Millions Page #2

Building maintenance?

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

Yeah, I'm usually right,

it's a knack.

Do you mind me asking?

Is the kettle actually on? I'm...

Oh, sorry.

Yes?

Isn't the problem here,

that our houses are built on sand?

Sand? No.

They're not are they?

If you store up your treasure

on earth it will be stolen.

But if you give it away,

then it can't be stolen.

Mormons?

Well, Latter Day Saints.

Saints?

I know all about them...

Errr... Damian,

go and give Terry a hand

in the kitchen will you?

You too Anthony,

off you go, good lads.

Now, some of you are

going to be burgled.

There are things I can tell you,

that will lower the odds

of it being you personally.

It's a bit anti-social,

because if it isn't

you then it'll be next door,

but ha-ha there you go.

Our mam's dead.

Here. Go on, help yourself.

Take as many as you like, son.

Result.

Is it completely honest?

Completely dead isn't she?

What?

What do you want?

Can't you see I'm busy?

Just go away.

I don't like having my own room.

Clare of Assisi,

Eleven Ninety Four till

Twelve Fifty Three?

That's right.

I used to have a hermitage,

myself, once.

I used to go and hide up there.

If anyone needed me,

I'd send them a vision, sort them out.

That's why I'm the patron

saint of television.

I was like... human television.

You're the patron saint

of television?

Keeps me busy.

You know?

Are you allowed to smoke then?

You can do what you

like up there, son.

It's down here,

you have to make the effort.

Do you ever come across

a Saint Maureen?

She hasn't been there long.

Don't ring a bell.

Then again,

it is infinite up there.

Absolutely bloody infinite.

Listen...

Dad.

What is it anyway?

What are you doing

with all these boxes?

- What's that?

- Wait and see.

Where did you get that?

You can see it too then?

Well... you know...

sometimes you see things.

Don't you?

And other people can't see them.

What?

Well... you know... sometimes,

but this is real though.

This is real. This is real

Can't wait to tell dad.

You can't tell dad about this.

You can't tell anyone about this.

Why not?

Tax.

If the government

find out about this,

they'll take forty percent

of it away.

Forty percent!

Do you know how much that is?

Nearly all of it.

Shall we count it before we go?

No, we can't we're really late.

How much? How much?

There's thousands.

Ten thousand.

- Fifty thousand.

- Seventy.

Two hundred thousand.

Millions even.

Patch... Jenga.

Oink. Oink. Oink. Oink.

Promise not to tell anyone.

What is it?

- How much is it?

- Thousands.

Hundreds.

It's just hundreds.

No one else knows.

So if anyone finds out,

we'll know it's you. Ok?

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