44 Inch Chest Page #2
above everything, everything!
Till this is done and dusted,
put to bed, laid to rest,
nobody does f***ing nothing
but this.
This is where we are.
Here. Now.
This.
Where's f***ing Meredith?
- He's late.
- Late?
Late?
No such f***ing word.
And I'll tell you this,
if Brighton Billy
God rest his tortured soul
had ever caught anyone
being late,
he would've cut
their eyelids off,
stuck 'em in a f***ing sack
with a snake, a cockerel,
and a dog,
and chucked 'em
in the f***ing sea.
Charming.
- That was how it was.
And believe you me,
once he'd made up his mind,
that was it.
That was it.
Nothing could sway him,
nothing.
No surrender.
Immovable, he was,
immovable!
A mountain.
A f***ing colossus.
You hear me, Colin?
- I just can't believe it.
I can't.
Anybody want any crisps?
- Salutee.
- You're late!
- So sue me.
God.
F*** me.
Dj vu.
You enjoying those?
- F*** off.
- So what's happening, kittens?
- More of the same.
- How are you feeling today,
Colin?
You look terrible.
- He's good.
He's f***ing strong.
- Oh, that's good.
That is good.
He don't look it.
- No, he's all right.
- Yeah, better than he was
last night.
Here, Meredith,
this morning.
- Was he?
Now, that's funny.
He hates me.
- Does he?
Didn't seem like it.
- Is he a poof and all?
- Not sure.
Is he, Arch?
- Who? Biggy?
I don't think so.
- Arch doesn't think so, Peanut.
- Ha.
- What was he wearing?
- Don't know.
A jacket?
- I get waves...
- Jacket, eh?
- Up and down.
- Tweedy.
- I mean,
look at the f***ing state of me.
- Tweedy, eh?
- All I ever did was love her.
Maybe I loved her too much.
Maybe that's it.
Liz?
It's me.
I'm home.
Here he is.
He's bearing gifts.
Look.
Look what I got you.
Avril's been at it again,
f***ing up big style.
She's useless.
Almost cost us a sale
on an XKR Jag.
F***ing hell,
last week the Saab,
this week the Jag.
I gave her a verbal warning,
told her if
she didn't buck up her ideas,
she'd be out the showroom.
I'll stick her desk in
the backyard beside the khazi.
Liz, love, what's wrong?
What is it?
What's the matter?
What's up?
What's happened?
- Colin.
- Liz, love, what's wrong?
- I'm so sorry.
- What you sorry for?
What you
what you sorry for, Liz?
- I'm sorry, Colin.
- So you said.
You've said that.
I've got that.
What you sorry for, Liz?
You're scaring me, Liz.
- I've met someone else.
- What?
You're kidding.
- I'm sorry.
- Someone else?
I- I don't understand.
I've just come in
through the door,
and now I'm...
Now I'm, um...
Met someone else?
I know what you're all thinking.
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