The Turning Page #5

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For you, at least.

Not having much luck, are we?

Come on.

You'll like this.

I swear.

Chuck your bucket down.

Lie down.

OK.

- Can you see up through there?

- Yep.

Alright.

Perfect.

Now just... just wait.

It's coming.

It's coming. Here it comes.

Come here.

Please.

You're a mess.

You owe me a cuppa.

All daylong I've had to listen

to stories about you

and all your virtues.

There's a bottle of red open

if you want to...

Jesus, Peter. You don't know

much about all this, do you?

No.

Just coffee.

Sure. Coffee.

Sorry, I just... I had to come.

There's really no-one else?

No. No. Dad drove me here.

So f***ing sad.

They think I'll score otherwise.

Will you?

I'm here, aren't I?

What do you want from me, Fay?

Is a bit of adoration

too much to ask?

I just need the edge taken off.

I mean... this f***ing town.

What was I thinking?

Why'd you come back?

I want my kid.

What's your excuse?

I came here for comfort

and you're uncomfortable.

You used to treat me

like a trophy.

I was your prize.

Please.

I'm aching.

Fay...

Don't do that.

Don't look down at me.

I can't drink or drive.

I'm living with my parents.

A mercy f***

isn't going to kill you.

I can't give you anything, Fay.

You used to beg me {or it.

Jesus. This is so humiliating.

You were never really my friend.

Fay, don't do this.

Every shitty thing I ever did

got back to them.

Except for the one thing

that would make them realise

what their f***ing tin god

is really like.

We were kids.

Your mum paid for it.

Then she paid me.

Jesus.

And then nothing.

What kind of a man...

What kind of a kid...

Dad'?

Ricky.

Ricky. Bed.

I've got to wee.

Come on, mate. Into bed.

I guess that's a no, then.

Hey, Mum.

Mum.

How long is this gonna take?

Two hours.

You alright?

This is bullshit.

What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like?

- No, you're f***ing not.

- Hey, language!

Mum, she sacked you.

Yeah, well,

I have plenty of other clients.

Mum, you've got to stop.

This is demeaning.

Oh, and to whom is it demeaning,

Victor? Hmm? You'?

Well, I'm not helping.

Did she call the police?

Well, if she had,

we'd know about it.

'Cause she can't claim insurance

if she doesn't report it.

This doesn't make any sense.

Does she think I stole them?

Oh, no. You haven't

helped out here in months.

Well, we have to do something.

You want to do something?

Take these to the laundry.

No.

OK, Mr High-and-Mighty

Law Student,

what do you suggest I do, then?

Well, let's just

take the money and go.

And confirm I'm a thief?

Well, let's just leave, then.

No. Not cleaning would

look like an admission of guilt.

So report it yourself, then.

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