Letters from the Big Man Page #3

Slow down, you bastard.

I'm the pacemaker.

Slow down before I lose

my balls in this saddle!

Danny!

Danny!

Hey!

Look at that.

Still in working order.

You know where they bring

the coal in from now? China.

Good riddance. Let the chinkies

do it. That's what I say.

That was more than a job, Frankie.

That was worth fighting for.

Not for me it isn't.

What did they do for you and

the rest? Where did it get you?

Thornbank, land of the living dead.

Your brains are boiled away until

there's nothing left in the bag.

Look at me - made my own way

in the world, a travelled man.

America, the Wild West!

You were always a bloody

cowboy, Frank.

HORN HONKS:

Hello! Yeah!

Beth! What are you doing? Beth!

He's running now. Faster, dad.

Faster.

Kids! No!

Hello, darling.

Here you go. Come now.

Oh, Beth.

They're my kids too.

Stay quiet. Don't move.

I'll fix the tea.

Other men have shifted themselves,

made something of themselves

after the strike. Not Danny.

He organises his life with the

precision of a road accident.

Everything I loved about him

makes me angry now.

He could get up and do something

at a moment's notice. I loved that.

But he can't concentrate on anything

for longer than five minutes.

And if he does do anything -

if he irons a shirt - he

expects a gold medal for it.

He doesn't understand he's

got to take what's there -

the oil rigs, van driving,

cleaning windows, whatever it is.

And now he's working for gangsters?!

Thinks he's Jack the Lad again!

For God's sake, how can you

hope to bring the kids up decent?

He doesn't even know himself

what he believes in.

I gave up everything for him,

Gordon and college and...

Beginning to sound like my mother.

Everything she said about us...

it was all true.

Sometimes you sound as if we'd

brought you up as a punishment.

Your mother happens to be my wife.

Another day, another dollar!

I want you on the road in ten.

Why me?

Why you what?

Why did Mason pick me?

Mr Mason's been like a father to me.

Trust me. Up and out. Shake it!

Oi! Where you going? Danny!

Hey!

Bastard.

Mr Murtagh.

About the job -

I've come about the job.

Sorry. Mr...?

Scoular, Danny Scoular.

The interviews were

yesterday, Mr Scoular.

I know I'm late, but I'm here now.

Just ask me some questions.

I need the job.

Do you have any

van driving experience?

You know, I've always

wanted to be a van driver.

What are your qualifications?

I was a miner, 13 years.

I see you have a criminal record,

Mr Scoular.

Not a criminal record -

a political record.

Hardly a qualification

for driving a van.

What sort of qualifications

are you looking for?

I don't want to waste

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