Walk Like a Panther Page #4

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- (RICKY CRYING)

- RICKY:
I'm not crying, am I? I'm not crying.

- WAYNE:
You look like you are.

ROCKY:
I don't cry. I've

never cried once in me life.

I've never cried. Never do it.

Not even at school.

MARK:
You know, I'm not

just some div, Mum.

They knew how much

I wanted that.

And they still didn't tag me.

I could've showed them

I know what I can do.

- I could have been buzzing with them.

- Yeah, you could.

But you're buzzing with me.

- (DOOR OPENS)

- (MARK GROANS)

Bloody hell.

Good boy.

Gloria.

GLORIA:
Is he okay? He

must be devastated.

Yeah, he's here

and he's fine.

- Oh, God, he needs me.

- Well, maybe not tonight, love.

In the words of Dina Carroll,

"If only for tonight."

And I won't be

a stranger, Margaret.

Not anymore.

- (GLORIA CLEARS HER THROAT)

- Ah, okay.

Well... if it isn't Chucky

and his mum.

That thing freaks me out.

GLORIA:
Don't you ever talk about

our son like that. Tell her, Tony.

Well, this is not

the time or place, ladies.

And, Gloria, we don't

even know if he's mine.

How can you say that?

Look at his princely mane.

It's the absolute spit of yours.

- Cherub yellow with a MacGyver twist.

- LARA:
You're right.

He has got beautiful hair, Gloria.

So soft.

Like fresh butter

wrapped in cashmere.

If Aphrodite had a sewing kit,

this would be her thread.

- (HAIR SNAPS)

- Oh, Tony, babe, are you okay?

How could you?

You could bald him.

It's Ginger's wake!

I know, and I'm here,

to guide you through that devastation.

Don't worry.

My shoulders, my everything,

are yours to cry on.

Not so good at taking

hints, are we, Giles?

Not so good at anything,

are we, Anderson?

Apart from failure, oh yeah,

and being a slut.

Uh, failure? A Song For

Europe, 1989 regional finals?

Little song by the name

of "Submit to My Love"?

- Remind you of anything?

- Aye. Nil points.

Hit Man and Her, featured dancer.

Bullseye, special prize model.

Watsons Biscuit,

poster girl.

And my choice of lovers

is definitely a success.

Isn't it?

- I said, "isn't it," Tony?

- GLORIA:
He doesn't love you.

You lured him,

and then you trapped him.

You're like

a penis fly trap.

- With your sex tractor beam.

- Meaning?

Meaning that's not an

attraction, it's an affliction.

You've got bigger labs

than NASA.

Gloria, love, I think maybe we should

take the little fella home, no?

Back off, Bolton!

This is between me,

him and our son.

There never was, or ever will be,

anything between you and Tony,

except a restraining order.

And that is not his son.

GLORIA:
Well, I'm gonna have him tested.

And then I'll have my proof.

What? Why... Why do you

wanna do that for, then?

GLORIA:
Because Tony

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