Adam & Paul Page #5

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of you?! - You're toxic, do you know that?

For the last time, Gringo. Take the telly.

You're on the skids, buddy.

- F*** you.

- You little nobody.

You're a scumbag. A f***in' user,

and a GREEDY scumbag!

- Greedy, is it? - So take yourself

and your junkie helpers...

...and F*** OFF!

I'll show you, Greedy.

You can keep the telly.

It's yours - for nothin'.

God...!

I trusted you,

you f***in' scumbag!

Aaargh!

Come on, Martin!

Open the door, get out here,

you scumbag!

- Get away from the f***in' door! - We can

do this the easy way or the hard way!

- Stop f***in' around then!

- OPEN IT MARTIN!

- Batter that f***er in.

- Don't f***in' touch that door!

Jesus, f***!

Back where we started.

I'm gonna die.

Put that down!

Wave bye-bye, lads!

Wave bye-bye!

Martin!

- Get a hold of him!

Get a hold of him! - NO!

No-o-o!

Jesus. Georgie, Georgie, come here.

I want you to meet someone.

Right, now...

Adam and Paul, come on over.

Come on over.

Youse are good boys.

You were always good boys.

- You all right, Ma?

- Grand. I'm grand.

- Do you want a drink?

- There's one there, I think, is there?

- That one. Is it mine?

- I don't know, just f***in' drink it.

I don't want to drink it

if it isn't mine.

- Is it mine? - How should I know?

- F***in' ask someone.

- Ma, would you just drink it?

- All right.

I'd hate anyone would say

I'm stealin' drink.

Do youse want a drink?

- Broke, like.

- F***in' surprise, surprise!

- The state of youse.

- Here. Go up and get yourselves a can.

- Ma, don't be buyin' them nothin'.

F***in' waste. - I want to.

I f***in' want to.

- You should be done with them.

- Would you don't be so f***in' hard?

How can I be done with them?

Practically brought up with us.

And Matthew,

the same as they are now.

# As I was walking

down Broadway

# Not intending to

stay very long

# I met with this pretty

young damsel

# As she did come

tripping along

# And what she took out

of her pocket

# And slipped it

right into my hand

# With her hair

hung over her shoulder

# Tied up with a black

velvet band

# Her eyes

They shone like diamonds

# You'd think she was

queen of the land

# With her hair

hung over her shoulder

# Tied up

with a black velvet band... #

I told youse not to

be mad out of it.

Sorry.

- A lot of people here, isn't there?

Friends and that. - Yeah.

And his ma.

Always in here she is.

Nice, though.

- She's a f***in' mad thing.

- Don't be saying that, Janine.

# With her hair

hung over her shoulder

# Tied up with a black velvet band! #

So where did you score today?

- It fell on us, Janine.

- F*** off, you! - Serious.

- What?

- We found it.

- How much?

- Loads.

- Do you still have some?

- Yeah.

- Here, don't be f***in' goofin',

and people lookin'. - Sorry.

- Make a show of yourselves.

- Sorry.

Come on out to

the air for a bit.

- Gone cold now, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Nice, though.

It was nice to see you today.

Yeah.

- Good, yeah?

- Yeah.

And the baba.

Yeah.

- Important, like.

- Yeah.

All right?

Yeah. Just talkin'.

Right.

Gone very cold,

isn't it, Wayne?

Janine...

- Matthew's ma's in a bad

way inside. - Yeah?

Bawlin' and all.

F***.

Yeah.

- Better go in to her.

- Yeah.

Be back in a minute.

I wanna talk to youse more.

Right.

Fags for youse, lads.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

Now... just f*** off yourselves,

all right?

Aye... right.

Only upsetting people.

- Right.

- Sorry.

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