Letters from the Big Man Page #2

A businessman. A friend of Frankie's.

What's a proper businessman

doing with Frankie White?

Mr Mason's a wealthy man. Beth, you

could take him home to your mother.

Owns a string of betting shops.

A bookie?!

Respectable. Owns racehorses.

You're too old to believe

in Santa Claus, Danny.

Just what sort of job is it?

Oh, for Christ's sake, Beth.

It's money, isn't it? Van driving

doesn't make this kind of money.

OK.

So you don't want to drive a van.

Fine. No problem.

But what are you going to do?

Ride a racehorse? Fight a man.

You mean hit someone?

Fight, fight a man. Who?

Don't know. You don't know?

It doesn't matter.

It's bare knuckles, right?

It's a bare-knuckle fight. Since when

were you a bare-knuckle fighter?

I can't sit here and wash

the children's underwear

for the rest of my life.

Why not? I work. I earn the money.

I've got a job!

Can you not think for just one

minute - think what you're doing?

Look, honey, listen.

All I'm going to do is get

into a bit of a scrap, right?

A playground scrap.

We can take this man

Mason's money and run.

Let's just pack up and go.

Go? Go where?

Anywhere. Sell up and move out.

Too late.

I said I'm doing it.

It's too late.

So you told the boys? Aye.

Booked their tickets.

Want to see some blood - people pay

good money for that, you know.

You don't have to do this, Danny.

I want to do it.

I won't go through it all again.

I won't.

I'm not going to sit here with

the kids while you're in jail

or hospital or God knows where.

I won't, no.

No.

You always have to be

the big man, don't you?

Always Jack the Lad.

Do you think these people

care if you went to prison,

never get a job down a mine?

Danny, I know it could

have been anyone else.

The point is, it was you.

And I stood by you

because it was a principle there.

It was about leading ordinary,

decent lives. We fought for that.

I never wanted to see you hurt.

I love you.

Isn't that enough?

You don't have to go out and get

yourself brain damage just to

prove you're still Danny Scoular.

Go to sleep.

I took the man's money, Beth.

And you could just give it back.

Roll over Sugar Ray Robinson!

Bite your bum Muhammad Ali!

In the red corner,

the man you wouldn't

take home to see your sister,

Thornbank's answer to Rocky Marciano,

the mad miner himself, Danny Scoular.

# Here we go, here we go,

here we go! #

Dad, dad! Come in.

Go on your bike. Go on.

Mum, dad's going running - running!

I know.

Come on.

Come on. Keep those knees up now.

Come on!

You're running like a big jessie.

So who's this I'm fighting, Frankie?

What do you want to know that for?

All you have to do is

batter the sh*t out of him.

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