Drowning Not Waving Moving On

Didn't you used to have a set of these?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, I thought so.

-Have you been burgled?

-Oh, don't start, Mum.

Looks like ten people live here.

I am busy, you know.

Busy? You don't know the meaning of the word.

Two jobs and three kids, four with your father. That's busy.

-I've got important things to worry about.

-Like what to watch on telly?

How long have these dishes been in the sink?

KNOCK ON DOOR

It's OK, I'll get it.

-Helen Morgan? Theobald And King Finance.

-I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

-Your utilities account is overdue.

-< Who is it, love?

-We have tried contacting you before.

-< Where's your cleaning stuff?

Just give us a minute, Mum.

-It's not a good time right now.

-The arrears are still outstanding.

-Without immediate settlement, the utility could be withdrawn with immediate effect.

-What?

They'll cut you off.

# Moving on

# Moving on. #

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

KNOCKS AGAIN

LETTERBOX SHUTS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Three bedrooms?

What kind of cat are they swinging? A manx?

I think they've done quite a good job.

Yeah, well, so would I, if I knew I was making a few grand commission for doing next to nothing.

It's worth much more than that.

It's a bad time to sell.

I'm not sure there'll ever be a good time.

-I've already had someone round.

-You'll be stepping off the ladder.

-So what?

It's not like it's difficult getting back on it.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

I just need a change, that's all.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ellie?

John Mulligan! I don't believe it. How long's it been?

Ten years?

-Try twenty.

-No way!

You look so, erm...

Normal.

Different. You look different.

Come in.

-So, what are you doing with yourself these days?

-Property. Buy to let, mainly.

-Really?

-You thought I'd be in prison by now, didn't you?

Don't worry, it's fine. I was a bit of a scally at school, wasn't I?

A good kisser, though.

-You probably don't remember anyway.

-Are you kidding? Getting off with the head girl?

Best thing I ever did at that place.

'So that's about it, really.'

Any questions?

Yeah. What are you doing tomorrow?

For a second viewing?

-So you're interested, then?

-Oh, yeah.

I'm definitely interested.

-Thanks.

-Why don't you just tell her the truth?

Oh, yeah, can you imagine?!

"Mum, you've already lent me ten grand but I could do with another twenty if you've got it."

-I'd offer...

-I wasn't asking.

-James has...

-I said I wasn't asking!

I can't believe you've let things get this bad anyway.

-You're usually sensible.

-I haven't done this on purpose!

-You try living on my wage.

-It's all about budgeting.

-You wouldn't last five minutes in my shoes, Maria, and you know it.

-You need a rich man.

Worked for me.

But a Bill Gates, not a Bill Sikes!

Paperwork's all there. Average bills, council tax.

So, any more interest?

-What?

-In the house?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, it's been like Piccadilly Circus in here.

-Any offers?

Well, no, not yet but, you know.

-Forget the tea. I'm not stopping.

-I thought you were here to...

I thought we'd talk over dinner.

My treat. Unless you're doing something else.

-Perfect.

-Now?

Well, I'm starving. And it's not like you need to change. You look great.

OK.

You won't be needing those.

Thank you.

-Say when.

-Thanks.

So this business of yours. How did you get started?

A mate of mine was doing it, making a wedge buying and selling houses.

Thought I'd give it a go myself.

-Hidden talents.

-No, not really, it's just about being canny, knowing what to go for and when.

-It beats bumming about the estate with the druggies.

-John Mulligan, property tycoon.

And not a qualification to my name, buying dinner for Miss Smarty Pants.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

I'm not clever. I work in a bank.

Top of the maths class.

Top of everything. And moving on...to pastures new?

Itchy feet.

There's four houses for sale on your road, all for about thirty grand less than they're actually worth.

Sign of the times, I suppose.

You've dropped the price of yours three times in the last month.

Losing a fortune on what you paid for it five years ago.

It's great for buyers like me, not so great for Smarty Pants.

And all the lucky buyer has to do is sit tight, wait for the market to pick up,

and make a killing without lifting a finger.

-You've done your homework.

-First time for everything.

So, how much are we talking about?

What?

Well, smart girl, head screwed on, selling a cracking house like that at the worst possible time.

-So?

-So...you've either got neighbours from hell,

or you owe someone a lot of money.

Or maybe I just like living dangerously.

So Helen Morgan's in debt.

Isn't everyone?

The Joe Jobbers and the credit card martyrs, maybe, but you? No!

You should have been running the world by now.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I'm not disappointed.

You thought things would change, didn't you?

People like you don't stay down on their luck for long, but it hasn't changed.

For the first time in your life, you're one step behind,

for once you're not in control and it scares the hell out of you.

Time to take me off the pedestal, John.

I'm not special.

I disagree.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Maybe.

You never were the shy type.

Why waste time? I think people should just say what they think and get on with it.

And what do you think?

I think that I would like to buy your house.

-And what about the other three on the street?

-Original price.

Number seven has a conservatory.

-I'd rent it back to you.

-Thirteen has a double garage.

-Mate's rates.

-Twenty's vacant.

-I want yours.

-Why?

-Why yours? Or why pay more than I have to?

Both.

Well, maybe I'm going soft in my old age.

Or maybe you think there are hidden extras thrown in.

Like what?

Like me.

That's not something I'd ever think to pay for.

So what's in it for you?

A great house, reliable tenant.

It's just good business.

Like this is "just" dinner?

-You think too much.

-Maybe you don't think enough.

OK, if you're serious, then we'd better be clear just on what it is you're buying.

Sold as seen, right?

The house, yes.

Present owner not included.

Thank you.

You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?

I like to think of it as quietly confident.

-I haven't agreed yet.

-You will.

How do you know?

Because you have no choice.

So then he brought out the champagne and...

Did I do the wrong thing?

He's good-looking, right?

-Yeah, very.

-And rich? You said he had houses all over the place.

His own little empire.

-Is he funny?

-Yep.

-Charming?

-Mm-hm.

And how long is it since...

you know?

Months.

Then, yeah, you did the wrong thing!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Fish and chips. Haddock, I think, a couple of sausages.

I wasn't sure what you'd like.

Same with the sauce. Curry and gravy. Best to cover both angles.

And you have got a bottle opener, haven't you?

I should have bought cans, thinking about it.

Oh, don't tell me you've already eaten.

Listen, the other night...

I've been thinking about it ever since, how it must have looked.

And you're right, I don't think enough.

I didn't mean to make you feel...

-Desperate?

-Unimportant.

Well, you didn't, because I'm not.

I'm doing it again, aren't I? Look, I just wanted to say sorry.

And you can't beat a good fish supper, right?

Cheap as chips.

No, it's true!

No, listen, do you remember Donny Wilson?

-He had a real thing for you, do you remember?

-No, he didn't.

He did. Him and Steeley.

-Shut up.

-It's true.

They used to take bets to see which one of them could corrupt you first.

But I beat them to it.

Yeah, hardly.

-Another beer?

-Yeah, go on then.

You should have seen their faces when they found out.

Obviously I told them we'd done more than we had.

Well, that's what boys do, isn't it?

Exaggerate.

What?

Bottle opener?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

'John, where are you?'

-Where's the fire?

-Don't feel like you've got to hang around.

Well, I wasn't expecting a full English or nothing, but a cup of tea would be nice.

Did I snore too loudly?

Oh, no, I wasn't doing that talking thing, was I?

OK, so you're not a morning person.

Actually I'd better be making a move, got to get across the river soon.

-You're late enough, right?

-No, I don't have to be there until twelve, actually.

Wow, you've got her well-trained.

-Who?

-The missus, who else?

What you talking about?

Oh, come on. You turn on the charm, you say all the right things, you can see how low I am.

I'm an easy target, right?

And the clincher was pretending you wanted to buy the house.

-I do want to buy the house.

-Oh, yeah.

A real knight in shining armour.

-What's brought this on?

-You were only after one thing.

-What makes you say that?

-Well, you're a bloke, aren't you?

DOOR SHUTS

'If you must sell, don't go taking the first offer that comes along, Ellie. I mean it.

'You'll regret it.

'People lose thousands, the way the market is at the moment.

'Let me know how you get on.'

I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Is it safe?

Did I do something to upset you?

I've been racking my brains and I just can't think.

I was hung-over, that's all.

Because you were wrong, you know, about everything.

Look, cards-on-the-table time.

I fancy you, OK?

I always have.

The other night, it wasn't just a quickie, or the beer.

I really enjoyed myself.

I got the impression that you did too.

I did, but...

I wasn't using you.

I wouldn't do that.

John, who's Tracy?

Don't you mean "Uncle John"?

Thomas Luke Hughes. Nine pounds, six ounces, born early hours of Sunday morning.

Our Tracy's knackered. She said it was like dropping a bowling ball.

Me mam's clucking round her like a chicken, won't leave them in peace.

Tracy's my sister...

..you stupid woman!

Do you honestly think that I'd go for a Tracy?

Rather have a Sharon...

..or an Ellie.

Here we go.

Oh!

It's a bit early for me, but then I am still on Turkish time.

Oh, sorry!

So, anything from the Mystery Man while I've been away?

Ooh, I knew it.

Right, you, tell me everything. His name would be a help.

I don't know why you have to be so secretive.

Oh, God, he's not married, is he?

-I hope not!

-Ah, well, what if he is.

You saw a bit of action, that's the most important thing, right?

And I sold the house.

-To the mystery guy?

-To John, yeah.

John, right, he's a real person at last.

You know him, actually. Well, used to.

-It was a long time ago.

-Not John Dempsey from the gym?

-Spotty guy with different-coloured eyes.

-Oh, please!

John.

John.

M-U...

From a long time ago.

Mulligan!

-Remember him? Mully the Bully.

-Just went down the wrong way.

SHE CONTINUES TO COUGH

So, John Mulligan...

I know. How weird is that?

I had such a crush on him at school, I think it was that whole bad boy thing, you know.

I thought he'd moved to Leeds?

Well, he was definitely up here last Monday. And Wednesday.

And Thursday. And last night.

And he's buying your house?

-Yeah. That's what he does now. He's making a fortune.

-I'm sure he is.

You should see him, Maria, he looks twice as good as I remember.

-Just be careful, eh?

-What do you mean?

Well, the John Mulligan I remember was a complete waste of space.

People change.

Not always for the better.

Oh, don't be so judgmental.

-I still wouldn't trust him.

-Why are you being like this?

-Like what?

-Spiteful.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

-I won't.

-Why don't you check him out a bit more before committing to anything?

-Are you talking about the house, or him?

-Both.

-It was you who told me to sleep with him!

-Yeah, well, I didn't know it was him then, did I?

And why does that matter all of a sudden?

-What's going on?

-There's nothing going on.

You know, I thought you'd be happy I was having a bit of fun for once.

Why are you trying to spoil it?

I'm not trying to spoil anything, Ellie.

I don't know why an intelligent woman would go for such a no-mark like him.

Wasn't it you who told me to go out and find myself a rich man?

Yeah, I did Ellie, but not somebody who made it dealing drugs.

You what?

Nothing.

You reckon he's a drug dealer?

I don't reckon. I know.

How?

-Ask anyone.

-I'm asking you.

Come on, Ellie. You think a loser like John Mulligan walks out of school with sod all to show for it,

-then becomes a millionaire?

-He said he was in property.

-He's not going to tell you the truth.

-But he's got houses all over the place.

-I'm sure he has. Paid for with what?

You sell your house to John Mulligan, you're as bad as he is.

This is drug money. People will die, just so that you can pay your debts off.

-You don't know him.

-I know enough.

-You don't know what you're on about.

-Sell your house to John Mulligan, and I don't want to see you again.

-Maria!

-Don't fall for it!

So what was all that about?

Stay away from him, Ellie.

He's bad news.

-Says who?

-You're just gonna have to trust me on this one.

I need more than that, Maria.

He kills kids. What more is there to know?

-Well, I think I'd rather make up my own mind than rely on gossip.

-I don't believe this!

Five minutes of attention from a bit of rough and you go all gaga like a schoolgirl. It's pathetic.

-What is wrong with you?

-What is wrong with YOU?

-I don't want to fight.

-Then tell me you're not going to see him again.

-DISTANT KNOCKING ON DOOR

-No.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

No, I can't do that.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

DOOR SHUTS

PERSISTENT KNOCKING Ellie, I know you're in there.

What's going on? I thought we were OK?

Open the door, let me in.

Well, at least tell me what this is all about.

Come on, Ellie. Open up.

OK, listen, why don't we go somewhere else, somewhere neutral?

The park?

Come to the park.

Meet me there, ten minutes.

Ellie?

Please.

Talk to me.

I'll be waiting.

SHUFFLING AND CREAKING

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

-Hey.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Tell you what?

-About the drugs?

What drugs?!

-Don't lie to me!

-What drugs, Ellie?

-Maria told me that you...

-Maria? Maria who?

Beaumont. Well, Green when we were at school.

HE LAUGHS

What's so funny?

Nothing.

Everything.

So what did she tell you then - Maria?

-Come on, I'm dying to know.

-She said that you deal drugs.

That's how you make your money.

All right.

I was 16.

I didn't know any better. Just wanted to make a bit of cash, like everybody else.

It was a few months, that's all.

I'm not proud of it.

But it was a long time ago and it isn't who I'm now.

But that's not why she told you, though, is it?

Did she tell you how she found that out?

Pillow talk.

-You're friends, you and her?

-Yeah, best.

Tell each other things?

She didn't tell you about us, though, did she? No, of course she didn't.

When?

Last year. I ran into her at a party, she was bored out of her brain.

-Not for long, though.

-You're lying.

Oh! Big house up by the cathedral, four-by-four in the driveway,

husband goes squash on Wednesdays, likes mojitos, cute little mole on her shoulder blade.

I could go on.

Best friends, eh? Yeah, sounds like it.

Lasted about six months, it was nothing serious,

well, not for me anyway, it was a laugh, a bit dangerous.

We both got off on it, but then she started getting serious,

expecting me to come running every time she clicked her fingers.

It stopped being fun.

-So you dumped her?

-She seemed OK with it at the time.

Can't you see what she's doing?

She's jealous, she'll say anything to stop this from working.

Ellie, I really like you.

Please, don't let Maria ruin things before they've even begun.

POUNDING ON DOOR

POUNDING CONTINUES

-He's a liar!

-So you didn't have an affair with him, then?

Why didn't you tell me?

How could I?

You're always telling me how "wonderful" James is.

Besides, I didn't want to mix you up in it,

having to lie for me.

I'm your best friend, I'm supposed to lie for you!

This isn't about me and John.

This is about drugs and John.

-He explained all that. He was just a kid.

-He's playing you.

The drugs are why we finished.

I found out that he was dealing, and didn't want anything more to do with it.

-Well, that's not the way he tells it.

-Oh, Ellie! Open your eyes!

-Why should I believe you? You have already lied to me once.

-I'm telling you the truth.

You're just jealous.

You're still in love with him.

I never loved him!

-How stupid do you think I am?

-Right now?

Pretty stupid.

-Don't do this, Ellie.

-Too late.

-You'll regret it.

-I don't think so.

-What's happening to you?

-I'm taking control,

that's what's happening.

-I meant what I said, you know.

-And so did I!

Do you know what? You're just bitter,

and you think money can buy you anything, including your friends.

-Oh, don't be ridiculous.

-And to think I used to be so envious of you!

-Leave her alone, John!

-No, you leave us alone.

-Oi!

If you hurt her, I will...

You'll what? Come on, Maria,

tell me what it's you're gonna do.

Look, it's not like it was with us.

I really care about Ellie.

This is the real thing for me.

So leave us be, eh?

Ellie doesn't need you.

Neither of us do.

'I wanted everything you had,

'the husband who adores me, the big house, the top-of-the-range everything, the Spanish tiles,

'six holidays a year.

'Sometimes I resented you, because you've never known what it's like to struggle every day,

'worrying about whether or not you'll have a roof over your head from one week to the next,

-'but that's why you kept me around, wasn't it?'

-You're talking rubbish, Ellie.

-'As long as you stay up there, you'll have me to look down on.'

-For God's sake.

'At least you'll never have it as bad as poor, little Ellie.

'And that's why you just can't stand this, isn't it?

'I've something you want, and there's not a thing you can do about it.'

-He'll break your heart!

-'At least I have a heart to break!'

I don't think I've ever had to write that many noughts on a piece of paper before.

What's up? I thought you'd be pleased?

I'd be happier if you and Maria ended this silly little feud.

-That's not my choice, Mum.

-This man you're knocking around with. I don't like the sound of him.

-You've never even met him!

-Exactly.

No man's worth losing friends over, Ellie.

Look, I've just paid your money back, can we leave it at that?

-Where it's come from?

-It's come from me!

What are you getting mixed up in, love?

Well, don't come crying to me and your father when it all goes wrong!

I'm sure if we use the big case, it could do for us both. It's only three days.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS I'm sorted. I'm not unpacking and re-packing, it's fine.

Hello?

What, now?

Right, I'm on my way.

Please don't kill me.

There's a problem with the completion on that docklands development.

I've got to go to the solicitors.

-Well, that won't take long, will it?

-It's in Leeds.

-Leeds?!

-We don't have the time!

-They're waiting for the keys.

Can't it wait until we get back?

Look, why don't you go on ahead, I'll get the next flight.

Might even make it for a drink on the balcony.

No, I'll wait for you.

What and miss out on a day's shopping? Come on! It's New York! No point in us both losing out.

You go on ahead, splash out on room service, anything you like, it's all on the card.

I'll be there before you know it.

Have you got enough petrol in the car?

-It's only Birmingham.

-Best check.

You never know, it might be delayed.

I'll call you when I know what I'm doing.

Drive safe.

CAR RADIO: 'It's Thursday, 11th December.

'The news: Metropolitan Police have concluded months of investigations

'into drug supply to the city.

-'A police spokesman had this to say:

-The community has been instrumental in helping the police target...

SIREN BLARES

JOHN: 'They used to place bets to see who could corrupt you first,'

but I beat them to it.

Property, buy to let mainly.

-MARIA:

-Just be careful, eh?

You have no choice.

People will die, just so that you can pay your debts off.

I wasn't using you.

'I wouldn't do that.'

Can't you see what she's doing? She's jealous.

Five minutes of attention from a bit of rough and you go all gaga, like a schoolgirl.

-What are you getting mixed up in, love?

-Have you got enough petrol in the car?

It's come from me!

I'm on my way.

Come on.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS AGAIN

-Maria? You were right about John.

-Ellie, what's wrong?

We were supposed to be going to New York and I'd this bad feeling that something wasn't right.

I found something in my case, Maria.

I don't know, I think it's drugs, what should I do?

Ellie, don't touch it. There might be somebody watching you. Ellie, listen to me. Call the police.

-I'm scared.

-Don't be.

You've got to trust me.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say, but five years?

If it were up to me, I'd have thrown away the key.

When I think of how close you came. Oh, don't!

It still frightens me.

You of all people. Thought you'd more about you than to fall for something like that.

George Clooney throws you a wink and you leave your brains at the door.

At least we know the truth before you two got serious.

It was a lucky escape if you ask me.

I didn't.

You what, love?

I didn't ask you.

ECHOING: 'It was a long time ago, and it's not who I am now.

'This isn't about me and John, this is about drugs and John.

'Why don't you check him out before committing to anything?

'Are you talking about the house, or him?

-'How stupid do you think I am?

-He's a liar!

-I wasn't using you.

'I wouldn't do that.'

There she is, little Miss Smarty Pants come to gloat.

Well, you're looking good on it.

This doesn't suit you, John.

I preferred it when you were pretending to be clever.

No, you're the clever one, remember?

Why did you do it?

-I thought you cared about me.

-So that's why you're here?

So that I can tell you how special you are

and stop you feeling guilty about shopping me?

You're a hypocrite.

-I'm not like you.

-No, no, you're not.

You never were.

In your soft-focus candy-floss world

where Mummy and Daddy still live together

and the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you is your little dog dying.

So naive.

In my world,

every day is a fight to survive,

you have to keep your eye on the ball 24/7,

and there's always someone behind you.

It's not something that you'll ever understand...

and I'm glad for you, honest.

But I'm not gonna apologise for doing what I had to do, to get out of there and make a better life for myself.

By ruining others?

I don't hold a gun to their heads, I don't force them to inject themselves.

They do it all by themselves.

Now who's being naive?

You got greedy.

Did I?

And what about you?

Before I came along, you were in so much debt, you were about to lose everything.

You talk about me, but you think it's perfectly OK to spend thousands you don't have on stuff you don't need,

borrowing cash from legalised loan sharks that you've no hope of ever paying back. But that's all right,

because you're a good person.

At least I had my self-respect.

Are you sure about that?

The only difference between you and me, is that I chose to fight back,

to not let them take everything I had. You?

You just rolled over.

And all those nice clothes that you're sat in.

I paid for those, every last stitch.

-Don't you dare turn this on me!

-Oh, there she is.

Miss Prim And Proper,

Miss Do The Right Thing, Miss What Will The Neighbours Think?

-Know how funny that is?

-So why aren't you laughing?

Listen, I may be the one in a prison cell,

but at least I sleep all right.

Because I know who I am,

I know what I've done...

..and I'm OK with it.

But you? You're gonna have to wake up every morning knowing that all the nice things around you,

even the shoes on your feet, knowing that it was paid for with the same money that put me here,

the same dirty tenner that some 12-year-old kid in a filthy garage

is shooting into his brains right now.

It doesn't matter to me, because I'm just low-life scum

but you,

please tell me,

what does that do to someone as perfect as you?

Why did you come here?

To see if I'd feel anything.

And do you?

It's just bricks and mortar at the end of the day.

Let your mum spoil you for a bit, eh?

Time to move on.

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