Adam & Paul Page #2

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- Yeah. Isn't she, Orla? - She is, yeah.

Total straight and narrow.

- Very healthy.

- Yeah.

- And she does keep that

flat lovely an' all. - Yeah.

- Full of lovely gear.

- Yeah.

- Where did she get all that stuff?

- Wayne got it for her.

For getting it together, like.

Brings her stuff.

- He's a good brother to her.

- He is.

- Love to see her, we would.

- Yeah.

Listen to me. Stay away

from me f***in' sister, all right?

Keepin' herself tidy and happy,

and I'm f***ed if I'm havin'

you two drag her down again.

- Another f***in' Matthew?

- But, Marian...

Sorry about that.

Tell them, Wayne. Tell them.

- What?

- To stay away from Janine.

Lads...

if I see youse near Janine,

I'm not jokin' now, I'll kill youse!

- OK? - Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Do you understand?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So are youse two goin'

down the Bunker later?

For what?

What?

F***in' big mouth!

What?

- Nothin'!

- What, Marian?

We're goin' down the Bunker later,

is all.

Yeah?

- A few drinks for Matthew.

- Why the f*** are you telling them?

- Look, they were his mates, Wayne.

- Only, don't go upsettin' people.

- For f***'s sake!

- Leave it, Wayne.

Come on and we get out of here.

- Steven, Sinead, Karl, come on!

- We're playing!

I don't give a f***, love.

We're leavin'!

Maybe see youse later, lads.

Yeah, all right.

- Marian?

- What?

You wouldn't have a lend

of a few quid, would you?

Goodbye, lads.

- Come on.

- Where?

- We'll see if what's-his-name

is around. - Who?

F***in'... what's-his-name.

- Small fella.

- What, Benny?

- No, Benny's inside.

- Oh, the poor f***er.

Come on.

All right, Adam and Paul?

All right? All right?

Sh*t day, isn't it?

- Sh*t, yeah.

- Are you not freezin' in that bag?

No, it's peachy enough, this. I mean,

I only have me cacks on under here.

- Oh, right, yeah. - Me clothes are all

at the bottom there.

Oh, right, yeah.

- So what are youse doing here,

anyways? - Just hangin' around.

- Why?

- No why.

- Has to be a why. - Yeah, well,

I'm not tellin' f***in' you!

We were just waitin' to see

if what's-his-name is around.

Don't tell him all our

f***in' business!

I wasn't tellin' him all our

business. I was only sayin'.

- Who's what's-his-name?

- Would you ever f***in' stop buttin' in?

- Just tryin' to help, is all.

- Well, no-one asked for your f***in' help!

Fine, shove it up your hole so!

No, you shove it up your hole!

Look, I'm not hangin' around here

any more. Prick!

Is it Clank?

- What?

- Is what's-his-name Clank?

I don't know.

- What does he look like?

- Big fella.

- I'll keep me eyes peeled so.

- Oh, thanks.

Money, is it?

- Well, it's just...

- Bastard!

- Who?

- Clank. How much?

- What? - How much does

Clank owe you?

- Nothin'. - A few hundred, is it? - No.

- Bastard! I haven't seen him around.

- I think he's gone to England.

- Oh, right, yeah.

- To his brother.

I think he lives in Leeds. - Right.

- Semi-professional footballer.

- Yeah?

- You haven't got a smoke on you,

have you? - No.

I was going to ask you.

Little prick.

He's gone to England.

- Who?

- Clank.

- Who's Clank?

- What's-his-name.

- No, he's not.

- What?

What's-his-name isn't f***in' Clank!

- Who's what's-his-name then?

- It's f***in'...

I don't know!

- And who's Clank?

- I have no f***in' idea!

- Right. So what are we going

to do now then? - I don't know.

A few cars, I suppose.

No, look,

I'm a bit sick for that, like.

I'm dyin' sick, like.

Go, go, go!

- Oh, me f***in' hand!

- F***in' eejit!

Come on out of the f***in' road!

- I think it's broken.

- Show me.

- Can you move it?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Well, it's not broken so.

- I sprained it maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, me f***in' hand

and me f***in' leg!

- Would you slow down?

- Would you hurry f***in' up?

Could I have a pot of tea, please?

A single pot?

- Sorry? - A single pot? A pot for one?

Or do you want a large pot?

Eh... Will you hold on a minute,

please?

Do you want tea as well?

Will I get a large pot?

Will you just get up there

and keep her f***in' busy?

Could I have two small pots,

please?

You'd be as well off

with the large pot so.

Well, whatever you think yourself.

It's up to you, love.

All right, I'll have the big pot

and a round of toast, please.

One round of toast?

I think so, yeah.

- We're havin' loads of weather

at the moment, aren't we? - What?

That'll be 2.90, please.

What?

Two euros ninety for the pot of tea

and the round of toast.

Eh...

Hey! What do you

think you're doing?

Leave that bag down!

Hey, missus, is that your bag?

I just found the bag there.

I wasn't doin' anythin'.

Leave the bag down or

I'm callin' the guards!

- I wasn't f***in' doin' nothin'!

- Someone call the guards now!

Go on, get out!

- Just get out!

- Sorry.

Adam...

Just go in and get somethin'.

Stick it in your jacket.

I'll wait for you

down by the river.

- All right, Adam and Paul?

Still lookin' for Clank? - What?

- I heard youse were lookin' for Clank.

- Who told you that?

I don't know. The word's out.

- Owes you money, apparently. - I told you

not to open your f***in' mouth. - Sorry.

- He's not in England.

- Like I give a f***!

Fine.

He's inside, I'd say.

Or just out maybe.

- What'll I get? - I don't know.

A choc ice or somethin'!

- A Yahoo maybe as well?

- Yeah.

- What flavour will I get?

- I don't know. Don't be f***in' askin' me!

- I'll try for chocolate.

- And some bars. Chomps maybe.

- Curly Wurlys are nice.

- F*** off, you! Chomps. Or Moros?

Will you just go in there and get somethin'?

I'll wait for you down by the river!

All right.

Are you all right there?

Yeah, just lookin'.

Anything in particular?

What?

Are you looking for anything

in particular?

Eh... bread.

Bread?

- Yeah. - Well, you're hardly going

to find it staring into the fridge.

I was just decidin'.

Right, well, decide fast

and f*** off!

Yeah.

Em...

Bread over here...

Are you going to buy that?

Probably not.

Take your hands off it.

People have to eat them!

- I was just seein' was it fresh, is

all. - Of course, it's f***in' fresh!

If you're not going to buy it,

what difference does it make to you?

- I was just seein'. - Take your hands off

the bread. They're filthy! - F*** off!

That's it. Come on,

you're f***in' barred.

- You can't bar me for feelin' bread.

- Watch me.

Will you get off me, will ye?

You can't throw him out.

He wasn't doin' anythin'.

Karl, f*** off, you're barred as

well! Don't make me call the cops.

- Here, if we were black, you wouldn't

be throwin' us out. - Karl, f*** off!

Here, I got the bread for you.

It's all squashed an' all.

That f***er would've been

throwin' it in the bin.

He might as well have let

you take it. A**hole!

Here, thanks.

- You wouldn't have a fag, would you?

- No. Sorry.

F***!

F***in' baguettes and milk!

F***'s sake!

- I was thrown out.

- F***in' typical!

Excuse me.

Yes?

Is there a chance

you'd move up the bench a bit?

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