Letters from the Big Man Page #4

time here, Mr Scoular.

We've had a lot of applicants.

With qualifications?

We have applicants

with impressive credentials.

Hey!

What about that for credentials?

My arse flat enough

for the seat in the van?

I think the interview's

over, Mr Scoular.

Aye.

Hi, Danny! Hey, ladies.

Danny, here's some steak to keep

your strength up and something

for Billy, the dog.

Thanks, Alec.

Danny, vitamin C, multivitamins,

iron, ginseng!

That'll make you run like the wind!

Thanks!

Frankie!

So how's it going, then?

Give us a news bulletin.

Nae bother, son. Floats like

a butterfly, stings like a bee.

We're just prising up the edge of

the envelope here. No pain, no gain.

HORN HONKS:

Hi, Eddie.

Nice of you to show up.

Your man's looking

brilliant, 100% on target.

All right, Danny?

Last time I saw one of those,

Hitler was in it.

Where's the Big Man today?

Mr Mason sent you this.

I'm in the dark, Eddie.

Ah, it's the best way.

The man I'm to fight?

Cutty Dawson. Is that his name?

Did you not know that?

Who does Cutty Dawson fight for?

Don't ask me about Cutty Dawson.

Be a pal. Just don't ask. Come on!

Come on! All right. Hey, hey!

Ever get the feeling you're being

played for a shithead, Eddie?

Perhaps Mason better find

himself another monkey.

Ask Frankie.

He's got a big gob on him.

Ask him about a man called Colvin.

Cam Colvin!

So he's looking good?

Aye, he's looking good.

Well, I'm glad he's looking good.

You think The Big Man's

all he's cracked up to be, eh?

He battered Billy.

Could have been a lucky punch.

Oh, thank you.

Frankie was thinking of getting

some of the Thornbank boys

to come up to the fight.

Forget it. Home team.

Frankie was saying

that psychologically speaking,

he needs motivation.

He needs a reason to fight.

Did you give him the money?

Aye, I did.

A man of principle. I see.

Mr Stalker. Uh-huh.

Mr Colvin.

Mr Mason.

Stalker, you should be in Spain.

Just leave it open.

Come on, Billy.

OK, Eddie?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Eddie, how's it going?

Come on. Get in.

Move over, Billy boy.

Come on!

DRUMS START UP:

BAGPIPES START UP

CHEERING:

Danny, you take care,

and remember - you're not just

going up there for yourself.

The whole village is behind you,

so don't let us down, son.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Go on.

All the best, Danny.

Gaun yersel, Danny!

These are your people,

Danny, hearts of gold.

Get away with you - "land of

the living dead", is that not

what you called them?

Good luck to you, Danny!

Huh?

DOG BARKING:

INSECTS CHIRP:

KNOCKING:

HORN HONKING:

DOOR CLANGS:

Is this your man? What do you think?

I'll soon tell you.

Come on. Jab. Push it. Go on.

Give it your best. Come on. Jab.

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