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(HEART BEATING)
BABY RUNT: Once upon a time,
before there was any blue,
I take a long, long nap in a brand new home.
This place,
it’s like
I make up my mind to stay in this lovely, warm pink goo.
With the thumpedy thump of the heart.
(HEART BEATING)
My only true pal.
I tell the noisy world outside to "fuck off with all your play actin’,
"for, Runt, she goin’ nowhere, for no one."
That was a time when silence was some sort of friend.
(BUBBLES)
But then my mam, heave and rip all inside.
And Runt, she wakes up, ’cause a baby can’t stay still forever.
(WOMAN GROANING IN DISTANCE)
A baby must be born.
So hold on, Mam, for the little baby, she’s comin’ out.
Push the baby, and push the head.
Ooh, the fuckin’ pain.
Mam cry like a babba herself, the silly cow.
Push now, push, you fat mammy, you!
(BABY CRYING)
And I arrive into this world of mine,
with the light so bright,
it wakes me awake with a little baby scream.
She’s a little beaut.
A diamond, Eileen?
BABY RUNT: And I remember seein’ my old dad,
so full of the happy he was.
The nursie hand me to my mam.
And she’s so tired, yeah.
Opened up to spit me out into this funny old world.
I smile at her ’cause that’s what babies do.
And for the one and only time, we three are a family.
Only a few moments old
and I start thinkin’ things then.
Starin’ at that white sky right above me.
And, I want for somethin’ altogether different.
And that’s when I hear him.
(CRYING)
And through the Noddy and Big Ears wall, I search after his cry.
The cry so lonely, it scares and makes me cry, too.
And all the sights that we could see,
they go invisible when we hear each others cries.
And that’s when the magic, it all begin.
It begin when the baby Pig and baby Runt,
stare through their baby eyes, you see.
And the cryin’ and screamin’, it stop.
From that moment, we become one,
and we need no one else.
Nobody.
Night so, sweet thing.
Cheerio, old pal.
Tomorrow so?
Sure, what else?
-Night, beautiful. -Night, night.
(AMUSING MUSIC PLAYING)
What’s the colour of love, Pig?
What sort of love, love?
I dunno.
But d’you know the way things, they got a colour?
I wonder what the colour of love is.
Jesus, Runt.
You could read a thousand thick books and never know the answer to that quiz.
It’d be a good one to know though, hey?
It’d be brilliant, Runt.
It’s here somewhere.
PIG: There you are, Runt.
That’s the big blue there.
All that water, huh?
Hey, it’ll all yours, pal.
Mine, Pig?
A birthday present, innit?
Seventeen in seventeen days on the seventeenth
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I wanna walk into the sea and never come back.
I want the tide to take me outta me,
and give me someone different.
Maybe for a half hour or so.
That’d be good wouldn’t it, Pig?
Say again?
Just for a try, you know?
Jesus, Runt, that’d be impossible. "A half hour," fuck.
D’you know, I’d like a huge spaceship rocket, la.
I’d take it up to the cosmos, shiny stars all twinkle twinkle
And I’d sit in my saucer
and I’d have a good look down on the big, big blue.
And there’ll be a button named, "Laser",
that’d blast all the shitty bits that you’d see.
And I’d fire that fireball,
and I’d fly back down to Crosshaven Beach,
knowin’ that all that’s left is my room, your room,
and a palace that shine out of the poo for the king and the queen.
’Cause that’s all that matters, Runt.
The rest is just weekday stuff, hun.
RUNT: The palace.
It’s a dream.
PIG: Pig know where the palace is.
FOXY: Sure, we’ll have a laugh.
-You know we will -GIRL: Oh, sure.
Darren.
Free drink, please?
What?
Free drink, pretty please?
Jesus, Darren, the boss would kill me, man.
I ask ya nice, nice man.
Hand fuckin’ over, Mr. Crabby Balls.
Mr. what?
(WHISPERS) Mr. Sick Dick.
Mr. Sick Dick and Mangy Cock man That’s the name, yeah?
What?
Now, listen, Darren, Sinead.
-FOXY: Jeez. -Fuck!
What are ya fuckin’ lookin’ at, four eyes?
Did your mam not teach ya any manners?
I think it’s broken.
Yeah, and me meant to be playin’ the old piano in the symphony and all.
Fuckin shame, man.
You what?
(CHUCKLES) Are you deaf or what?
Ah, yeah, good choice, Sinead.
Bloody rocket fuel, girl.
(SIGHS) What happens next, Foxy?
Ah, Jesus, Darren, money.
Look, the boss would slaughter me, boy.
For the vodka.
You dope.
Oh, right, cheers.
God bless.
(UPTEMPO ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)
BOTH: Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up...
RUNT: Enough.
PIG: Five.
Four.
Three.
Two. One.
You, dirty doggie.
Well, excuse me.
HEADMASTER: It’s simply not a healthy relationship.
I mean, you have to separate them, for their own good.
Now, expulsion would be the easy way out.
In fact, to be honest with you,
I’d like to go further and have the little feckers flogged.
This, is their reaction
to us not lettin’ them in the end of year photograph.
Their overreaction.
You don’t say.
What should we do so?
I think the floggin’ idea sounds good.
And this, is their career guidance forms
which we received back from ’em yesterday.
So you can see here that Darren wants to be a king and Sinead a queen.
RUNT: Most days, we wanna wish the mam and dad far away.
(BRING ME SUNSHINEPLAYING)
-(INAUDIBLE) -* Bring me sunshine *
* In your smile *
* Bring me laughter *
* All the while *
* In this world where we live *
* There should be more happiness *
* So much joy you can give *
* To each brand new Bright tomorrow *
* Make me happy *
-(AIR HISSING) -* Through the years *
* Never bring me *
CHILD RUNT: I remember thinkin’ all the good things we’ve already done.
And now only five years old,
and all the good things to come for the deadly duo
that was me,
- and him. -BOTH: (SNORTING)
So no word we speak,
as the world around yabbers out stuff that goes nowheres to no one.
And we promise to never change.
To stay like this forever.
(BELL TOLLING)
It’s a sad old town, hey, Runt?
But it’s our town, hey, pal?
RUNT: Hey, pal?
What d’ya think?
I make it myself.
(PLEASANT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
RUNT: Okay?
Beautiful.
RUNT: Yeah?
Beautiful face, yours.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, fuck off.
Honest.
Like some model you see off the telly.
Except so much better, Runt.
Better believe it, boy.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BELL RINGS)
(SNORTS)
"I have seen roses
Dama... Dama..."
"Damask’d."
"Damask’d red and white.
"But no such roses see...
"see, I in her teeth..."
(GIGGLING)
"...her cheeks
"And in some perfumes, is there more delight,
"than in some perfumes..."
"Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks."
Christ, Mark, get it together, will ya?
"And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
"As any she belied with false compare."
Sorry. Can I sit down now, please?
(ALL GIGGLING)
Excuse me.
Excuse me, Marky.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.
What’s all this about then, ape man?
Is this in the Olympics?
Not a porno flick now, is it?
I mean, a bit of respect for the people around.
You wanna knob the old doll?
You wanna flap the titsies in the boy face,
you do it shacked up in bed, okey-dokey?
(CHUCKLES) What?
"What?" "What?"
Do you wanna go then with your "what"?
What"? No, look, we’re really sorry, Darren.
"Sorry"?
Fuckin’ well wanna be.
We don’t want any trouble.
Same here, Mammy, same here.
Just tryin’ to get through the day, that’s all we’re ever doin’.
Just keep your paws off her crack, okay?
Okay, yeah.
Good.
Carry on then.
What?
Fuckin kiss her, you Nancy.
(MUTTERS) Okay.
(LAUGHS)
(PIG EXHALES LOUDLY)
Nice tank top.
Yeah?
Nah.
PIG: Let’s get the drink, yeah?
COUNSELLOR: There’s a special residential training centre
in Carndonagh in Donegal.
It’s called the Allen Centre, okay?
Er, it’s wonderful, really.
It might give Sinead a trade maybe.
Get her mixin’, d’you know what I mean?
I mean, we don’t want her to end up in some shabby remand centre.
She’s a bit too clever for that.
What about Darren, though?
To be honest,
we think he’s a lost cause.
Well, what do you think, Gerry?
Fuck it, I haven’t a clue, you know.
What, what can I tell you, we’re j...
we’re just knackered.
We’re done.
Let’s do it so.
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)
GIRL: What the fuck?
GIRL: I wanna sit down, all right?
You’re hurtin’ me!
Fuck off, would ya?
Listen to me, for fuck’s sake! Let go!
No, Pig.
She nothin’.
Leave the bitch be, huh?
Just pick the fucker so.
Five. Four.
Three.
Two. One.
Oh, Pig, he kissed me. You dirty doggie.
(GRUNTS)
PIG: She mine, lover boy.
She’s mine, She’s mine! Mine!
Me and her, King and Queen, you bad boy!
-Mine. -Pig, Pig!
Pig! Pig, come on, eh.
(PANTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
Please, Runt?
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, Runt?
Yeah.
You’re my life, Runt.
And you me.
Night so, sweet thing.
Cheerio, Pig.
Why I kiss the honey lips of Runt?
And now all I turn my eyes to is Runt I take and taste.
I close the eyes, yeah,
and see the inside of Runt’s legs.
The silk of the thighs
and the little heaven of panties that sit above.
That little furry tuff, yeah,
that with my paws, I cup and knead.
Mmm.
And Runt, she get all soft and moist,
and she gentle press into my hand,
which seem to call her in.
She come in,
and we on the floor
and lick the stiff tips a tits.
And all the time, she on my finger.
And the tongues,
they disco dance and we move the wet spit about the face.
I feel this the time,
Pig need to be a man.
I all caught up in the pants
and zip, zip.
Runt, she take me out all shiny hard.
And I open her real soft.
Open.
And she wet, and moan.
Little moan.
And I push and touch the way in.
And now Pig and Runt are the one.
And we move.
And all is soft and warm and wet.
And the two we lost in the sex.
We move slow and gentle, yeah.
And, Runt,
Runt give one more moan
and Pig, he pour into Runt.
We man and woman now.
We little babbas no more.
I kiss Runt’s eyes.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS)
RUNT’S DAD: Now, please don’t cause a scene, Sinead, all right?
RUNT: He’s my whole life him.
My one and only.
He the best
and the worst pal in this bad old world.
(SLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(RUNT BREATHING)
(PIG BREATHING)
(INCREASE IN TEMPO)
No, Darren!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LAUGHING AND TALKING)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(RUNT BREATHING)
(COMICAL MUSIC)
(ON TV) Oh, poor tiny Clanger, bouncing on the ceiling.
(CHILD LAUGHING AND TALKING)
(CUTLERY CLATTERS)
(CHILD SOBBING)
PIG: (IMITATING RUNT) I wanna walk into the sea and never come back.
I want the tide to take me outta me and give me someone different
That’d be good, wouldn’t it, Pig?
(AS HIMSELF) What do you mean?
(IMITATING RUNT) Just a try, ya know.
(CHUCKLES)
(AS HIMSELF) You fuck her?
D’you fuck her?
No? No?
You afraid.
You afraid she leave.
She all you got, fella.
You look in the mirror, you happy with what look back?
No?
You feel crap!
Nothin’. A no one. A fuckin’ zero.
You’re no’ happy in red tank tops
and no fuckidy fucks,
and you’re cryin’ like a...
and you’re cryin’ like a babba in the mirror.
No, no.
You’re no’ happy with that?
No! You’re no’ happy with that, Marky boy!
No. No, you’re no’ happy with that, Marky!
PIG: I’ll wait here for you, Runt.
You’re my pal, aren’t you?
You’re the only thing in this world, that be any good to the Pig.
I think I know.
I think I know where there be a palace, Runt.
(DOOR OPENS)
Ask me where she is.
(SOFTLY) Where?
If you go, I can’t have you back, Darren.
(WHISPERS) Where?
(LOUDLY) Where is she, Mam?
PIG: Stay, Runt!
RUNT: I wanna walk into the sea and never come back.
That’d be good, wouldn’t it, Pig?
PIG: We the army of two, pal. No fucker’s breakin’ that.
-RUNT: Promise? -PIG: (SOBBING) Please, Runt?
Please, Runt?
(GASPS)
(OPERA SONG PLAYING)
So, what’ll I call you?
Your name?
This is not a happy face I have.
I can understand why you’ve both done this.
It has to do with both of you being thick.
Very little respect for property.
None at all in fact.
I can understand that.
What I do not understand is that you, Margaret,
must appreciate what I’m like
when I’m placed in a situation like this.
How angry I can get.
(SIGHS)
It’s unforgivable what you’ve done.
Not just to the room but, obviously, that too.
But to me.
I’m very big on respect, Sinead.
This is not a happy face then.
What sort of face is it?
An ugly face, Miss.
No, Margaret, it is an angry face.
(RUNT URINATING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(HORN BLARING) -Get off the road, you fuckin’ eejit!
WOMAN OVER PA: The bus to Donegal will leave at 15:25 from gate number nine.
Okay.
(CHILD LAUGHING)
CHILD: Boo.
Boo.
Mummy.
Next please.
Where to?
Donegal.
Where in Donegal?
Donegal Town, is it?
Single or return?
Jesus, in your own time.
(CLEARS THROAT) Single, is it?
How many?
You’re not Spanish, are you?
How many? One or two, Gringo?
One.
The pubescent Irish boy, Sinead.
Pasty white skin. Yellow teeth.
The eternal smell of smeg.
Unable to swim, completely addicted to sports.
And an almighty fuck wit when it comes to matters of foreplay.
About as tasty as a poached mothball.
That about sums them up.
How’s it goin’ there, Miss Chatterbox?
This is the life.
Do you like flowers?
This is for you.
Friendship thing.
It’s a Bluebell.
Deadly name, isn’t it?
Bluebell.
And that’s the big blue up there.
Now that,
that is what I call tasty.
PIG: Once upon a time, you see, this grumpy old dad, right?
He always full of the drink.
Always hatin’ this little boy and girl who were the best of friends.
He always grabbin’, yeah.
Grabbin’ like the great, big monkey that he was.
Those big shitty hands and once again the fat cunt,
he take the hanger to the little girl’s back.
All he want is a nice little babba girl, he say
(RUNT CRYING)
PIG: "Well, fuck him," the boy think.
The little boy thinks of a plan
to see the wicked daddy put straight.
Because the little boy and girl know that one day
they’ll be the king and queen of everythin’.
And they teach him all right.
And they imagine the pain he feel,
as he tiptoe through his dead birdies,
his one and onlys,
feelin’ that sick, old pain in his fat old belly.
And so the next time she feels those rough hands,
she finds them real weak.
And there he goes,
grabbin’ and shovin’ like he always did, the old fuck.
RUNT: (SCREAMING) No!
No!
PIG: So much drink he had on him,
he made a real bad mistake.
And how would we know
that a big adventure would kick off that very night for our hero that is Runt.
RUNT’S MAM: Sinead!
Sinead!
PIG: And the estate, they go crazy lookin’ for the lost girl.
The police were thinkin’ that she was robbed by some sick pervert or somethin’.
She suddenly world famous in the Kingdom of Pork.
The boy, just stay still and rest.
Lost in the calm of the inside of his little head.
(INAUDIBLE)
(PIG SCREAMING)
The boy, he stay for ages, yeah.
Ages and ages just waitin’ for the Runt.
And as he waits,
he starts to imagine the story of Runt’s adventure.
And it plays in his little head.
At first the man in the car think it was magic.
Or maybe an angel or some E.T. or somethin’.
(GIGGLING)
The poor man, he ask so many questions,
but the girl stays silent, of course.
He a salesman he say,
but the girl and the boy know who he is.
They know lots more about this man.
And the two go all over the world it seem.
Him drivin’ like a madman.
A big road of water she sees that leads to no one knows where.
But her always wishin’ for the little boy to be by her side.
Until their heartbeats were one.
All the others think that she must be dead
and that the poor little boy is all dead inside
with his true life now disappeared.
But he just wait and stand and wait and wait.
And that’s when he knows that the outside world
they understand nothin’ at all.
’Cause Pig and Runt,
they both know the salesman, he must come back.
And the salesman, he in love.
And love,
it brings him back each week on Friday at ten-o-six.
-Hey. -Hey.
That’s the story.
It’s good, innit?
They sound great, all right.
That’s me, ya know.
You’re a king then?
Gonna find her.
Make her mine, and me hers.
It’s the way it’s meant to be, innit?
Aye.
Sounds that way.
That’s how it’s meant.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WOMAN LAUGHING)
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
Don’t mind if I do.
(GRUNTING)
(MUSIC INCREASES IN TEMPO)
It’s good?
Sorry.
It’s not really your fault.
It looks better now than it did a half hour ago.
Well, that’s reassurin’.
In an hour’s time, I should resemble my fuckin’ mother.
Two hours, I’ll be the picture of our pet dog, Roger.
So you can talk?
Yeah.
That’s nice.
So are ya dancin’?
Does the squirrel fart nuts?
I haven’t met one yet that doesn’t.
Let’s make up to ship out then, yeah?
-What? -Let’s have you then, Roger.
You bitch.
You’re the bitch, poodle-head.
(GROWLS)
(DOG BARKING)
He’s close.
(GRUNTING)
(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey.
Happy birthday, Runt.
Happy birthday, Pig.
Came all the way by myself.
It’s like a big rescue, innit, Runt?
Is this the palace?
No.
Then let’s fuck off so.
Runt, let’s kill the town. Are you on?
Happy birthday for today then, Sinead.
For today.
Okay.
PIG: Hey, now, eh?
(CHEERING)
And the two speed on and on, we do.
Happy birthday, happy birthday.
It’s all so clear now, Runt.
Where before we stay quiet and everythin’,
it has to be a difference now.
You have to think how special us two be.
You have to remember that, Runt.
I remember everythin’, from babbas till now.
Every single fuckin’ thing!
And people, they need tellin’ and showin’ for the spaz they really are!
That way us get strong.
That way us find a palace, sweetheart!
No more spa children who they point and gawk at.
Strong we are.
We rejoin, we marry and start brand new.
And this first day and, Pig, he has it all planned.
It’s all planned, love.
Pig and Runt, the King and Queen!
Where are we goin’, Pig?
This place.
Darren, Sinead.
It’s our birthday today, Foxy.
Yeah? Well, happy birthday.
Seventeen, me and her.
It’s a special birthday, innit?
Yeah, if you say so, Darren.
Free drink, please.
Jesus, Darren. I can’t. I’ll get sacked, man.
Free drink, pretty please?
FOXY: Jesus.
Darren, just, just relax, will you?
It’s okay.
PIG: Hand fuckin’ over, Mr. Crabby Balls.
Darren, careful, don’t.
(LIQUID POURING)
Do you want a bag for that there, Darren?
What?
"What"?
What happens next, Foxy?
I don’t know, Darren.
What happens next?
(FOXY PANTING)
Ah, fuck.
What happens next?
Enough, hey?
What happens next, Runt?
Let’s keep goin’, pal.
(PEOPLE SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
PIG: Pork IRA, pal.
What an ugly bunch of old weirdos.
The fellas look like monkeys in need of a good shave.
Hey, news o’ the week is let them blow each other up.
True.
Happy birthday, Pig.
You’re my one sweet thing, Runt.
Well, better be, better be.
You’re, you’re the most beautiful gift in the whole world for me, Runt.
All right, Pig
* ...’Neath The Shroud Of the Foggy Dew *
* Ah, back through the glen I rode again *
* And my heart with grief Was sore *
Hey.
Nice top.
Very funny.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
I thought you were taken away?
Back for my birthday, amn’t I?
Seventeen. Me and him.
(MEN START SINGING AGAIN)
All right.
Two free pints then, for the birthday girl.
You’re lookin’ great, y’know?
* Armoured cars And tanks and guns *
* Came to take away our sons *
* But every man Will stand behind *
* The men behind the wire *
What’s this?
Gotta to shake the hand of God, pal.
What?
Toilet.
Hurry back so.
* And every man will stand Behind the men behind the wire *
(INDISTINCT YELL)
(ALL CHEERING)
Great voice. Great voice. Thank you.
All right, comin’ at ya, a special request.
A birthday presentation from the main man himself.
Put your hands together for Darren Cotter.
All right, love.
And finally, ladies and gents,
I’d like to thank my best love in the whole wide world
without who none of me would be possible.
Okay.
(YOU REALLY GOT MEPLAYING)
MAN: ...not supposed to be singin’ that kind of song.
* Girl, you really Got me goin’ *
Fair dues, boy!
* You got me so I don’t know What I’m doin’ *
* Yeah, you really got me now *
* You got me so I can’t sleep at night *
* Yeah, you really got me now *
* You got me so I don’t know What I’m doin’ now *
* Oh, yeah *
* You really got me now *
* You got me So I can’t sleep at night *
* You really got me *
* She don’t ever set me free *
See, you, I’ll take your head and bounce it off the fuckin’ wall
if you don’t get him fuckin’ down, ya cocky little cunt.
All right so?
Too late.
Look, toddle along now, Mammy, okey-dokey?
(CLAMOURING)
* You got me So I can’t sleep at night *
* You really got me *
* You really got me...
Fuck ya!
* Yeah, you really got me now *
* You got me so I don’t know What I’m doin’ now *
* Oh, yeah *
* You really got me now *
* You got me So I can’t sleep at night *
* You really got me *
- * You really got me * -(GLASS SHATTERS)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(FEEDBACK)
MAN: (SHOUTS) Get out!
Who the fuck did...
Who the fuck did this?
I burn the fucker who did this.
Let’s leave, pal.
Not leave, Runt.
You and me, babes.
Pig and Runt, pal.
Leave. Look, no fight. No more, Pig.
(DROPS MIC)
We bond, remembers?
Back when we little babbas.
Pig and Runt, the King and the Queen.
(SNORTS)
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)
Leave! Leave!
(SNORTS)
Let’s leave, please.
Fuck it, girl, are you okay?
Ah, Jesus, Sinead, this place is too rough for ya.
I’ll take you upstairs, all right?
What?
You’ll be safe there, girl.
You can rest, yeah?
No.
No rest.
Not yet, Marky.
Runt?
(RUNT SOBBING)
Calm, Runt.
Calm, little baby skin.
Jesus, Pig.
What’s goin’ on, pal?
Pig, he make things right.
He a smart boy.
Calm.
(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Just let’s go home, hey?
Home?
No, Runt.
First this.
Good fuck.
Is it the palace?
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
-Pint, pal? -A G and T, yeah, yeah.
Has to be, has to be. Joanna Lumley?
And a packet of scampi fries, Pig.
Three packs, Runt.
If you wanna suck on those poxy little fishy things,
your wish is my demand.
Oh, my hero.
I fuck off so.
Pig?
(INAUDIBLE)
Remarkable, innit?
That decor.
Imagine this your gaff, Runt.
I mean, it’s beautiful, innit, Runt?
Yeah, but it’s also friendly and easy, Pig.
Yeah, suppose.
Hey, seventeen of the years of just you and me, eh, pal?
But see me dancin’ here with a big group o’ girls.
All dancin’ as one. All havin’ a laugh, hey?
Happy birthday, Runt.
Look at that beautiful pair in the mirror there.
Who they, hey?
Us, of course.
Just like they’re Mr. and Mrs., hey, Runt?
Yeah.
Exact same.
Happy birthday, Runt.
Till next year, love.
By then this palace will be all ours, I’d say.
(PANTING)
(PUNCHES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey.
You all right now? Feelin’ better?
Good place this, innit?
It’s like a dream, Marky.
Are you okay?
Nice skirt.
Thank you.
I made it myself.
But, it’s actually a dress.
Oh, all right.
Well, close enough, huh?
Would you like to dance?
With, with me?
Where you goin’?
That might be nice.
Just for a try, you know.
(WATER RUNNING)
Come on, pal.
She all you got, yeah?
Calm it down.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Calm it down, brother.
(INAUDIBLE)
(YOUR FACEPLAYING)
* I was thinking about your face *
-* Rolling up the river * -(INAUDIBLE)
* And I was worried What you thought *
* And I’m sorry If I can’t remember *
* But there’s no time for crying *
* Only time for trying now *
* I remember your name *
* And I was lying down beside *
* The river where we met *
* But now your face Is hiding something *
* Something, it’s burning *
* And I’m gonna wait for you *
* I’ve got to send This tape to you *
* And I’m gonna wait for you *
* ’Cause I know Something about you *
* Something about The things you do *
* Something about your face *
Good fun, hey, wild one?
Dead, hun.
Like a big action flick, innit?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Runt!
Wait!
Runt!
(BOTH PANTING)
Crosshaven Beach.
I know.
I know there has to be a stop, Runt.
You’re the only thing in my life, Runt.
I know, Pig.
PIG: There has to be an end, hey?
My endin’ though, sweetheart.
RUNT: And then what?
PIG: Then go, Runt.
RUNT: It’s blue.
Blue’s the colour of love.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
RUNT: And so, it’s all over then.
Pig and Runt, they leave.
And Runt all alone it seems.
It’s like, I really do want for somethin’ else, yeah?
That silence again.
And so I know, that he, too, is silent and safe.
And Runt alone.
She calm.
And you know, the sun,
it really is a big beautiful shinin’ thing.
But where to, hey, pal?
Where to?
(FLAME TURNS BLUEPLAYING)
* I went looking for someone I left behind *
* Yeah, but no one Just a stranger did I find... *