A Boy Called Dad Page #3

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- On the Blarney Stone?

- Yeah.

Me dad went mental. But I could tell he was thinking, "Nice one, son".

You're meant to look up to your dad.

I did. He was a hero.

Are you like him?

Come on. It's getting cold.

- Leanne!

- What do you want?

- Can I hold him?

- No!

- Please, just for a bit?

- Why are you suddenly arsed about him?

You don't even know his name.

Buy him some nappies.

That wouldn't even buy him one.

It's all I've got. Please?

- Will it mean you'll leave us alone?

- Yeah.

Like that, divvy! He's not a sack of spuds.

Hey, mate.

It's Elliott.

Hi, Elliott.

His first name's William after my granddad.

Billy Elliott?

CAR SPEEDS BY:

TYRES SCREECH:

Just stay away, Robbie, OK?

BABY CRIES:

- Who's that kid?

- Just someone from school.

HORSE-RACING COMMENTARY ON TV

HE MUTTERS:

Come on.

F***ing move!

- What are you doin' soft lad? Go after him.

- Why?

- You're going to let him get away with that?

- I'm all right.

You got to look after yourself, Rob. No-one else will.

Do you understand me? No-one.

What are you like with your fists?

Show me. No, no, no. Hit me. Come on. Hit me.

Properly, come on. Come on, hit me.

No, no, no. Properly, not like a girl.

Like a lad. Hit me. Hit me!

You little...!

Rob, I was trying to help. I'm sorry.

You all right, mate?

I'm sorry.

Come on. Forgive me, Rob.

Come on, mate. I'm sorry.

All right, eh?

- Has my dad been in?

- Who?

- Joe.

- No, lad. He's back home, over the water.

- He's back in Ireland already?

Ireland?! Liverpool.

- His home's in Ireland.

- I think you've got your wires crossed, lad.

He lives in Liverpool.

- How long's he lived there for?

- Years.

If you're his son, shouldn't you know that?

Yeah. It's just we've been apart for a bit.

- Has he been over here much?

- On and off, yeah.

- No message?

- No.

TRAIN PASSES:

DOOR SLAMS:

BABY CRIES:

F***ing shut up.

F***ing shut up!

F***ing noisy little sh*t.

CRYING CONTINUES

Touch him again and I'll f***ing kill you!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Are you f***ing kidding me, son?

F***ing touch me...?

What the f*** are you doing? F*** off.

F*** off.

What are you f***ing doing, you little sh*t?

- F***ing let go. Oi!

- Leave him alone.

GUNSHO Aah! You f***!

SCREAMING:

BABY CRIES:

F***ing move!

Ssh!

I'm sorry. Please, ssh.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

No, no. Sh*t.

Do you know how to work it?

KNOCK AT DOOR:

Afternoon. DCI Hill, DC McKenzie.

We're responding to the disappearance of Elliott

- and Robbie, is it?

- Yeah. Come in.

I didn't even know he had a kid.

Your ex-wife wondered if he dropped any hints about where he was gone.

No. I don't know, mate.

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