About A Boy Page #4

Yeah.

A friend of mine from SPA isn't feeling so great...

...so I said that we'd take her kid

to the picnic, too.

- Is that all right?

- Yeah.

The more the merrier. Right.

Come on, slowcoach!

I hated that SPATlot.

Mum's friend Suzie was fine, but now there

was that wally who wanted to get off with her.

Marcus, Will. Will, Marcus.

Hi there.

Right.

Pile in, everyone.

Look what a mess Ned made of the car seat.

What a shame he can't come.

So, what do you do?

Me?

There were too many lies

to keep track of so I told the truth.

- Nothing.

- Well, before then.

- What do you mean, before I did nothing?

- Yeah.

I did nothing.

You've never worked?

I've done the odd day here and there, but, no.

Crazy, isn't it?

It's...

Brilliant.

My God, I was going to have to tell her.

What happened, in fact,

was that my dad wrote a song...

...in 1958, and it's quite a famous song...

...and I basically live off the royalties of that.

You know Michael Jackson?

He makes a 1,000,000 a minute.

That's 60,000,000 an hour.

I don't make a1,000,000 a minute.

- Nothing like, sadly.

- How much then?

Marcus!

I was beginning to wonder

if we'd be stuck with this weird kid all day.

So, what's this song then?

If you can live off it, we must've heard of it.

It's Santa's Super Sleigh.

God, please don't sing it.

"Look who's coming round the bend

It's Santa and his reindeer friends

"With a ho, ho, ho and a hey, hey, hey,

It's Santa's super sleigh"

I expect people do that all the time.

No, I think you two are the first.

Sorry. I don't understand.

How does that make you money?

Do carol singers have to pay you 10 percent?

They should, but you can't

always catch the little bastards.

So, how often do you look after him?

Marcus.

Every once in a while.

His mum's a little off-color sometimes.

You call it off-color, I call it nuts.

She's not nuts, Marcus.

She just needs a weekend taking it easy.

We'll have a nice picnic, and when

you get home, she'll be all rested up.

My God! What the hell is that?

My mum's homemade bread.

It looks pretty good.

No, it isn't. It's healthy.

You miss him, don't you?

Who?

Ned!

Yeah.

Yeah, very much.

He'd have loved this.

I think I killed a duck.

I was only trying to feed it.

What's that floating

in the water next to it?

Is that your mum's bread?

You didn't have to throw the whole loaf.

That would've killed me.

You the one who was throwing

bloody great loaves at the ducks?

Yeah, he was, but I've stopped him now.

You know, boys will be boys, and all that.

So he killed it.

No. Sorry, I misunderstood you.

The duck was dead already.

He was throwing bread

to try and sink the body...

...because Megan here was getting upset.

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