The Full Monty Page #3

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- Gary! Don't!

- Is he in?

Is he in?!

Nathe!

He can't hear you through your...

triple bloody glazing.

He can hear all right.

This... This is all wrong, this is.

It's all to f***ing cock. I'm his dad, and you...

You're nobody.

Good night, Gary.

Night, Nathe!

See you, kid!

No. Not doing it.

- I'm not stripping.

- They're taking him away.

All I need is 700 quid

and they've got not on me.

- Gaz, no.

- Dave, he's me kid!

I suppose there's nicking cars.

- No!

- Well, then?

Look, I'll help, all right? I'm running, aren't l?

But I'm taking not off. Final.

Come on, Dave. Don't stop now.

- Keep up, you fat bastard!

- Gazza, you tosser!

(Dave) Do you need a hand?

Yeah, it's your HT leads, I reckon.

Give it a go at that.

(engine starts)

Didn't you work at Harrisons

afore it shut down?

Ah! I thought I clocked you!

I were ont" floor with Gaz. Him up the road.

How's it going, then?

You got any work?

No, there's not a lot about, is there?

Well, like I say,

get some new ones when you can.

No, no, my chuffing pleasure(!)

Dave?

(coughing)

- Are you all right, kid?

- You bastard!

'ey! 'ey!

You could shoot yoursen.

(Gaz) Where's he gonna find

a gun from round "ere?

You wanna find yourself

a big bridge, you do.

Yeah. Like one of them bungee jumps,

only without the bungee bit.

I can't stand heights, me.

Drowning. Now there's a way to go.

I can't swim.

You don't have to f***ing swim, you divvy.

That's the point.

You're not very keen, are you?

Sorry.

I know.

Stand in the middle oft" road and get

a mate to drive smack into you right fast.

Haven't got any mates.

We just saved your f***ing life,

so don't tell us we're not your mates!

- Yeah?

- (Dave) Yeah, me an" all.

I'd run you down soon as look at you.

Oh, cheers.

Ta.

Thanks a lot.

(front door)

(panting)

- What are you doing, Mum?

- Where have you been?

Driving.

- Driving where?

- Just driving.

(Mum) I thought you'd gone.

Security guard in 'ere?

No wonder he wants to kill himself.

Well, at least one bloke got a job

out of this place being shut down.

What did you tell him for, any road?

The kid's a nutter.

He's a bugle player.

Could come in right handy.

Might need a bit of music.

He's got a car. Somewhere to practise.

Besides, it's good whatsitsname

for the lad... Therapy.

Oh, aye! Jiggling about in the buff. Therapy!

I tell you, he won't be the only one trying

to top himself if you carry on wi' this caper.

- Dad, I'm hungry.

- (carhorn)

'ey up!

'ey! Lomper!

- Where's me rice?

- Try the cylinder head... tubby.

I don't like Chinese.

Course you do... Don't you?

- Let's see his records.

- What have we got, Dave?

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