Billy, a Scottish, Protestant Rangers fan, has been locked up in a
[At the racket Harry gets up and is about to go to the Cell when his phone rings.
Harry: Hello? (shouts) Boys! Boys! Shut up yous two will yees I’m on the fuckin phone here! Christ! What? Oh – oh that’s fantastic news.
Harry: I’m relieved. (stunned) Bobby said that? Did he?
Tim: Bobby an all!
Harry: What did he say? What? Hold on I can't hear you. Can we? Will we? Did he say that? That’s great hen. Thanks for persuading him. When? Half an hour? No - half an hour is fine.
Tim: He’s goanny meet him! Bobby’s goanny meet him. Sounds like everything’s okay.
Harry puts the phone down. His warm smile changes to tears of relief. He thinks. Looks at his watch. Starts tidying up. Goes off.]
Tim looks out the cell left then right, left then
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