The Driver

- Hello. - Can you pick us up?

- Where from? - Me mum's.

- I'm at work, are you paying? - Am I balls.

Come on, ten minutes, yeah?

You're sure this is a good idea?

I just need to talk to her without him there.

To what end?

What am I supposed to do, Vince? Give up? Move on?

I love her and he has stolen her off me.

She's pregnant with his kid, they're living together. I mean--

I don't want to be the voice of doom, but it does look permanent, doesn't it?

You don't know her. She isn't happy with him.

She just wanted security.

She could've shacked up with anyone, couldn't she?

But she chooses my twin.

It doesn't take a psychiatrist, she wanted me.

He's a me replacement.

Mmm.

Can I give her those?

No. They're for my anniversary, put them back.

How many years?

Eh?

18.

So, it's not a big one.

Sarah.

Jesus, Col. Have you been waiting for me?

- No, I was just passing. - Just passing?

Where I work, with flowers?

- Leave me alone, Col. - Please, Sarah,

I just want to talk to you.

You've got from here to my tram stop, start talking.

OK, look, I got sent down and that was my own stupid fault,

and you said it would happen and it did, so I don't blame you for moving on,

for wanting a baby and a life and all the normal things

normal people have, but did it have to be with our Craig?

It was just circumstances, I didn't do it to hurt you.

Sarah, we used to laugh at him, used to joke about how boring he was.

Col, I'm with Craig.

- That's all there is to say. - Well, you can still have me.

Please, Sarah. I'll bring up his baby.

It'll even look like me.

I promise I'll give you everything you want.

I love you. I... love... you.

You're six years too late, Col.

You still hate me?

No, I don't hate you.

I'm sorry about Ryan, but if he doesn't want to be with you, then he's crazy.

And you don't want to go out with anybody crazy.

I'm married to your mother, so trust me, I know.

Hey, here. Go on, that might cheer you up.

- What is it? - Go on.

Driving lessons!

- Dad! Thank you! - Oh!

It's not for your birthday, it's just so I don't have to spend any time in a car with you.

- Where's your mum? - Upstairs.

Happy anniversary.

What?

Have you forgotten?

I'm so sorry.

No. It's...

- I've been so busy... - No... It's okay.

..training and with work and everything.

Come on. It's--It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.

No, no. No, it's not.

- Ros, come on. - It's...

Hey, come on, smile.

- God, I'm so sorry, Vince. - No...

- How could it not even register? - Don't. Don't be silly.

It's not like it's a big one, is it? What, it's our 18th, what's that?

It's not like it's the 20th or anything, is it? Come on.

The flowers are beautiful.

Can I...

- open the card? - Yeah.

What's happening to us, Vince?

We used to be so in love.

- Leave it. - No, I can't, it's work.

- I can't, can I? - Leave it...

- Katie's downstairs. - She'll never hear us.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm disappointed, Vince. I've had to leave a message.

Call me. I've got a job.

- You the driver? - Yeah.

- You got the package? - It's in the boot.

Nice colour. Eh? Inconspicuous.

Reverse psychology.

All yours.

- Do you want to give me a hand? - Weakling.

It's all right. I've got it.

Vince?

He-he! I thought it was you.

- Whose is the motor? - Yeah, it's a mate of mines.

He's gone on holiday, he asked me to do a bit of work on it, you know.

- All right, well, nice wheels. - Yeah. Lucky for some, eh?

What you doing round here?

Nothing, I just thought I could hear something knocking in the back there, you know.

- Oh, right. - Where you off?

I've got an airport run. You working later?

I am, yeah.

Listen, I'd better get on. All right?

- All right, catch you later. - See you later.

All right.

Good man.

Any problems?

No, nothing.

Did you...

did you have a look in it?

I'm just the driver, aren't I?

Well...

..treat yourself.

I'll be in touch.

Happy anniversary.

I've booked us a table.

Thought we could do it properly.

You can get the night off, can't you?

- Yeah, that's not a problem. - Cheers.

I don't want us to be strangers, Vin.

I think we've been neglecting each other.

This is when couples fall apart.

Kids grown-up, leading separate lives...

I know what you men are like.

You turn 40 and you want to buy a sports car or screw a barmaid...

Hey...

I don't want a sports car.

If I promise to try, will you promise to try?

Yeah, I promise.

Good.

Go get a shower. The table's booked for nine.

Go on.

You're needed.

What?

Got to go somewhere, need a driver.

- The Horse hasn't called me. - No, he told me to come and get you.

I can't, we're going to dinner.

Fine, I'll tell the Horse you said no, then.

- No, what is it? - Make your excuses,

I'll see you on the corner.

Oh, shit. Shit, I'm sorry, I've got a fare.

- I forgot. - What? Where?

It's at the airport. Went out of my head, I'm sorry.

- Who was at the door? - Eh?

It was just some kids, they got the wrong house,

but seeing the cab made me realise.

Listen, if I go now I'll be back in time.

- Vince... - I'll be back in time for the dinner,

- don't worry. - Vince!

Who we waiting for?

He wants me to talk to somebody.

Who?

Stop asking questions.

Are you all right?

Never better.

How did it go with Sarah?

Great, yeah.

Yeah, couldn't have gone better.

There's something special between me and Sarah. Always has been.

Shit!

- Hey! - Stop it!

- Col! - Go now, or you'll get the same.

- Spring the boot, will you? -What?!

Spring the bloody boot, will you?

- Come here. - Agh!

Come on, come on. Help me get him in the car.

Hey, hey, stop it, mate.

You all right?

Take that!

- Help! - Shut up!

- Help! - Shut up!

- Get him inside. - Mind your head.

Will you leave it?!

- No, no, no! Don't! - Give me his hands.

- Hands up. - Just give us your hands, mate.

Not too tight, eh?

- Col. What are you..? - Oh, my God...

- All right, come on, let's go. - Who is he?

- You don't need to know. - What's he done?

- No! - He's in my boot.

- Let me out! - That girl saw our faces.

Just drive, will you? The Horse wants him finished.

Help! Help! Help!

All right, this'll do.

What are you going to do to him?

What am I going to do?

Exactly what I've been told to do.

Come on, help me get him out.

I don't anymore--

Well. I'm just the driver, aren't I?

I can't get involved in this.

Help me get him out and then you can stay in the car.

- All right? - I'm sorry, yeah.

- Please don't... - Shut up! Shut up!

If you hurt me, yeah, they'll find you, they'll kill you!

- Get out! - All right, just mind your head.

All right, whoa, hey!

All right, all right, leave it!

- Please... - Shut up.

- I know... - Walk.

I should never have done it, yeah?

- This way. - Look, I know I should...

-Col... - Come on, help me get him!