Red Road Page #4

With that wee tight arse on you.

Don't go away.

You haven't got the guts.

Calm down, you c*nt.

Don't you f***ing hit me.

F***ing calm down.

F***ing relax.

You all right?

That tart there's your girl?

F***ing walk away.

F***ing come here.

What the f***...? Stevie!

Are you all right?

F*** off, you cow.

No, you f*** off.

Get off me.

Leave me.

F***ing leave me. Leave me.

Stevie, enough.

He had it coming.

Your problems seem to follow me

f***ing everywhere.

What the f***

was that all about, man?

It was his dad.

What?

It was his dad.

Was that your old man?

Was it?

Come here. Come here.

Take it easy, mate.

You're all right.

Can we go home?

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Just go up the road.

Are you all right?

You all right?

Want another drink?

No, I should go.

Come on,

don't be put off by all that sh*t.

Do you want a fag?

Here, take a fag.

Here.

Do you want to go for another beer?

I'm buying.

Did I ever mention to you that when

I was young I wanted to be a fireman?

I never told you that, did I?

Come here.

Put me down.

No. Let me down!

Come on.

- Let me down!

- I'll take you up the road. Come on.

Don't go anywhere.

April...

- Yeah?

- Sorry about the fight.

It's all right.

Don't fuss, honest.

Did you have a good night?

Yeah.

It was nice to go out.

- You're not just saying that?

- No.

I wish we had money all the time.

April...

Yeah?

Do you like me?

Yeah.

You're sweet.

Night, then.

- You not having a drink with us?

- No.

I'm gonna have a wash

and get to bed.

Let's go through here.

Let's leave sleeping beauty there.

I'll get the drink.

That's my kid.

Bronwyn.

She's 13 now.

She doesn't look like you.

Well, not the hair,

but the nose, don't you think?

No, I don't see it.

I don't suppose she'll mind.

Do you not get on?

No idea.

We don't know each other.

Her mother told her I was dead.

I went to her school last week.

She didn't know me.

I'm working on it.

It's f***ing hard,

this going straight,

in lots of ways.

Is that what you're doing?

Going straight, whatever you call it.

I'm trying.

That feels good.

One of life's small pleasures,

taking your boots off.

Come here.

Give me your feet.

That must feel nice.

I don't know how you walk about

in those things.

Sorry.

My hands are rough from carving.

What's it gonna be?

I don't know yet.

We'll see.

Every piece of wood is different.

You're supposed to...

You're supposed to let it be

whatever it wants.

Listen.

Do you hear that?

Foxes.

There's loads round here.

That noise is so weird.

What about this?

You've got very nice breasts.

You're a sexy f***ing b*tch.

Do you want to f*** me?

From the moment I saw you.

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