Spider Page #3

...heating my pipes...

I'll do you... ooh...

- Aw...Do You like that?

- Ya

what's this?

Ooh, plumber! Ooh!

Hurry up, Bill. Bloody freezing.

I'm stopping here for a bit.

Suit yourself.

I'm goin back up the 'Dog'.

I went down to Salisbury for a drink.

Can't a man go for a drink

after his work?

I won't live like this...

Wasn't meant to live like this.

Ya, but it's not my fault.

- Oh yes It is.

- No, it bloody isn't.

It's all right, spider.

Your father and me we're just...

Havin' a talk.

You woke me up.

That's all right now.

We're all coming up to bed now.

C'mon, me big Spider.

Let's go on up.

Look what I bought.

Think your dad will like it?

Spider?

Seems...Seems right.

I'm strugggling...There isn't one to fit in...

You will pick it all up, Mr. Clegg.

Every single piece!

Ya, hello?

Gas works got you have they?

I'm not surprised.

Nasty stuff... gas.

I knew a man once,

put his head in a gas oven,

turned on the gas,

then... he changed his mind.

His head was stuck.

Smell...Smell gas.

Yeah, I smell...

Gas...

Gas...

Gas I smell...it's gas in here.

I only said it would be nice to

stay in for a change.

Just the two of us.

- Wouldn't it, aye, Billy.

- No it bloody wouldn't.

I'm sick of this house.

Bill!

Aw, Spider...

- Large scotch.please

- Coming up

So... plumber...

Feeling better tonight...

know what I mean?

Why don't you er,...

Why don't you come down to the allotments?

Down the allotments? When?

Well, I'm heading off now?

Why don't you come down in a bit.

All right, plumber.

Don't mind if I do.

I'm going out, Spider.

I'm going to meet your father.

Sh*t.. Oh!!

(Yvonne giggles outside)

Aaw! - you alright then?

- Ooh my nerves!

Oh, you tipped over bad right there.

- You alright?

- Will be in a minute.

This way.

You're going to take me

right in there are you?

I'm goin' to take you right in there, oh ya

I have something to show you alright.

- Oh ain't it lovely.

- Home sweet Home

Two large scotch.

and a...pint of bitter.

Three gin, 7 bags of crisps

and 20 embassy please.

- what can I Get You dear?

- Oh no... I'm looking for my husband.

Oy! She's looking for her husband!

- Who's your husband dear?

- Bill?

Bill who?

Bill Clegg.

- Bill Clegg...

- Bill! You're wanted!

Is he here?

Not if he's got any sense he ain't.

Bill Clegg... I don't know him.

- Regular is he?

- No ra...

...Well, at least I don't think so.

Sorry dear.

Can I get you something?

No. Thank you.

'No sympathy...spite of him'.

That'll be our day, plumber?

(Drunkenly)

That'll be our day, plumber.

Who would chase me is romantic.

- Romantic.

Ooh! My old fancy.

- Steady.

Uh-uh!

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