Downtime Page #4

What are you thinking about?

That... bloke.

No... nothing.

You better get yourself back.

He saved your life, Rosey.

Yeah. And what sort of life is it?

- Chrissy, please, just hear me.

- F*** off!

Oh jeez, Chrissy, I came to apologize.

Jesus Christ!

Chrissy, I've had enough now.

- This is gonna need something.

- What about a glass of milk?

- Milk?

- It's got calcium for the bones.

Well, it's more of a long-term

answer, really.

I've got some Dettol.

Shall I put some on?

- No, I don't like doing that.

- No, I'll do it.

Yeah, but you don't have to live

with the pain though, do you?

Listen, Chrissy. I do know

what it's like to feel like sh*t. Okay?

I lost a son asthma attack.

because she couldn't stand

the thought

that another of her children would

catch asthma from their daddy.

F*** off!

What's this, a competition to see

who's had the most depressing life?

Right... well, okay.

When I was 12,

I used to hear me mother's cries

as my daddy beat her up at nights.

How's that?

Your turn again.

What?

I don't want to argue with you.

I don't believe in fighting fire with fire.

- Why did you come back here?

- Why did you let me in?

Cos you'd hurt yourself.

I didn't wanna see yer.

You came round.

I'm going out!

Going out, that's, that's why

I came back!

Will you go out with me?

- What?

- On a, on a date.

You know, a meal or something.

Jeez, I don't know.

Look, I let you in,

I helped you with your hand.

I don't need your f***ing pity in return!

Pat, where are you going?

Rosey, my girl,

I'm taking the stairs this time.

- No, look, you don't understand.

- Pat!

I'm not some single mother

who was dumped on by the guy.

I decided not to marry him because

unlike most of the girls at the factory...

I could see the difference between a wedding and a

marriage, all right?

Pat, where are you going?

- I'm buying peas today.

- Jesus. Fine.

I didn't mean it like that.

- Don't swear in front of the bairn.

- What?

Don't swear in front of me kid.

Pat, Pat, not by the stairs, man.

In the lift this time. It's coming.

How can you say that?

Every time I come here you

tell me to f*** off!

A 'f***' is not religious, is it?

Not like 'Christ' or 'Jesus'.

I don't take the Lord's name,

do l, like you?

Pat, you know you can't manage

all those stairs any more.

In the lift this time with me.

Will you stop standing there

and staring at us

as if it stops me shouting at yer.

No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry, sorry.

I'm, I'm actually genuinely surprised.

I hadn't realized you were religious.

Oh yeah, I was very young

when I fund Jesus in my life.

I found him hiding underneath a pew

when I was 4.

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