Letters from the Big Man Page #3
Slow down, you bastard.
I'm the pacemaker.
Slow down before I lose
my balls in this saddle!
Danny!
Danny!
Hey!
Look at that.
Still in working order.
You know where they bring
the coal in from now? China.
Good riddance. Let the chinkies
do it. That's what I say.
That was more than a job, Frankie.
Not for me it isn't.
What did they do for you and
the rest? Where did it get you?
Thornbank, land of the living dead.
Your brains are boiled away until
there's nothing left in the bag.
Look at me - made my own way
in the world, a travelled man.
America, the Wild West!
You were always a bloody
cowboy, Frank.
HORN HONKS:
Hello! Yeah!
Beth! What are you doing? Beth!
He's running now. Faster, dad.
Faster.
Kids! No!
Hello, darling.
Here you go. Come now.
Oh, Beth.
They're my kids too.
Stay quiet. Don't move.
I'll fix the tea.
Other men have shifted themselves,
made something of themselves
after the strike. Not Danny.
He organises his life with the
precision of a road accident.
makes me angry now.
He could get up and do something
at a moment's notice. I loved that.
But he can't concentrate on anything
for longer than five minutes.
And if he does do anything -
expects a gold medal for it.
He doesn't understand he's
got to take what's there -
the oil rigs, van driving,
cleaning windows, whatever it is.
And now he's working for gangsters?!
Thinks he's Jack the Lad again!
For God's sake, how can you
hope to bring the kids up decent?
He doesn't even know himself
what he believes in.
I gave up everything for him,
Gordon and college and...
Beginning to sound like my mother.
Everything she said about us...
it was all true.
Sometimes you sound as if we'd
brought you up as a punishment.
Your mother happens to be my wife.
Another day, another dollar!
I want you on the road in ten.
Why me?
Why you what?
Why did Mason pick me?
Mr Mason's been like a father to me.
Trust me. Up and out. Shake it!
Oi! Where you going? Danny!
Hey!
Bastard.
Mr Murtagh.
About the job -
I've come about the job.
Sorry. Mr...?
Scoular, Danny Scoular.
The interviews were
yesterday, Mr Scoular.
I know I'm late, but I'm here now.
Just ask me some questions.
I need the job.
Do you have any
van driving experience?
You know, I've always
wanted to be a van driver.
What are your qualifications?
I was a miner, 13 years.
I see you have a criminal record,
Mr Scoular.
a political record.
Hardly a qualification
for driving a van.
What sort of qualifications
are you looking for?
I don't want to waste
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