- You sure that's all right?

- Yeah. It's fine.

- Do you want a cup of tea?

- Two sugars.

Steph!

I missed the train.

I just...

(MISERABLE MUMBLING)

I don't know where me hat is.

(GROANING) Don't know

what I'm f***ing doing.

What are you doing?

Steph. I'm hungry.

- You all right?

- Yeah. No.

Don't worry about Dad.

- Steph!

- Yeah, okay. I gotta go.

- Meet me tomorrow at the cafe?

- Yeah. 11:
00?

- Right. See ya.

- See ya.

What's this?

It's all I could get.

You're a chip off the old block, ain't ya?

Right, you'll see Pill tomorrow

and you'll hold for him.

I can't. I'm going...

I don't give a f***.

You'll work off what you owe

or I'll come round your drum

and burn you and your whole family

while you're sleeping, yeah? Sound fair?

Now piss off!

And you, you mug. What you looking at?

Go on.

- That's Bill's kid, isn't it?

- So?

We'll bury 'im.

What's your favourite?

Er... Is it Dollar? Their classic album.

- You all right'?

- What's she doing here?

She just needs to stay here

for a couple of days.

- Are you all right with that?

- No.

- Dean.

- What? I gave you my answer.

If you're not going to listen, don't ask.

- She's in trouble, mate.

- Yeah. And?

All right. It's all right, Bill.

I'll see if Stacy'll let me stay at hers.

T won't think of looking there straight off.

All right. Sorry, Rox.

Oi, hang on.

You can stay the night tonight if you want.

You sure?

- Yeah, I said so, didn't I?

- Ta, mate.

...and I never liked them

because they were always too runny or grey.

You all right, son?

Cup of tea there.

Ooh, very smart. Where you going? Court?

- F*** off!

- Do you want some eggs?

I'm all right, thanks.

Oi! Jimmy! Where you off to?

- Oi, Dean!

- Oi...

- Where's my money?

- What money?

You come into my house

and you steal from us?

Who the f*** do you think you are?

Hang on, what you on about?

I ain't stole nuffing!

- Don't lie!

- Steph, I'm not lying to ya, honestly!

Who did, then?

I dunno! Your old man?

Unbelievable! Just because your old man's

a thief, doesn't mean mine is!

Oi, this is bollocks.

You need to get your facts straight.

I'd never do that to ya!

Stay away from me. You're all the same.

You, your thieving dad

and your low-life brother.

- Steph!

- F*** off!

(WHISTLING)

Jimmy! Oi, Jimmy.

He's not here. Is everything all right?

- No, it's not.

- Why? What's he done?

I think he stole money off of Steph.

Oh.

I'm having a cup of tea. Do you want one?

Look, just, just leave me alone, yeah?

Dean... I know what it's like.

I left home when I were 15, so...

Look, I worked my bollocks off

to look after him.

I know. And Jimmy can be

a little sh*t sometimes, but...

Yeah, and now I've got

some old slag living in my house,

who thinks she can play mum to me.

I'm not trying to play mum.

- I'm trying to help.

- And I didn't run away from home, all right.

Home ran away from me,

and now Bill's come back...

Your dad's a good man.

If you've got a problem, you can

talk to me about it. Problem shared...

Everyone's a philosopher, in't they?

What and let me guess,

cocksucking's just a sideline, is it?

You all right, Rox?

You got a face as long as a kite.

- Jimmy's nicked money from Steph.

- What?

I should've told you before.

- He owes T money.

- Jimmy does?

- Got 'im workin'.

- You what?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I have a formal agreement I need you to sign.

- All right.

- Providing you adhere to the terms...

Well, 'old on a second.

(STAMMERING) What exactly is this?

A residence order.

Well, we feel it's in the boys' best interests

that they remain in your care.

- Really?

- Absolutely!

This is, er, a good thing, right?

Yeah. It's great.

You sign here.

- Just there, yeah?

- Yeah, just there and also on here.

"William Hayward, the father,

- "agrees to m... m...

- Maintain.

"...maintain, lodge, clo...

- Clothe.

- "...clothe and educate..."

You can leave now.

Yeah?

Yeah. Go on, then.

Right. Come on, Roxy.

Let's go and find my Jimmy.

That's him.

- The one on the left?

- Yeah.

There he is.

You all right?

- Where's Jimmy?

- All right, Wild Bill!

- What the...

- Do you want some?

No, you f***ing don't, so f*** off.

No need to be hostile!

Don't make me ask you again!

Where's my son'?

All right, blood.

(WHISTLES)

Oi! You! Jimmy. Come 'ere!

- Oh, f***, T's gonna go spare.

- Right, listen to me, right'?

My son don't work for you no more.

Do you understand me?

- Yeah, all right.

- Yeah?

T'll have something to say about that.

If he don't like it, remind him

what happened to his brother.

Jimmy owes money.

Can't just go running away.

Listen to me, right.

If I see you or your muggy little pals

anywhere near my son again,

I'm going to come looking for you first,

and I'm gonna cut your head off

with a bread knife.

Prick! And you, f*** off!

- He's f***ing nuts.

- Where the f*** were you, man!

Take it easy, bruv.

Oi! Don't you run again!

Sit down! Sit your arse down!

How'd you find me?

Anywhere you are, don't you think

I was hiding there 20 years ago?

It was Boz's idea.

Yeah, you can't hide behind that neither!

What's in 'ere, then?

Better be your homework.

That's a lot of crack for such a young man.

Well, you're doing well, in't ya?

First year's the 'ardest.

- What?

- Yeah, that's what they say.

First year's the 'ardest.

It weren't for me.

Second year, that was the real killer.

First year, you can still remember the world.

Your home. Your pals, Sunday roast.

What it's like to take a dump

without someone watchin' ya!

The second year,

that's when the hope starts to leave ya.

No one left to trust.

No one you really like 'cause you're in prison,

everyone's a criminal.

They all want to f*** you over.

You don't wanna go to sleep,

'cause whatever you got

will be nicked by the lag

you share your cell with.

Whose farts and stink

you have to put up with,

Don't wanna make friends with no one,

because if you do,

you make an enemy somewhere else.

Nonces, who wanna 'ump ya. Oh, yeah.

Bods who don't think nuffin'

about creeping up behind ya with a shank

and sticking it in yer throat.

Do you know what the worse thing is?

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