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MUSIC: 'Too Young' by Nat King Cole

# They try to tell us we're too young

# Too young to really be in love

# They say that love's a word

# A word we've only heard

# But can't begin To know the meaning of

# We were not

# Too young at all. #

'Don't suppose you'd live in the East End

'if you could live anywhere else.'

'Eamonn says fighting's in his blood.'

'His granddad was king of the gypsies.'

'His dad fought the Booths.'

'He says Eamonn's a real prospect.'

THUNDER RUMBLES

On my fifth birthday,

my mum came home with a pink iced cake

and a new man in tow.

He had a son.

I thought they'd leave, like all the others.

But they didn't.

Eamonn's looked out for me ever since.

My mum loves red.

Stop-light lips and cherry-red heels.

SHE MOANS

She's the queen of the Commercial Road.

Get out the pair of youse! Go on, get out!

THEY LAUGH

It's not funny!

I can't even enjoy myself for five fucking minutes.

Where's the fucking money? Is it in here? Hey! Oy!

You fucked him, he paid you, where's my fucking cut?

Oy! Get off me, you big Irish ponce!

Just give over. You want the money, Madge?

I never knew my dad. He was just passing trade.

He could be anyone.

SHE LAUGHS

Cathy, don't be upset. Look.

'People think that Eamonn's my brother, but he's not.

'We weren't meant to fall in love, but we have.

'We keep it secret. Don't know why.'

I'm up next.

Are you looking forward to seeing me box?

Not even a little bit?

Come and give me a kiss for good luck.

No, not like that. Proper kiss.

You're supposed to be thinking about the fight.

SHE GIGGLES

What the hell are you doing in here?

Hey, you're not gonna wish your brother good luck?

Good luck.

BELL RINGS

I'm not her brother, am I?

Focus on the fight. Jab.

Jab. Fight.

CROWD BAY

Keep your hands up!

Go on!

Go on, Eamonn!

What odds are you offering for the Doherty boy? 2-1.

What, first time in the ring as a pro?

You'll have to do better than that, son.

Detective Inspector Bannister.

How lovely to see you this evening.

And you, Mr Dixon, and you.

Take his bastard eyes out.

Come on!

Yes!

Take him, come on!

MADGE: Yes! Yes!

For fuck's sake, ref, holding again!

That's a fucking low blow, ref.

Do your fucking job!

And a-fucking-gain, referee? Watch the fucking fight!

He's clipping the ref. Here y'are.

Yes!

THEY CHEER

CROWD GASP AND BOO

BELL RINGS

What are you? A wild animal?

Dad, what was I going to do, let him keep putting it to me low?

You box him like I taught you.

You know they'll withhold your money.

Well, that's what it's all about, innit?

Making your money out of me. No, Eamonn.

I want you to make something of your life.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Ah! Well, here he is.

Fighting out of Bethnal Green. Eh?

Mad as a scrap yard dog.

I mean, what the 'ell were you thinking about?

I lost a packet on you tonight, son.

I'm sorry, Mr Dixon.

Oh. Oh, he's sorry.

Well, that's rather touching, innit, eh?

Now, listen, you buy yourself a new robe,

something like that, eh?

Can't have a local boy looking like a gypo, can we?

He can't take that.

No?

Well, fair enough.

Right, good luck with his next fight.

Scum of the earth.

HE WHISTLES

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Mr Dixon.

Hello.

Ah, here y'are.

It's the stranger to the Queensbury rules.

How are you feeling today, son? A little bit better?

Very well, thank you, sir.

Erm, I was wondering, maybe... Daddy?

I've changed my mind. I will have that glass of champagne.

Here you are. Told you they'd fit. All right, darling. Joe,

Bottle of poo, nice and cold, six glasses.

What are you looking at? What?

What you gonna ask me?

I was wondering, maybe, if there was any chance

you might have a position for me.

In your firm.

Firm?

What firm's that, then?

I mean, what exactly would you bring to my firm?

What are you? Short-hand typist?

Or maybe you're a stenographer.

No, son.

I'm looking for people with a little bit more life experience.

So, why don't you come back in a couple of years' time,

when you're not quite so green behind the gills.

Off you trot.

RADIO PLAYS

What's that?

Where did you get it?

Hidden in the shed.

I get it out sometime. Strip it down, clean it.

Who's is it? My dad's, I guess.

Why would your dad have a gun? I dunno.

Maybe he's gonna top himself.

Eamonn, don't do that.

Or maybe he's gonna shoot Madge.

Eamonn, will you stop it?

Please. I don't like it.

Bang, bang. You're dead.

MUSIC: 'Blue Christmas' by Elvis Presley

Happy Christmas.

What is it? Open it.

I haven't got you anything. Doesn't matter.

You can have your initials engraved on them.

How did you afford these?

Christmas club. All bought and paid for.

I've been paying in all year.

Thank you.

I want you so much, Cathy.

I know.

Not yet.

This looks great, Cathy. Thank you.

Are you having one?

Thank you.

CHEERING

Mum, we're dishing up. Madge!

What's this? Don't recognise it?

No, I don't. It fell from your trousers.

It's not yours? SHE SCOFFS

Is that the best you can do?

Mum, don't do this. You, stay out of it.

Who is she? I don't know what you're talking about, Madge.

I recognise it. It's a fucking earring like a million others.

Who the fuck is she?

I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Madge.

Mum, please. In the fur coat.

I saw her at the boxing dressed up like a dog's dinner.

Mum, it's Christmas day.

I saw her watching you and I saw you looking at her.

Jesus Christ, Madge. You fuck a dozen men a week!

That's not the same.

That's not the same. It's work and you know it!

I took you in, I brought up your brat.

I feed you, I clothe you and this is the thanks I get!

You think it's easy being a kept man?!

Yes, I do. Fucking easy.

Easy to hold your head up in the street?

Easy to fuck every tart you meet! She's no fucking tart, Madge!

You...

You bastard! Stop it, please.

Why do you need someone else?

What's she got that I haven't? Ever take a look at yourself, Madge?

Take a look at yourself. Can you blame me?

Pack your things and get out.

I don't want you here. I want you out of my house now.

I'm not being second-best to anybody.

Out!

And you.

Why do you always ruin everything?

Stupid... stupid woman.

Don't go, Eamonn. Please.

Where will you go? It's Christmas Day.

I'm sorry, Cathy.

Come on.

DOOR SLAMS

ENGINE HUM, CARS HONK

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Well, well. What have we here?

You must be the daughter.

How old are you?

Fuck off.

Fucking hell, that's charming, that is.

I tell you what.

Your mum's a bit of a second-hand suit,

but I would pay a fortune to be your first.

In your dreams, you ugly pig.

Oi.

Be nice. Right fucking mouth on her, your little daughter.

You come back here and apologise to Ron.

Go shit in your hat.

PANTING

What's going on?

Quiet!

What you doing here?

Oh, my God!

No, no, it's not my blood. It's Harry's.

He's down the London hospital, Cath. What's happened?

They striped him. Cut him up bad.

Run!

Harry!

No! No! No!

No!

HE SCREAMS

HE WAILS

HE CRIES

HE SCREAMS

I shot him. What?

I shot James Carter.

You're joking.

Dear Christ, tell me you're joking.

No joke.

I'm bladdered now, Cath.

They'll hang you for this.

You want me to alibi you. That's why you're here, isn't it?

I didn't come here tonight to ask you to alibi for me, Cath.

I came here to...

I came here because you matter to me.

Cos you're the only person that I really care about.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Oi! You fucking bastard!

Returning to the scene of the crime, are you? Eh?

Where the fucking hell is it?! Where is it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know full well.

Where the fucking hell is it?!

That's the last time you're hitting me, Dad.

Next time you raise your hand, I'm fighting you back.

You took the boy's life.

Jesus Christ. Thank God your mother's not alive to see this.

I don't wanna hear you speak about her.

Fuck you!

Leave me alone, Dad.

Just leave me alone.

Get in.

What? Get in the fucking car.

Mr Dixon wants to see ya.

Get stripped off.

Do what?

And put this gear on. Mr Dixon wants to see you spar.

Now? Yes, now.

Who with? Rocky Marciano. Get fucking changed.

And the rest.

You ready, son? You little piece of fucking shit!

What? It was you, weren't it?

You pulled that fucking trigger!

No, I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about the violent and untimely death

of one James Carter out of West Ham.

He cut up Harry Clark. Oh. So it was you.

That was fucking easy, wasn't it?

What, you trying to impress me? Is that what this is about? Is it?

I'm sorry. Sorry?!

You can say that to Jimmy Carter's father, can't you?

Oh, what, you didn't know? He's out.

And he's outside,

sat in a car with his two brothers, James's uncles.

Go and get 'em, Jim. No, don't.

You can explain everything to them.

Mr Dixon, please, don't.

Mr Dixon, please, I fucking beg you.

Please, look, I'm on my fucking knees!

Oi! Oi! Fuck.

Don't grovel, son. I'm sorry. It's out of my hands.

Please, Mr Dixon, just listen to me.

Please, look, I'm on my knees.

They'll crucify me.

Please, Mr Dixon, just listen to me.

HE LAUGHS

Shut up, you silly little cunt!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Of course the fucking Carters aren't here.

Oh, fuck!

Get up, you silly little prick.

Oi, and put some fucking clothes on, as well.

Oh, fuck. Look at him. The big man, hard man.

Eh? On the floor, pissing hisself. I tell you what.

You're fucking lucky that Carter Senior is banged up.

Cos if he wasn't, he'd cut that big cock of yours off

and shove it down your fucking throat!

I mean, how many witnesses were there to this fucking murder?

Loads!

What are you gonna do when the Old Bill

come knocking at your door. Cos knocking they will come.

I don't know. You don't say nothing.

Have you disposed of the shooter?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Ooh, good lad, eh? Good lad.

Right, I might be able to sort something out,

smooth things over with the Old Bill. But...

if I do, you will be mightily indebted to me,

you know that, don't you?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, three fucking bags full, sir. Eh?

Now then...

..if you take the money this time,

then I own you lock, stock and fucking barrel.

You understand me, don't you? Yeah.

You pick it up and you're mine.

I might be able to use you.

Right, buy yourself some decent clothes,

smarten yourself up. Look the part.

And make sure you're on standby 24 hours if I need ya.

How will I know you need me, Mr Dixon?

HE CHUCKLES

Cath. It's me. Open the door.

Can I come in?

How do I look? Where did you get the money from?

Found work. What sort of work?

Well, I know what I want now, Cath. I'm on my way.

What sort of work?

Danny Dixon.

Found a place to stay. Rent's paid for in advance.

How do you think things have been for me?

I haven't seen you in weeks.

Mum's bringing blokes back all the time

now you and your dad have gone.

I keep on expecting to hear you've been arrested.

Or the police knocking at the door. Come and live with me.

I've done all this for you.

Come move in with me.

I love you, Cathy.

I'll make you happy, I promise.

Eamonn, not so fast.

Eamonn.

Stop it!

You're hurting me!

Wait, Eamonn.

Eamonn, no! No!

No!

SHE GASPS

SHE SOBS

EAMONN MOANS

SHE SOBS

Cathy, please, don't cry.

Here, I got you something. Look.

Open it.

I'll put it on for you.

Oh, Cathy, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Don't cry. Please, don't cry.

LAUGHTER

No, now... Don't go up there.

Put on a song.

Well, what do you want on? You choose.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Cathy!

Are you awake?

Cathy?

Here. Look at this.

Genuine Champagne Perry.

Whatever the fuck that is. Look.

What's that? I've had it for ages.

What's the matter?

I'm fine. I've got a tummy ache, that's all.

Go back to your punter.

You ain't done it with someone, have ya?

God, Mum.

Come here. Come here.

Listen.

I know I'm a shit mother, but I do love you.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

I love you, too.

Oh, fuck me. It's orphans in the storm.

Get your fat arse downstairs. I'm getting lonely.

Oh, piss off, Ron, can't you see the girl's upset?

What's up with her? Get him out of here, Mum.

Get him out of here?

Who the fucking hell do you think you're talking to?

Come on then, grumpy.

We'll have a nice drink and a laugh, OK?

SHE GIGGLES

You treat her like a China doll.

You should get her out on the game. She'd make a fortune.

Don't talk like that, Ron. She's 14 years old.

At the end of the day, she's still my kid.

Yeah, well, it's a pity you don't think like that

when you let her walk around here like a replica whore

with her big tits swinging under her sweater.

Cor, she's her mother's daughter, all right.

How dare you talk about my child like that.

You stupid fucking cunt.

Who do you think you are, knocking me about like that?

With your shiny suits and your one-inch cock.

What use are you to any woman?

You couldn't even turn on a set of fairy lights.

I'll break your fucking neck, though, woman.

You should learn to keep your fucking mouth shut!

SHE SCREAMS

DISTANT SHOUTING

No, please! Shut up!

Please.

Leave my mum alone! Get off!

Oh, fucking hell, let's have a look what you've got down here, shall we?

Fucking one-inch cock. No!

Ah! SHE SCREAMS

Jesus!

What did you do that for?

Cathy!

SHE SCREAMS

HE GURGLES

SHE SOBS

Jesus Christ, Madge.

What you done this time?

She did it, Mr Gates. My daughter stabbed him.

It's true, Mr Gates. Me and Ron were fighting,

and Cathy come downstairs and somehow he ended up dead.

You're a real bitch, you know that, Madge?

You bring scum like this into your home,

your home for your teenage girl here.

Come here.

Take the girl, put her in the motor.

We'll sort it out down the station.

So your daughter did it?

She did.

How was she holding the knife?

What do you mean?

You say you saw her stab the victim.

Yes.

Well, how did she do it?

Was it like this? Like this?

Show me.

It was like this, I think.

Thank you.

I didn't mean... Don't say anything.

I don't want you to say anything to anyone.

Not yet. Do you understand?

SHE SOBS It's all right. It's all right.

That's it.

Ron Carver was forcing himself on Cathy.

He was forcing her legs apart.

What would any mother do in the circumstances?

You had to act to help her. You had to stop him.

Of course you did. He was raping your child!

I didn't do it, Mr Gates.

I didn't kill him. She did.

And you're happy for people to think that Cathy killed Carver, are ya?

Given the kind of man he was?

What do you care what happens to her?

You got your eyes on her for yourself, have you?

You are going down, Madge.

I've made my mind up.

And if I want you away, then away you will go.

You fit me up and I'll scream blue fucking murder.

You can scream all you like. It'll make no odds.

Because your prints are all over the murder weapon, darling.

Not hers. Yours.

Got you some tea, Madge.

You charging the mother?

Not yet, no.

Yeah, she says her daughter did it.

Well, whores will say anything to cover their arses, won't they?

You should know. Sort it out and make it stick.

Shh.

Your mother is taking the blame for what happened.

You need to have bruises when the doctor sees you.

Evidence that Ron was assaulting you when she stabbed him. Ow.

Do you understand?

Is this the child? Yep.

Stand up.

I'm Mrs Barton from Social Services You're to come with me.

Can I see my mum before we go? No, you may not.

Can't I even say goodbye? Come along, child.

Cathy! Eamonn!

Come back this instant. This lady's taking me into care!

What? Leave that child alone. She is under my protection now.

Fuck that. Help! Help!

Please! It's all right, she's coming with me.

It's OK. I said... I said...

Eamonn!

She's going nowhere with you. She's under age. Eamonn!

Keep quiet!

Eamonn!

Get in the back. Get in the car.

Piss off out of it before I arrest you.

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