Incendiary Page #3

an hour you might just make it.

Do you want to have lunch with me?

I thought you just told me

you were going to the match

and I'm sure I just said I don't intend

to have sex with you again.

Jesus! You just say exactly

what's on your mind.

Yeah, I do. You should try it some time.

OK, OK, OK... I think

you're the funniest, sexiest,

realist East End slapper I've ever met,

and, in case you hadn't worked it out.,

I don't give up that easily.

Look, I was going to cook myself

fish fingers and watch the match on telly.

Sounds good.

- How many?

- Sorry?

Fish fingers?

I don't know. I've never eaten them

before in my life.

Four, then. With chips.

(TV commentary on in background)

(She sighs heavily)

What?

What do you mean, "what"?

What do you want from me?

There you go, getting straight

to the point again, clearing the air.

If you need a new girlfriend, I'm not her.

I've got a family and I love 'em.

I like you.

You bypass the endless bullshit.

Different from all the people I know.

About a hundred grand a year different,

I should've thought.

You make me feel like I'm missing out on

the simple things in life... like fish fingers.

You bother me.

Does this bother you?

What about this?

Does this bother you?

No. No, not really.

This?

Now I don't know what to say. And this

isn't what I had in my mind at all.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but if we wait around till we knew

what you had in mind,

we'd be here all day, and my husband

and boy would be home,

and my husband would kick your teeth in.

Fair enough.

I always try to be fair.

(TV commentator) 'And there's

the whistle to get us underway.

'Looking around this

magnificent stadium,

'you can really sense

the feeling of excitement now.

'We've been looking forward

to this game for a long time...'

(Crowds cheering)

(Explosion on TV)

'What on earth...? I'm not sure

if you can still hear me...

'Something quite catastrophic

has happened here...'

(Signal breaks)

(Explosion)

(TV beeps)

(Explosion)

(Windows rattle)

(Car alarms wail)

'Some breaking news for you. Reports

of a major incident in North London.

'Possibly an explosion at

a Premier League football stadium.'

F***! I've gotta get to the paper.

'Information is sketchy

but reports suggest...

- Take me there in your car.

- What?

- I need to get them home for their tea.

- Oh, God, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry.

Please, please don't let them be hurt.

Please, God, don't let them be hurt.

We won't even get down there.

The roads'll all be blocked.

I don't care! Just get me there!

(Sirens wailing)

Stop there, sir! Back it up!

(Helicopter overhead)

(Shouting)

I can't believe my eyes, mate.

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