Screen Two (1985–2002): Season 5, Episode 5 - Leaving - full transcript

(VOICES IN NEXT ROOM)

(WOMAN)
Tell me what I've done. I'll change.

What is it, then? Johnny!

Let go, Jean. Let go. for Christ's sake!

At least go in and see your son!

Do that at least.

(DOOR SLAMS)

How will I live?!

(HYSTERICAL WEEPING)

Hey!

- There you are. Still hot.
- Thanks, Tommy.



- That's the best thing with the night shift.
- Hard night?

Ah, we're testing engines.
Couldnae get moving for bowler hats.

- Something up?
- We're gonnae start six new apprentices.

- I'm going to take you to see the gaffer.
- Can I think a boot it?

What's to think a boot? They're bound
to start one Catholic for appearances.

Oh, your uncle Tommy here
did just happen to mention

the school's gieing you a watch
for perfect attendance.

- Still two weeks to go.
- You'll dae it staunin' on your held.

You're a funny yin. I mean. I never
thought that getting a watch was...

I couldnae be mair proud of you
if you were my ain boy, but...

Oh, Christ. I'm not making any sense.
Listen, just...

Just gie it some thought, like you said.

Sure.

Tommy?



- Thanks.
- Aye.

What would I dae without you?

More of that Egyptian shite this morning.

- Babylon.
- You said it. man.

- Whit?
- Nothing.

Look. The brains trust.

- (INDISTINCT) Smoke!
- Smoke.

Smoke!

Awright? It's a high old life
when you hing a boot with Lorexene.

- He's the top man.
- Hing aboot's right. Bastard in' ape.

(ASSEMBLY SINGS)

Anything?

New!

What'll you do when you get the new yin?

You can have it.

Come on, Jada.

What about Lorexene?

That palooka's locking for a brawl.
He's no' gonnae wait 'til I leave.

- Are you scared?
- The bastard's mental. He'll use anything.

Just wait and see.

Nick and Gus. you're no' away vet.

- Should you no' be in there warbling?
- We're waiting on Jada Murphy.

- What's up wi' him?
- He cannae shite.

You'd have thought in three years
we'd have taught him to do that!

- Murphy?
- Sir.

Take a good, deep breath and squeeze.

- I've been squeezing!
- Then squeeze harder, son.

Unnnngh!

- Saturday night.
- What a boot it?

That's when I started thinking
about this match with Glen School.

About tactics. Strategy.

So I went for a walk into the town.

Then I thought about you.

In my mind's eye I could see that fine
frame charging the length of the park,

I could see that wee centre
wetting himself at the sight of you.

I could see fear and terror in his eyes.

And I could hear the awful crunch
of bone against bone as you.. hit him.

And then it was gone.

Because then I could really see you.

Only that fine frame was a" stooped over
and bent. legs all wobbly. grace all gone.

What's it tae you?
I can dae what I want at the weekend.

15 years old(!)

And jaked up on a Saturday night.
That's what you want?

Like you said. Mr Duffy.
I'm big for my age.

Ross. is he big enough for that yet?

Well, it's your people's worry, no' mine.

Keep yourself in order until Wednesday.
There's training the day and tomorrow.

Sure.

Fine. What have you got this morning?

- What is it, Nick?
- Mr Snodgrass. March of Civilisation.

The march of civilisation, eh(?}

Well, just you sit that one out, son.
Until after the match. anyway.

I'll try later on. Ma erse is sore.

If you've done nothing by four,
take syrup of figs when you get hame.

I will.

- I was fr yin' tae think of that guy's name.
- What guy?

Him that built the gairdens.

Nebuchadnezzar.
The Hingin' Gairdens of Babylon.

Does he no' have a nickname?
Somethin' shorter.

I'll never remember that.
Whit if I called him Neb or Nebby?

- You might not get asked that.
- Bet you I dae. Neb...Nebuch...

- Shit! I forgot it already!
- I'll whisper it tae ye.

Come on and stop worrying.

- Hello. Nicky.
- Hello.

Never gies up, her, does she?
Seems awright.

If she is,
she's the odd one oot in that family.

The polis are always up for the faither
or one of they boys.

- How's your old man?
- He's no' well at a'.

Faither O'Donnell was in seeing him.
My mammy greets a" the time.

It's the moanin'. You cannae get
tae sleep. I try no' tae get annoyed,

I just wish he'd hurry up and get better.
They've sent tae Canada for his brother.

Think he's gonnae get better, Nick?

Here he's!

Register.

Right.

Civilisation.

Civilisation, as you know,
began with settled communities.

But these communities tended to be
located near...what?

Reid?

- Rivers, sir?
- Rivers, yes. Fertile places.

Last week you'll remember
I spoke of such a place.

Babylon.

Now we know
of the achievements of Babylon

from the Greek traveller and historian...
Herodotus.

He tells us that it is more splendid
than any city known to us.

You'll remember, too, that the greatness
of Babylon owed much to one man.

Nebuchadnezzar.

Now he lived between 604

and 562 BC.

- BC. Boyle?
- Before Christ. sir?

Before Christ.

Now Nebuchadnezzar
was a tireless builder.

He built temples, palaces,

and a bridge across the River... Paton?

- Euphrates, sir.
- The Euphrates.

His most outstanding achievement,
however, was the construction

of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,

which he built for his Median wife,

who missed the mountains and greenery
of her homeland.

His Median wife.

What was she called?

- Coyle?
- Christ knows.

What?

Betty or somethin'.

Out!

- Carr?
- Don't know, sir.

Out! ..Paton?

- Don't know, sir.
- Out!

Murphy?

It was, er... I know it.
It'll come to me.

- Out!
- But I know it!

- Out!
- Whit was the question?

Nebuchadnezzar's wife, boy.
What was she called?

- Mrs Nebuchadnezziar.
- Out.

Come on!

- Ross?
- Amytis.

Amytis, yes.

- Up.
- This is stupid. We're oot of here soon.

Don't cheek me, boy! Not a man
who fought the Japanese. Now up!

Up!

Up.

Up.

- You, out. ..Sit down.
- I'll take it here. I'll no' move.

Sit down!

Up.

Up.

Every time you move your hands,

I'll add another stroke. Now, up!

Ayah!

Up!

- Haud them up, wee man.
- Shut up. you.

Come on, Jada.

Now back to your own desk.
You, sit down.

It'll go away in a minute.

So...

Civilisation owed much
to Nebuchadnezzar.

Gus! Gus. he ran past
as though you weren't there. Hit him!

- Jesus Christ, I know him.
- Let on he's a Protestant.

Now come on.

What are you thinkin' a boot?

This mornin'.

Forget that.

Wish I could be like Gus. Feart of nothin'.

Naebody's feart of nothin', Jada.

- Whit dae ye mean?
- Everybody's feart. Some hide it better.

- Is that right?
- Well, I think so.

Nick, what are you feart of?

If I tell you. you'll keep your mooth shut?

- Whit dae ye think I am?
- It's pretty horrible, Jada.

- That's awright.
- My uncle Tommy's big toe.

- Your uncle Tommy's big toe?!
- Ssh!

If I'm late for my tea. he'll sink it in
ma arse. Come on. Say cheerio to Gus.

Ya lousy bastard. ye!

Tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh.

Here. Here. 'mon.

Tsh-tsh.

- Come on.
- (TINY MIAOW)

(MAN} Hey, what's going on?!

Want tae come oot
and sit on the stair a while?

- Where's Nick?
- Stayed in. Writing a letter or something.

Who tae?

- Are ye cold?
- Naw, I'm awright.

- How's your old man?
- Just the same.

- Whit's he like?
- My faither? Sure you've met him.

Aye, but whit's he like?

He's...

great.

- How great?
- I don't know. Just...

great.

- Dae youse talk?
- Sure we talk.

Who starts it? Who starts tae talk first?

Eh...it's hard to say.
Sometimes it's him, sometimes it's me.

Whit dae youse talk a boot?
Whit's the last thing you spoke a boot?

I cannae remember, Gus

- (No' much.)
- Whit?

Nothin'.

- Want chips?
- Nah.

- I'll gie you a treat.
- Nah, I better get back in.

- Gus...
- What?

You talk to your faither?

Aye, a' the time(!) Cannae get a word in.

How?

- See ye.
- Aye, see ye.

- See you the morra, darlin'.
- See you later.

Sorry. I wisnae watch in".

Chips any good oot of here?
Some of them palm you aff wi' reheats.

Jada said you lived up here.

You don't make it easy, dae ye?
I'm no' a monster.

- That'll come.
- Whit?

- I said I better get hame wi' these.
- Good night.

- Did you shift some extras?
- Three boxes.

I made 32 bob. That's 16 bob each, OK?

Set up the shop. sir?

- Awright if I stick these here, Pat?
- Aye, certainly.

- Your mammy will be pleased wi' that.
- I very much doubt it, Nicky.

- What's wrong?
- Nothin'.

I've had five brothers at this school
and they all made these.

Did you no' tell him?

Pointless. You need tae whinny
before he'd listen tae ye. Watch this.

Jesus Christ! I've chopped ma finger aff!

- You no' get him?
- No.

I asked him what length of sea grass
I should cut. Know what he telt us?

A mile and three furlong. Aye.

- (BELL RINGS)
- See you later.

Hope you keep bananas
in your wee shop.

- Two packets.
- Money?

- We'll have tick. like these two.
- We paid!

- You're asking for a sore face, pal.
- Gie's them.

- I'm 'uckin' hungry.
- It's too much.

Listen, you, ya 'uckin' throwback.
You're getting 'uck all here.

- (INDISTINCT)
- He says four o'clock.

Awright. See you at four.

Wait. You've got training. And a game
against the Glen on Wednesday.

-Smursday.
- Thursday. We're the supporting bout.

- 'Mon.
- Told ye, didn't 1?

- You'll wear the arse oot of that carpet.
- Cannae wear holes in holes.

- What's up wi' ye?
- A guy in school.

- Lorexene. He wants a go at Gus.
- Lorexene?

Chronic nits.

- His pal wants me.
- 80 what's the problem?

Well, in a fair fight
you'd need to put your dough on Gus,

but Lorexene, he's plum loco,
as they'd say in there.

Tell him tae forget it. No point getting
your face mangled. That's for mugs.

There's sense in that.
Gus'll no' back doon. He cannae.

- Sure he can.
- He cannae, Tommy!

I thought you could think of something.

Other than what I says, no.

Mind you,

Kid Kansas was in a similar pickle
in Bad Day At Dead Man's Mesa.

Whit?!

Aye. Doon on the panhandle.

There was a couple of ranchers at each
other's throats. Headin' for a showdown.

The Kid's the sheriff in toon.

Hog's Back it was called.
Just temporary, like.

He realised if they'd be feuding
innocent people would get killed.

So he sends aff a telegraph tae Fort
Comanche, but soldiers would be a week.

So he had tae play for time.

So he's sitting in the Lucky Chip saloon
when it dawns on him

that there was wan thing would bring
these ranchers baith together.

The common enemy -
Chief Nine Fingers and his renegades.

So for three days and nights. the Kid goes
burning barns, shooting horses and coos,

wi' arrows, like. Leaving Indian signs,

to gie the impression Nine Fingers
had jumped the reservation.

Efter a parlay. the ranchers set aside
their differences and went after the Chief.

By the time they'd cottoned on, Major
Tiree had arrived tae keep the peace.

Well, it's...it's a' I can think of.

That's more like it!
Come on! Come on!

Ya Fenian bastards!

(WHISTLE)

-That's the way! In hard, lads!
- (SHARP WHISTLE)

- Go!
- Get intae these people!

(WHISTLE)

- Intae thae Micks!
- Fenian bastards!

- Come on, Glen!
- Ho! Ho!

Come on, Gus!

'Mon. Gus!

Come here!

- Simon, is this animal yours?
- Hardly. What school are you in. son?

- (INDISTINCT)
- An Academy boy.

- The Academy?!
- Time they raised their fees.

(HUMMING)

(INDISTINCT)

- I'm late for my night shift!
- Hey. wait a minute.

Can you get to a phone tomorrow
at dinnertime?

I think I found Chief Nine Fingers.

Easy. Somebody slipped that
through his door last night.

"Pape bastards. Five lucky goals.
How about a rematch today at four?

"And we don't mean football. Glen boys.”

Illiterate bastards. Cannae spell "pape”!

Look - they've got P-A-P-E.
They've missed oot the Y.

Aye. It hardly seems right
that we should leather each other.

Would we see it that way, Gus?

- Don't know.
- It's no' our fight any mair.

- There's some hard boys up there.
- 'ard boys.

Oor business comes first.

You're jokin', man.

If I get through to next Friday
I get a watch.

If I fight you, I might lose time.

- Maybe.
- That's the risk. Cos it's personal.

But this doubles the chance
and that's no' acceptable.

- This isnae personal.
- I said forget a boot us.

No. you asked for a postponement.
It's got tae be one or the other.

For Christ's sake, forget a boot us!

What a boot him?

See?

- OK.
- We'll put the word roon'.

We'll need tae get armed at dinner time.
Come on.

Can I see that?

# Soul of my Saviour

# Sanctify my breast

# Body of Christ

# Be thou my saving guest

# Blood of my Saviour

# Bathe me in thy tide

# \Wash me with water

# Flowing from thy side... #

Ah, hello. Is that the Glen School there?

Aye. Can I have a word
wi' the headmaster, do you think?

Thanks.

Yesterday on the football field,
we soundly thrashed Glen School.

And as Headmaster
I was proud of that achievement.

But today at lunchtime I learnt
from the headmaster at Glen School

that there are those in our number
who wish to take our traditional rivalry

to violent extremes.

I am appalled

that such an idea should find favour here.

Now I'm certain
that only a few of you are involved,

but I would caution that few

that the police have been informed
of your intentions.

(WEAPONS CLATTER)

Indeed. it is only out of consideration
for the good name of the school

that I have refrained from asking
the police to take steps at this stage.

(WEAPONS CLATTER TO GROUND)

I have been assured. however,
that from now until the school holidays

the police will be on the look out
for troublemakers.

And let me make it abundantly clear

that any boy whose actions
bring this school into disrepute

will be answerable to me.

That is all.

Just wait till they've gone
and clear up, Joe. Bastards.

- Whit's up?
- Nothin', nothin'.

(SHOOTING SOUND)

- Oh. hey! How did it go?
- It worked.

Did it? Ho ho ho!
You should have seen me on that phone!

- Did you talk to the Glen heidie?
- I telt him I was Davey Martin!

A guy in the work who went there.

Told him I heard a couple of Oor Lady's
boys talkin' a boot a range war.

- What did he say?
- That's the best bit.

"You've done your Protestant duty.”
I said, "Thanks.

"Your older Mick knew his place.
He was content tae outbreed us.”

I was thinkin' I WAS Davey Martin!

So I says, "What possible reason
would they have to harm our boys?"

"Revenge. David," he says.
"For beating them at football.”

- We cuffed them 5-0!
- I know! Lying old bastard!

Hey.. Kid Kansas, eh?

Kid Kansas.

- Ever wonder where your da' is?
- A the time.

- You never talk a boot him.
- Can't remember him.

I wonder where he is.

- Say that poem for us.
- What poem?

The one Duffy read oot the book.
The hissin' bit.

- Hissin' bit?
- Say it!

"The fair breeze blew
The white foam flew

"And the furrow followed free

"We were the first that ever burst
into that silent sea.”

Hey. look at this! I found a nude book.

- What'll we dae wi' it?
- Dunno. Take a couple of pages each.

- Tae school wi' us?
- Let's see it

- We'll sell it.
- Who tae?

- Dowdles.
- Aye! Right enough.

Show him it.

- It's dirty.
- That's what you're pa yin' for.

- No' want it?
- I didnae say that. How much?

One and a tanner.

Shilling.

Right.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Ross. Mr Snodgrass would like
to see you after this period.

Girls' classroom.

(KNOCK)

- Mr Duffy says you want to see me, sir.
- Wait outside.

Ross!

- Did you bring this filth into my school?
- You needn't deny it.

- I caught the boy red-handed.
- It's a very serious matter.

Not only are you yourself corrupt,

but you're prepared to corrupt
the minds of others!

I didnae force him. He bought it aff me.

- How much did he pay you for it?
- A shilling.

Give it to me.

I can let you have fourpence.

You guttersnipe!

I'll leave you to deal with this,
Mr Snodgrass.

If it weren't so close to your leaving date,
I'd have you suspended for this.

Inside.

Up.

Come on! Up!

Now get out!

Go on - get out.

Big bastard. Everybody knows
about him and the secretary.

And he belts you for a nude book?
Want me tae skelp Dowdles?

No. it wisnae his fault.
We're oot in a week. Let it go.

- See you the night.
- Aye.

- Whit's for tea? Leg of mince(?)
- There's a letter came for you today.

- It's frae the weather boats.
- Oh.

Better go up and see what it says.

Right.

I've marked your compositions.

These. you'll remember,

were to be the building bricks
of your stories.

I would not advise most of you
to countenance brick laying as a trade.

Yours was reasonable, Ross.

Maybe you'd read it to us.

"Cathy and Mark jumped with delight
when Father arrived home

"from the office. At last,
their holiday weekend had arrived

"and soon they'd be heading
for the countryside.”

- (SNORING)
- "Mother, too, was excited

"as she packed hampers
and checked the weekend's menu..."

- 'I'm home, dear.'...
- Get them aff!

Quiet!

"Cathy and Mark were allowed to have
tuck in front of the campfire.”

- Tuck(!)
- Cannae speak right!

- Sir!
- Enough.

"Later. after much coaxing, Father
gave them permission to sleep outside

"and both agreed how wonderful it was

"to be warm and snug in their sleeping
bags and gaze up at the cold, black sky.

"Next day, Mark went exploring.

"He came to a dark wood.
He was frightened at first, but he went in.

"It was quiet and gloomy in the wood. He
thought of turning back more than once.

"Suddenly he was through.

"He found himself standing on the banks
of the most beautiful river he'd seen.

"The water was clean and blue,
and gentle green hills..."

Jack.

Jack Murphy.

I wish there was something I could dae.

There's nothin' you can dae.

- There never is for me. is there?
- Whit dae ye mean?

- That bother with Lorexene.
- I couldnae afford to lose time.

That Pete couldnae beat eggs.
never mind put you in a sick bed.

It's always been like that. though.
I've always depended on you.

All I ever had tae offer was these.

Even Jada.

The first time I met him,
I knew there was somethin' else.

- No' just a rattle of bones.
- We're a' different, Gus.

- Aye, whit's it like?
- What?

When one of them dies.

Eh?

It's murder.

Did ye greet?

I wonder if I'd greet.

- 'Mon.
- Where tae?

See how he is.

- It's ten o'clock.
- He'll be up. Come on.

- We're no' goin' in. no' tae look.
- Naw, come on.

- Whit's that smell?
- Eau de cologne.

It's bowfin'.

- Just came up to see how you're daein'.
- Awright. Want tae see ma da'?

Naw. Want tae sit on the stair?

- Fag?
- Aye. Where did you get these?

Uncle Hughie brought them from Canada.

- How's it been?
- I didnae know him at first, in the coffin.

Got tae look dead close so you can see
it's him. His fingers are dead white.

Everybody says it's for the best, Nick.

- How can it be when he's deid?
- How's your mammy?

Greets a' the time.
Goes on about ma blazer disgracin' him.

- Whit blazer?
- School blazer.

- I'm no' that daft.
- Whit's that got tae dae with it?

It's all I've got, Gus.
I'll need tae wear it tae the funeral.

Tomorrow, can you meet us in the toon?

- Aye, whit for?
- It's a surprise.

- 'Mon.
- Where tae?

- Co-operative. Get rid of this.
- That money's yours, Nick.

- You stole every penny yourself.
- He just sold extra crisps.

We'd have spent it between us
in the holidays. anyway.

Whit's wrong?

- It wouldnae be right, Nicky.
- How no'?

I might no' be in the bunch much longer.

My uncle Hughie says if I want
I can stay in Canada. I might go, Nicky.

- Is this Canada?
- Naw.

Then we're in the bunch. Come on.

Come can, you. Hurry up.

Come on, Jada.

- Yes?
- We're just lookin' for some clothes.

- Whit size are you?
- Don't know.

- Can I help you?
- We want a suit and a shirt.

Shoes. And a couple of pairs of socks.

- Cash or club?
- Cash.

- I like that yin, Nicky.
- That's £7, I'm afraid.

Try it on. Jada. What about shirts?

Eh. we've self poplin shirts here.

Aye.

- Reduced to seven and eleven.
- OK.

We'll have a look.

Jesus Christ!

Aye, awright.

Top man now, Jada.

Head of the family.

Aye.

Aye!

- It's him. Gie him a trim?
- In there.

- Hey. wait a minute! Where's your arm?
- North Africa. unless somebody moved it.

- Fred C Dobbs.
- Whit?

Fred C Dobbs.

Humphrey Bogart in The Treasure of the
Sierra Madre. Never got it right 'til noo.

Must be the shape of your napper.
That'll be ninepence.

- I'd better go up the road noo. Thanks.
- You gonnae come back tae school?

Aye. I want tae see Nicky get his watch.

If it wisnae for your perfect attendance
you could come tae the funeral.

He said youse were the one bit of sense
I showed. He was right.

- Maybe they'd gie us time aff?
- It's got tae be family.

Och, it's all wan. See you Thursday.

Aye, see you, Jada.

Pity we couldnae go.

- You could go.
- Wouldnae be the same. It's Big Mac.

You imagine that.

- Whit's up?
- Big Mac.

Must be great stuff.

- Are you 18, son?
- I'm no' in for a drink.

That's novel.

Young fella. He said you taught him.

Saw you and wanted to staun' you a few.

Only he's too young tae dae it personally.

He says tae tell you he's daein' well.

- I taught him and he's daein' well?
- Aye.

Must be a criminal. Still...

Here's tae him.

- Nae hame?
- Aye, eh...

Dobbs. Fred C Dobbs.

- Dobbs?
- Dobbs.

Aye, I think I remember him.

Aye it's the "C"
that rings a bell.

Get your reading books out!

Which wan will we read, sir?

Read them all.

(SNORING)

Number one. please.

Number three.

Number four.

Number five.

Six. Seven.

Number eight.

And number two.

Eyes on the book. Coyle!

(Big bastard.}

What did you say?

Get out here, boy!

- Naw.

- UP!
- Naw!

Oh, no, boy.
Not to a man who fought the Japanese.

My erse! No' unless
they got as far as Paisley!

- What?
- You were an ARP warden in Paisley.

You got ma mammy's cousin done
for showing a light. Japanese(!}

I just buried a man who fought the
Japanese in Burma. Never said a word.

And a big shite like you has the cheek
to staun' there and tell me - ME?

Ya big shite.

Sit down.

(KNOCK)

- Nicholas Ross.
- Oh. come in. come in.

- 80, Nicholas, you want to go to sea?
- Aye.

- It's a fine life.
- Been yoursel'?

For 30 years, Nicholas.
'Til a rupture put me on the beach.

Aye, well, a bit of advice.

Two bits.
Know your place in the scheme of things

and, at night, breathe through your nose
and sleep with your arse to the bulkhead.

- Does that shock you, Nicholas?
- No.

Then you've passed the test.

(KNOCK)

- I take it you don't want that job.
- No.

You never telt us
you were thinking of going to sea.

In the blood, is it?

Maist boys go on the weather boats
for experience, then the merchant navy.

You don't even know him, Nicky.

You could go for years and years
and never come across him.

When your mammy died
and I moved in here...

I was terrified.
The thought of bringing up a...

But you were my sister's boy
and you wurnae going intae a home.

I thought it worked oot awright, Nicky.

I want to show him this.

Chri...

Jesus Christ...

I found her in the scullery.

I dragged her oot.

I remembered from school it was a sin.

She was just fed up, Tommy. That's all.

(CHEERS AND WHISTLES)

Wow!

(LOUD CHEERS)

- Did you hear that?
- I bet your faither heard it!

Aye, maybe he did.

Now an award that in 25 years' teaching

I have presented only once before.

The award for perfect attendance.

For the boy concerned.,
this has been a remarkable achievement

and one which will impress any employer.

Let us congratulate Nicholas Ross.

(LOUD CHEERS)

Well done.

Let's see it.

And, finally, for those who are leaving,

I and my staff earnestly hope that
when you look back on your time here

you will remember us with affection

and that your association with us
will be a source of pride.

The world awaits you.

We wish you well in it.

Thank you.

What time is it. Nicky?

Half two.

I was, eh, talkin' to ma faither last night.

About this and that, you know.

He says, "Well, son, what are you
gonnae be?" "I don't know," I says.

"Well, take your time a boot it, son.
Mull it over during the holidays.”

I suppose it'll be the shipyards for us. eh?

Well, what then?

I'm going tae sea.

Weather boats first,
then onto the merchant navy.

- Sea?
- You never said.

I had to tell Tommy first.

What about you?

Dunno. Still thinkin' a boot Canada.

My mammy says there's no' much here
for a boy any mair.

- What time is it, Nicky?
- Christ's sake! Every five minutes(!)

No' much point havin' a watch
if naebody asks you the time. Gus.

Three o'clock.

Come can! It's party time!

- Beer, tae. Look!
- This isnae right.

How? Everyone will have a stash
of booze. He can get a share of theirs.

Ah, Jesus! Chilled tae street temperature.

- Whit's it like?
- Take a guzzle.

- Man, that's bowfin'!
- Give us!

No. I'll pass.

Whit's called for here is a chaser.

- It's good tae be oot of there, innit?
- Aye.

It was good, though.

I can remember the first day. I can
remember the first day at primary school.

My dad took me.
Ma mammy said she'd greet.

- You gret!
- Didn't I?

- Mind he asked oot for a ha-ha?
- I've tried tae forget that.

You pointed to your arse and said,
"It's awright. I don't need any mair.”

- Mind yon woman's face? Mind, Nick?
- I remember.

The things we got up tae,
naebody would believe half of it.

Whit are youse leaving for?
We can keep it the same.

- No. I'll be awright.
- Sure, we better get hame.

- You two go. I'm eta yin'.
- Come on, Gus!

- I'm eta yin'.
- See you up the road.

I'll be awright.

Nicky?

Nicky?

Where's Gus?

Where is he, Nicky?

He's at the dock.

(CHOKES)

On the shore.

He was drinking, Tommy.

Deid?

Maybe if we'd stayed. Nick.

It disnae work like that, Jada.

It wisnae oor fault.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Sorry to hear a boot your pal.
- Aye.

- Whit's she ea yin'?
- Said she was sorry.

I feel as though I'm livin' up here
these days.

I made up my mind a boot Canada.
I'm definitely goin'.

That's good, Jada.

Maybe when you're in the merchant navy
you can come and see me.

Aye, maybe.

Whit are you goin' tae sea for?

- I want tae find my faither.
- Tae kill him?

Naw.
There's something I want tae show him.

Something ma mother left me.

Oh.

- I miss him already.
- Aye.

Think we should say somethin'?

If you want tae.

- Out loud?
- Intae yirsel'.

Well...

Here.

- I cannae take this.
- Aye, ye can.

It was gettin' it that mattered.

I didnae walk away frae it.
I was different frae ma faither.

I could have told you that, Nick.
I'll never forget ye.

Nor me you, Jada.

- Well, see you.
- See you, Jada.

Ya wee bastard.

- Find somebody tae send me a letter.
- I will, Nicky. First thing.

- Now beat it, will ye?
- See you. Nicky.

I live wi' a hoose full of men that don't
greet. Ma mother does it all for them.

But no' me. That day you got the belt,
I thought, "He's just like the rest.”

I was disappointed then. but no' noo.

- What are you talkin' a boot?
- Us. I start at the mill on Monday.

We could have a hoose of our ain.
Maybe furniture, tae.

- We're 15!
- We'll no' always be 15.

- I'm going away.
- I'll wait.