Walk Like a Panther Page #3

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Ah, I didn't

think so, duck.

Look at you all.

You bunch of sad,

washed up divs.

Crying about

that ginger tosser.

- Hey, you!

- Dad!

CLIFF:
Oh, where do you

think you're going?

Hey!

Back off, old man!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Go on, Bulldog! Go on!

(RICKY SCREAMS)

TREVOR:

I've had enough of you, Rickson.

That's it, Bulldog,

that's it. Hey, boy!

- Get off!

- Dad!

Get off!

(GRUNTS)

- Oh!

- Go on, Bulldog. Just like the old days, right!

- Too old. Way too old.

- You never encouraged me.

Dad, tag me, tag me.

- TREVOR:
Cliff, you're on.

- MARGARET:
Don't forget our Mark.

MARK:

Go on, Cliff!

(CROWD GROANS)

TONY:
Sweet Cheeks is up next!

LARA:
No, you're not. You'll

probably sh*t yourself.

What you doing?

(YELLS)

RICKY:

All of you, you fannies...

- (RICKY GROANS)

- (CROWD LAUGHS)

Yeah, yeah, me. Me.

Me, Cliff. My turn.

CROWD (CHANTING):

Zulu, Zulu, Zulu...

RICKY:

Have some of this.

- (CROWD GROANING)

- MAN:
That was a mistake, son.

That was a mistake.

(RICKY WHIMPERS)

- (RICKY GROANS)

- (DAWN SIGHS)

(LAUGHING)

Bronson, come on,

let's go.

Shut up, you tosser.

This is gold.

CROWD (CHANTING):

Boston Crab. Boston Crab.

Zulu!

- Boston Crab. Boston Crab.

- (CHUCKLING)

Yes! Yes, me now! Me now!

DANNY:
Come on, let's

have a look at you.

MARK:

Tag me now!

Who's been a naughty boy?

(CROWD GROANING)

MAN:
Stay down, lad, stay down.

CROWD (CHANTING):

Easy! Easy! Easy! Easy!

(CROWD WHOOPING)

Yes, Glenn. Yes, Glenn.

I think he's had enough now,

Mark, don't you?

TREVOR:

Right, Ricky Rickson.

That's what we in the business

call a public warning.

Now get this numpty

out of our pub.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Well done, pal.

There's life

in the old dog yet.

(DANNY AND TREVOR LAUGHING)

Did you notice then they couldn't

even properly take me down, mate?

See my moves, H?

Saw you move to the floor

a couple of times, yeah.

Right, well, they was me escaping moves,

if you haven't actually noticed that.

Got some proper

decent digs in, mate.

Bam, bam, bam, bam!

Where was you, mate?

Where was your back-up?

Well, I...

I proper couldn't get

through the crowd, mate.

Because Gladys and Pat were

holding you back, were they?

Yeah? Is that

what was going on?

No, well, what I was saying was

is you probably couldn't see,

what I was up to

because I'm so swift,

I'm so fast, I'm like...

I'm like lightning.

And I... I took it easy on

them because they're so old,

and because they're grieving, and all

their loss and all that bollocks.

But next time,

mate, you watch.

It's Full Force

Ricky Rickson, mate!

- RICKY (SHOUTS): Jesus!

- You all right?

RICKY:
Get off, get off me.

Get off.

- WAYNE:
All right?

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