Set Fire to the Stars Page #2

I got you some candy,

I took the liberty of getting

you a 'Superman'.

Dylan?

Watch it!

Don't be angry with me, John.

Don't be mean.

I was lost without you.

- I have never been so...

- Pleased to see me?

So angry and upset, actually.

Let me introduce you to Mickey.

Screw you, fairy.

Please, my fully developed friend.

Be nice. We just arm wrestled for money.

Oh? How did you do?

I came second.

So... you're buying then?

My goodness. You're very strong.

Two stouts for me and my new pal.

That's the black stuff, isn't it?

- Eggs?

- You are going to love it.

But I don't need the...

To all the lights that guided us.

To all the women that guided our wrongs.

To the lost...

and the ones who still wait for them.

Cheers!

Drink, drink!

- Drink, drink...

- Come on, John!

I've always been strong. Like an ox!

We're pit men with dirty nails.

Chest thumping Neanderthals

with songs in our hearts.

Oh, Christ, I've got to put you down.

It would be at this time in the evening

at Browns, my local,

Dai Jenkins would shout

"Does anybody want a fight?"

Hey, buddy, keep it down!

Down, down?

I have enough trouble getting it up!

What did you say buddy?

Want me to come and break your head in?

- Well that's rich.

- That what you want?

Come and try it.

But I warn you,

with me you're out of your depth!

Isn't that right, John?

Where does it all come from?

The words.

From which spring do they pour?

- Don't.

- No one is that mysterious.

We're having fun, John.

Don't take it away.

- I'm not taking it away.

- Why do you have to ruin it?

Label it?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm a horrible little imp

who can't hold his friends

or answer his liquor.

Forgive me.

How much money am I going to make?

Enough, I'm sure.

I can go over the books in the morning.

Can I get you to a doctor?

Hello.

That was quite a scene

at Harvey's last night.

Can't say I was surprised.

He was drunk, Jack. Over excited.

I dare say he was.

We should cancel tonight's reading.

No, Jack. Please!

There's nothing to say he can't perform.

I didn't bring him here

to go to parties.

No. No, we didn't, did we?

I hope you've got the stomach

for this, John.

I'll see you later.

Thank you, Jack.

Oh, Dylan, the last time I saw you,

you were an angel.

Now look at you.

There you go.

Such tragedy, such loss.

The things I could do

with you... for you.

Hopeless boy.

Be brilliant, boy. Try and be brilliant.

This is your final call. Five minutes.

Look after him.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats.

Tonight's performance

will begin shortly.

Bye.

Are you going to make me do this?

- Everything okay, gentlemen?

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