Lies We Tell Page #2

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The day after

your grandfather's funeral,

but you know your father,

one excuse after another.

But I don't understand.

Why is he making excuses?

Why doesn't

he just give it to them?

He sold it.

[indistinct chatter

on television]

One of them days?

You missed our Heather.

She wants you to sign these.

What have I missed?

F***'s sake, Donald,

is that all you've got to say?

Your boss just got buried,

your wife served you

divorce papers...

They didn't bury him.

Took him to Greece.

Well, wherever the f***

they took him.

Listen, mate,

I'm not just saying this

'cause she's me sister,

but sooner or later,

you've gotta start

facing up to things.

You can't keep your head

buried in the sand.

Can I borrow your toolbox?

- [sighs]

- [Cinders barking]

[growls and barks]

Get the f*** out of there,

you horny bastard!

[water splashing in bathtub]

No more envelopes

after today.

It's finished.

No more overtime.

No more working late.

No more weekends.

Ammi, why haven't

you paid this?

Bring my handbag down.

Here.

Bye.

[man] Karen, have you got a copy

of that transcript

- from yesterday?

- Oh, yes, I've got it here.

[sighs]

[beep]

[cell phone rings]

- Hello?

- Hello, Donald?

I thought you said

you were gonna call.

Yeah, but I...

Have you found it yet?

I can't really speak

at the moment.

I'll get back to you, okay?

How's it going

with Heather then?

[sighs] It's not really.

I know, love, it's hard.

Sometimes you only stay together

for the sake of the kids.

I mean, look at me and Mark.

Real sh*t.

Get that down you

before it gets cold.

I will. Thanks, Ruth.

[woman speaking indistinctly

over PA system]

["See-Line Woman"

playing in background]

[both laugh]

[music stops]

[cell phone ringing]

Shh. It's Mum.

Hello.

No, don't worry.

I'll find him, Mummy.

Okay.

Okay.

[cell phone beeps]

Is everything all right?

I'm going to need your help.

My little brother's run away.

How old is he?

He's 19.

But he's got

learning difficulties.

[dance music thumping faintly]

[Amber] Look, I can't go in

there dressed like this.

Can you just pop your head

around the corner

and see if he's there?

I'm not popping

me bloody head in there.

It's only a bar.

It's hardly

the Dog and Duck, is it?

He's just a kid. Look.

Okay.

[tires screech]

I'll just be a second.

Let me see that picture.

[dance music playing]

[laughter]

[drums playing]

Who are you, bro?

[drums playing]

[cheers and applause]

[giggling]

[crowd chanting]

F*** off.

Right, fat boy, off limits.

[crowd shouting and cheering]

[drums resume]

[man] Y'all know my man

Pudding!

And y'all know KD!

[crowd chanting]

Are you ready, boys?

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