Glassland Page #3

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Haven't seen her in the

center for a few days now.

- I miss her in the kitchen.

- Mmm.

She has a cold or a flu or something.

She's trying to stay in bed.

- It's going around, all right.

- Yeah.

Okay, I'll leave you to it, lads.

Move over!

[Shane] Thought things would have

been a bit different, you know.

Just felt a bit trapped is

all, the last few months.

Feels like I'm rotten.

All this sh*t with the kid and all.

Which is f***ed up, 'cause I

pay, like, half my labor to her...

and I don't even get to see the kid.

I'd be better off sponsoring

a television child in Ethiopia.

Least I'd see him every day.

I'd see him more than I do now.

[sighs]

[exhales]

I just need to get away for a while is all.

Clear the head. Reassess.

I'm sure I'll see some

part of the world anyway.

Sample me a bit of foreign p*ssy.

Probably get full-blown AIDS.

I could get the AIDS, yeah.

Could get f***ing anything.

You shoulda came, man.

You still can. Internet's all loaded up

there on the laptop. All it is, is a click.

- New start.

- Can't.

Just too much going on.

Want a cup of tea?

Ma!

[switch clicks]

[radio:
dispatcher]

Thanks, man. See you later.

- [cup rattling on sink]

- [water running]

[footsteps descending stairs]

[woman] Hey, John.

Everything okay?

Did my ma come in here this morning?

- No. She hasn't been in for a week or so.

- F***!

- F***!

- J... John.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's all fine. It's all fine.

- I'll see you.

- John.

J... Come here. Just sit down, okay?

Are you hungry?

Come on. There's some

stuff left over from lunch.

Just sit down for a minute.

[John] It's been a long night.

Had a few difficult clients.

Worked a lot of hours.

I can't do this anymore.

[door closes]

[keys rattling in lock]

[bottles clanking]

What's this? [chuckles] A party?

You making fun of me, John?

No, I'm not making fun of you.

I was just thinking, why is it that Mum

has all the fun and I can't have any?

Thought I'd join you.

Okay. I'm open to share the fun.

Okay.

Anything in particular?

I'll, uh... I'll start

with some wine, please.

Okay. Wine it is.

[wine pouring]

[glasses clink, ring]

You know, I don't even like

the way a drink tastes, John.

I only like how it makes me feel.

Huh.

I love the way it tastes.

But I hate the way it makes me feel.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

Well, we can't have a

party and not have music.

Okay.

We'll have music, so...

[speakers:
electronic pop]

[man] Sometimes I

feel I've got to

Run away

I've got to

Get away

From the pain you drive

into the heart of me

The love we share

Seems to go nowhere

And I've lost my light

For I toss and turn

I can't sleep at night

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