Like you.
I fancy something sweet now. What have you for dessert?
Ma, what have you for dessert?
Dessert?
Kids, do you not fancy of drop of ice cream now?
- Ice cream, Ma. - Get some ice cream.
Some raspberry ripple. No, some Neapolitan.
- All right! - The pink and green stuff.
But just this once, mind you now.
Won't see me spending money on an ice cream.
Jesus, what's this?
Here now, Ma!
What's this?
It's Christy's money, Ma!
- Count it! - Bring it here!
£800.
That's more money than your poor father ever earned in a whole year.
I can't take it.
It's for you. It's yours.
I can't take it, son.
Da was a bricklayer, Ma...
and I'm a writer.
I know it's mad money.
I want you to have it.
What would I do with it?
To start, get yourself a dress and a new pair of shoes.
Will you?
Christy? You have a visitor.
- You look well. - So do you.
Thank you.
Sit down.
Um...
Look, I won't stay very long.
Stay as long as you like.
I need to ask you a favour.
What?
A benefit.
Where?
Lord Castlewelland's.
Him? He's mad.
Posh.
Filthy rich.
I know you don't like appearing in public but it's for a good cause.
- For the cripples. - For the cripples.
Yeah.
I'll try to behave myself.
Sure it won't upset you too much?
So I'll anaesthetise myself.
No! Not too much.
How's Peter?