Taylor's Haulage

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WILL TAYLOR:
I worry my daughter Dawn and my wife Harriet too much.

TESS CASEY:
Have you told them about your diagnosis?

WILL TAYLOR:
No, Dawn's 15 and Harriet, my wife is a very big alcoholic.

FRED COMPTON:
Ayup, doctor, what's wrong with Wild Willie. Is he not spending enough?

WILL TAYLOR:
I'm not very well, that's why i rang her see I'm dying.

FRED COMPTON:
Cobblers, you'll outlive me.

TESS CASEY:
If he doesn't cut down on the booze and cigarettes and seriously get medication, he won't Mr Compton.

WILL TAYLOR:
I don't understand it, though. i go on walks, i exercise, and I'm not a chainsmoker. I'm just a decent man.

TESS CASEY:
Cancer doesn't discriminate. You don't know when or where it'll hit.

FRED COMPTON:
I'm sorry to hear that, Will. You know I was joking, right?

WILL TAYLOR:
I know, anyway, i might have to sell to Tate, I'm kicking myself.

STEPHEN POTTER:
Dawn's here, boss.

WILL TAYLOR:
Great, that's all i need.

FRED COMPTON:

I'm always here for you, boss.

DAWN TAYLOR:
Everything ok, dad. Have you been crying.

WILL TAYLOR:
No, I'm just getting my medical done. Isn't that right.

TESS CASEY:
Yes, I just checked his eyes.

DAWN TAYLOR:
I need to talk with you, dad.

WILL TAYLOR:
That's good because i need to talk as well.

FRED COMPTON:
I need to put in my timesheet, then I'll be out of your hair.

WILL TAYLOR:
I'll pay you back, Fred.

FRED COMPTON:
You're welcome. Anyway, see you when i return from Accrington.

WILL TAYLOR:
Bye Compton, anyway, what did you want to talk about.

DAWN TAYLOR:
Mum invited another man round.

WILL TAYLOR:
Is that all.

DAWN TAYLOR:
There's no easy way of putting it.

WILL TAYLOR:
we'll say it together, ready 1...2..3.

DAWN TAYLOR:
I'm pregnant.

WILL TAYLOR:
I've got cancer.

DAWN TAYLOR:
Oh no.

WILL TAYLOR:
I'm ashamed of you. You disgust me. Get out and pack your bag. You got pregnant, and anyway, the baby daddy can look after you.

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