Wild Bill Page #6

Do ya'? You get used to it.

So, Jimbo, what are you gonna do?

What d'you mean?

You got a big problem. What you gonna do?

I dunno. I thought...

- I dunno.

- It's a choice.

You might think you're only young,

but you ain't.

You're a man in my eyes

and you've got to make a choice.

Are you sure you wanna run around

with these muppets?

Carrying on with all this caper?

You're gonna end up where I've just been.

Is that what you want'?

No. I just wanna go home.

Do you want me to help you sort this out?

Okay. But you gotta understand

there's a price.

If you ever do this again,

it's over between me and you.

Do you understand me?

Give me the bag of bones.

- Bill.

- Adam.

- You all right?

- I'll have to swerve that one.

- Yeah, course.

- Is Steph there, mate?

She's not in any trouble, is she?

Nah, mate, nah. I just need

a quick word with her, that's all.

Steph!

- Oh, piss off!

- Hold on!

We got your money. Come on.

Steph, I kinda nicked yer money.

- You kinda nicked it?

- I nicked yer money.

- And?

- And I'm sorry.

Right. Listen, if it's short

let me know and I'll give you the rest.

You took this?

He's had a few problems,

but we're sorting them out.

Don't hold it against him.

It's my fault, really.

If anyone's to blame, it's me.

- How's Dean?

- Yeah, he's all right.

I just hope he don't murder his little brother.

- Does he hate me now?

- Oh, yeah. With a passion!

You come here, now!

Drop it out, will ya, Dean?

It's all sorted, okay?

- Yeah, not till I batter him, it's not.

- Oi!

- Just let it go, Dean, please.

- Yeah, but Steph hates me now.

No, she don't. And if she does,

it's something you'll just have to work out.

- Well, I ain't gonna forget this.

- Nobody ever does.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Right, I'll get that.

'Ere y'are, look what I just found.

- Hiya.

- What d'you want?

Right, why don't you two have a chat?

- We'll go and get some Chinese. Come on.

- Really?

Yeah, come on.

- Thanks, Bill.

- That's all right.

He's all right, your dad.

Yeah. Yeah, I suppose he is.

Come here. I'm sorry.

- Are you Mad Bill?

- Who's asking?

- You're in deep sh*t.

- Oh, yeah?

T says the Callaghans', tomorrow at 1:00.

Be there. Don't make him come looking.

- Is that it'?

- I'll tell him I saw ya.

You do that. Go on, run along, little man.

Suck my dick, batty boy!

What are you lookin' at?

- What did he want?

- Shooting.

- All set? Come on, then.

- Aye.

Yeah, tomorrow before 1:00.

Good. What about Russ?

Yeah, well, find out and let me know, yeah?

All right, later on.

- How many's that?

- Plenty.

- Since when was "plenty" a number?

- Six.

Not enough. Call Barry.

- ROXY:
Here we go.

- BILL:
That's it.

- ROXY:
Who's first?

- Right.

DEAN:
Take a pancake and you fill it with that.

- Do you know how to use them? Hey!

- Hey!

JIMMY:
It didn't really work, but...

STEPH:
You haven't put

any plum sauce on yer thing yet.

- I made juice.

- So we're eating real duck?

- Is that my drink?

- There's another one here.

Is that my drink?

- That's proper nice.

- Yeah.

(INAUDIBLE)

Come on, lights out now, Jim.

- F***ing hell.

- Oi! Language!

- Night, son.

- Night, Dad.

STEPH:
(LAUGHING) Well, hurry up, then!

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Do you want anything?

- No, I'm good.

So, what you gonna do?

Give him his gear

and tell him to leave Jimmy alone.

Right. Think that will work?

We'll have to see, won't we?

They've called in the firm

and they'll all be tooled up.

Cheers.

Watch out for Dickie. He's a nutter. Fearless.

And Pill carries a pepper spray

and a blade.

There he is.

- Yo, yo.

- You all right?

Bill...

- You all right?

- Yep.

Come to bed.

- Where's Dad?

- Er...

He's had to pop out. Do you want some food?

Er... Yeah.

Do you know how to make flapjacks?

Is he here yet?

Yeah, he's under the table.

What you having, lads?

- Whoa, blood.

- Don't talk black to me, man. Play the game.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING STOPS)

I'll have a coke please, Keith.

'Ere you are. Yours, I believe?

I was just about to come looking for you.

- Why? Am I late?

- No, just don't like ya.

- It's all there.

- It wants to be!

Can't just go around giving people digs.

Fair enough. I just wanna sort

this Jimmy business out.

Keeps doing one

through the long grass, blood!

- He's a kid.

- He's a c*nt.

Look, you got your money, you got your gear.

Just drop me son out of it now, yeah?

He's retired.

- All right?

- Sure. He's as good as dead to me.

So it's sorted, yeah?

Go and drink yer pop, Billy. You're boring me.

Nah, I'll leave it, if that's all right with you.

No, mate. Finish it.

He's a lot like you, your boy.

A f***ing liability.

We're better off without him. I mean,

it's not as if he's the only kid

we've got running round for us.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

How the mighty have fallen, hey?

Wild Bill, my arse!

It's more like Mild Bill, innit?

(LAUGHING)

What makes you think

I'd listen to you anyway?

Like you're somebody. You come in 'ere,

throwing your weight about

like you're the big "lam",

and you're nothing. You're nobody.

You are a f***ing joke.

Telling me what I can and can't do.

F*** that! This is my manor.

What? I can't make moves?

I can't do a bit of graft without some f***ing

used-to-be putting up a red light?

Does Bertha still live here, Keith?

Mate, I'm connected.

You remember Glen, don't ya, Bill?

He smacked yer arse

last time you got out of hand.

I think I'll go change a barrel.

Your boy's retired, yeah?

Mate, he ain't even started.

I'm gonna make him my personal project.

Be like the dad he never had.

Yeah, that's right. F*** with my family

and I'll f*** with yours.

What? All kicking off now, is it?

Huh! Yeah, right! Look,

I ain't come here for no trouble, all right?

I'm asking ya just leave me...

That's it, drag him out!

Come on, you little muppet.

- Who's the big knob now, yeah?

- F***ing b*tch.

(SCREAMING) F***!

He's biting my f***ing leg!

Get him off me!

- F***er!

- You all right, T?

Leave him. He's mine.

I've just f***ing hoovered up there!

Ooh, f***!

- Yeah! What?

- F***in' get him, Dickie! Come on.

Is that f***ing it?

T, T, I'm off, mate. I'm gone.

- What?

- It's not my cup of tea, mate.

I can't do this. See ya later.

If... you... go... near...

Agh! F***!

- What you doing here?

- Looking for you.

Come on.

All right.

(GROANING)

- Does it hurt?

- Nah, it's all right.

Hurry up, boy!

Hey, listen.

If it all kicks off, I want you

to leg it home as fast as you can.

Do you understand me, son?

- Yeah, of course, Dad. Course.

- Good boy.

Bill!

- You're officially back, then?

- I'm out, I ain't back.

Oh! Riddles. I like these.

I mean I ain't setting up.

No, but you're waging a one-man war

against my monkeys, aren't ya?

- They was using kids.

- So what?

Everyone in the borough's

going to start thinking

they can knock my boys around

and I'll be all, like,

you know, c'est la vie!

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