Ashes Page #5

We're in the clear.

No, stop messing about.

Let's get out of here.

- Is it trouble?

- No, turn around.

We're done.

Oh, sh*t.

- All right.

- All coppers are bastards.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Just can't find the motor.

- F*** off!

- I'm almost as bad as him.

F*** off!

Bye, Frank.

Keep walking.

We've got a problem.

- Problem.

- Yeah, we're f***ed.

Go through there. Dad go on.

Through there.

All right.

Come on, Dad.

Get down.

Get your head down. Down.

Down and keep your mouth shut.

All right.

Perfect.

I think they're gone.

Oh, sh*t!

Hello? No, I can't talk now.

It's not a good time.

I'm sorry, I've got...

All right.

Dad!

I've got a stain in the back.

Egg doesn't come out of black.

Beautiful.

Dad, Dad!

Dad, Dad!

Hi.

Dad!

What the f*** are you doing?

What are you doing?

Open the door.

Open the f***ing door.

What are you doing?

What you doing? Hey!

What the f*** are you doing?

Wait!

Go, go, go!

He shouldn't be driving.

You shouldn't be driving!

- He's going to kill someone!

- F*** off!

Have a nice day!

Did you see that?

That's it, yes!

F***ing amazing!

That was amazing!

Dad, well done.

That was one of the greatest

moments of my life.

F***!

Well done, Dad.

Well done.

F***ing brilliant!

When we're at the next junction,

we'll swap over.

No, seriously. I don't like

the idea of you driving.

Maybe you should take

some of your pills.

- Which ones do you take?

- I'm not ill.

Yeah, but I think they're good.

Stop you seeing things

that aren't real.

- They're real.

- I can't see them.

Maybe you need the drugs.

Yeah, I f***ing do

with you around.

No f***ing way!

You've gotta f***ing stop it.

What are you doing?

Concentrate on the road.

If you can't do it,

we'll swap over.

Got it.

I got it.

I just want music.

As long as you're concentrating.

Yeah.

All right.

- Concentrate, yeah?

- This is Roger Miller.

This is from the...

- Good old days.

- Yeah, the old time.

Two hours of pushing

Broom buys a

8 x 124 bit room. I'm a...

Man of means by no means

King of the road

Third boxcar,

Midnight train

Destination, Bangor, Maine

Old worn out suits and shoes

I don't pay no union dues

I smoke old stogies

I have found

Shorts bit not too big around

I'm a...

Man of means by no means

King of the road

Yeah!

Go on, Dad.

Hello?

Yeah, we're on our way.

I'm not gonna get there any faster

if you keep calling me.

I said we'll get there

when we get there.

Just calm down.

We'll talk later.

Jesus.

I could murder a coffee.

You gonna let me drive now?

No.

All right, fine.

Just keep driving south then.

Even you can't f*** that up.

Keep your eyes closed.

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