Bearskin: An Urban Fairytale

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I don't believe it. You won all the wealth.

Come on, mate, give us another game.

- You must be crazy, man. - Who is crazy?

You're out of your league.

- Who is, man? - No, man.

You've already et all your chips.

That's enough. I feel seriously lucky this time.

Feeling lucky this time.

Johnny Fortune is going to win some serious money.

What are you doing?

Gambling again, Johnny?

What's this then?

Peanuts?

A bit of a downturn, innit?

- So how much you lost this time? - Peanuts, man.

Right. That's it. You know the rules.

So shift it.

- What? - Out!

Go on. Right out!

Right out. Go on!

Out!

Yeah, see you some time, Johnny, man.

What's happening?

What's up, Kate?

- You're bad news, Johnny. - What do you mean?

You know damn well what I mean.

Why do you play for money when you're no good?

- I ain't that bad. - You're a joke.

Things could be better.

But they might be worse.

I might surprise you one of these days.

- That is some charm. - No, I'm serious.

Look, you wouldn't touch my winnings, would you, Johnny?

Oh why, what would you do about it?

I'd kill you.

Yeah, I thought you might.

Leave it there, that's enough. Leave it.

Come on, let's go back to the girl.

Great, eh?

You don't even know what I'm on about, do you?

No, not really.

Work, son.

Work.

The click...

of your locker at work, get it?

You're a sod. No past, no bloody future.

Come on mate. Come on, eh?

- Have a day's work. - Oh, keep your money, son.

- No, go on. Go on, have it. - Winter's coming.

Hang on, come here.

Look at this, see?

There you go.

Entertainer requires assistant.

Thanks.

Thanks, mate.

Jesus, what'd you do that for?

Where's my money?

Jesus, look at my hand.

My nail will fall off.

I don't give a shit, Johnny. What have you done with my money?

- Done nothing with it. - Bloody liar.

Look, it's all right. It's cool.

Don't worry about it.

Where is my money?

It's all there. I swear on my life.

Well, nearly all.

- Except this bloke I met... - Shut up, Johnny.

I've heard enough bullshit.

You went fucking gambling with my winnings, didn't you?

How'd you find out?

I know what you did.

You lost a lot.

And then you bloody well grabbed it back and ran.

You know, you must be soft in the head.

I play better than those miserable bastards.

I just kept losing.

Then I saw your face.

It scared me shitless.

So I grabbed the lot, and ran.

That's it.

Yeah, you grabbed theirs n'all, didn't you?

I'm sorry. Does it hurt much?

Doesn't matter.

Sorry, Kate.

Do you know what I've got here?

It's my future.

Better give it back.

What?

The money, you better give it back.

Jesus, I can't just go back to those guys and say,

"Sorry, man. Here's your money."

You could try.

Leave it out. They'd kill me.

Well, they will anyway.

No.

Not with this.

They won't find me.

What, "entertainer requires assistant?"

And you think you're going to get this, do you?

Johnny those jobs are just as stitched up as any other.

Anyway, it makes no difference. They're still going to find you.

What's so big about them?

- I've got away from worse. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, but who do they fall on? People like me.

No, of course not, Kate.

Come on, think about it.

Everything's going to be sweet.

I'll get the job.

You'll be rich.

- What'll it be? - It's about the job.

What is this, a joke?

What?

What do you mean? It says apply here.

- Where'd you get that thing? - From "The Mail."

That's a year old, that is.

Old man, you got something against me, or what?

I only got this thing yesterday.

Listen, son.

I don't know who your mate is, but he reads year-old newspapers, OK?

Now you take it up with him. I'm sorry, but I'm busy.

Come on, please. I've got to get this...

Whoo, there he goes!

Well done!

Hey, hey!

Take it easy.

Easy, fella.

No harm meant.

It's over.

Why after all this time?

I dunno.

Maybe he's a slow reader.

I wouldn't trust that one with my girl anyway.

Yeah.

Laura's smart.

She's bloody marvellous.

I've never seen her in such good nick.

Maybe that old witch taught her a thing or two after all, eh?

Looks like the kid's upset her.

What's that?

Nah.

She's on the side of the angels.

You're worried about the kid, aren't you?

Huh?

Go on.

Forget him.

He's going to be all right.

Sure he will.

So what are you trying to say, Harry?

Well, we tracked him down.

We found out where he lived.

Is that all?

Don't understand why we didn't jump in here.

For God's sake, George. Do I have to spell it out to you?

This is an unlicensed house.

That means guaranteed discretion.

Now it's my job to cover bad debts.

And it's your job...

George...

Harold...

to take care of any rough stuff off the premises.

Yes?

Uh...

I want to check out some costumes.

And who are you?

An entertainer?

Yeah, I am.

I don't hire out anymore.

How come?

I mean...

how comes you don't hire out anymore?

That is my business.

Sorry.

Wait.

Do you want a job?

What?

Do you want a job?

Doing what?

Helping me.

Yeah, definitely.

Good.

I don't pay much.

But if you want to live in, you can sleep over there.

Oh, brilliant.

So come tomorrow.

Roll call at 9:00 sharp.

Roll call?

Yes, roll call.

All right, fair enough.

Sorry, but what do I call you?

J.

Mrs. J.

Fuck, yes! Yes!

Johnny Fortune is pulling away from the pack.

He's definitely shrugging 'em off.

- Johnny... - Get off my table.

- What's happening? - Go on, get off.

Johnny Fortune is out of sight!

You're not still thinking of doing a runner?

They won't find me now.