All or Nothing

Gotta be careful, floor's wet.

Do you want a hand?

Did you break down?

What?|- Did you have an accident?

No. Some f***ing monkey c*nt|nicked my bike, man.

F***ing c*nt! F***ing c*nt!

Here, Pen...

fancy going out?

When?

Saturday?

Yeah, right, then.

Don't be so enthusiastic.

One-three.|- Yeah?

I'm clearing Cranston Road|in a minute or two.

Can you just wait?

Here.

Are you there, one-three?

Can you pick up at|12 Bellott Street, SE10...

going to Charlton?

Say again?

Going to Charlton. Got it.

Mr. Eyles?|- Yeah. Elephant and Castle.

Oh, Christ.

I don't f***ing believe it.

I gotta get the car fixed.|Some b*tch in a Volvo...

smacked me up the arse.|I got no f***ing lights.

Ron, no swearing over the air.|What's going on?

I gotta get the car|off the road.

What's the damage?

She's buggered my tail lights.|I ain't legal.

Is the car mobile?|- Driveable, yeah.

Just come back to base.|- I can't do that, Neville.

Come back to base|and get it done tomorrow.

No, I gotta do it now.

Listen, don't mess me about.|I'm short of drivers.

Neville, f*** off.

How much, then?

Overnight?

Hundred and fifty.|- Is that the best you can do?

You want it|in the morning, innit?

Hello, Phil.|- Hi, Ron.

Got smacked up the arse.

Yeah, I heard it on the radio.

Are you leaving it here?|- Yeah.

I'll run you home.|- Cheers, mate.

Ain't it nice?|- Yeah.

Feel like sunbathing.

Get me bikini on. Not.

I'll see ya later, alligator.

Ta, then.

Hello, Rory.|- All right?

All right, Craig?

Yeah, all right?|- Yeah.

Coming in for your tea, Rory?

About twenty minutes?|- All right.

F*** off, Craig! F***ing wanker!

Just f*** off!

Rory!

What are you playing at?|- He's always doing that!

Are you all right?

Did he hurt you?|- Nah.

It's only a ball!

What are you doing?

He's a tosser.|- He ain't a tosser.

You're not at school now.|- I know!

What time did you get up|this morning?

I don't know.|- Yes, you do.

No, I don't!|- Probably about 2:00, I expect.

You should leave him alone.|He's smaller than you.

So? He's older.|- Yeah, but you're bigger.

Why are you taking his side?|- I ain't taking his side.

Yes, you f***ing are.|- Don't swear.

Here, it's all right.|I've got me key.

Come on!|- Don't shout.

What's she doing?|- I dunno.

She's probably on the toilet|or something.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you, you mean.

All right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

What have you been doing?|- Nothing. Just reading.

How's work?

All right.

Everyone OK?

Yeah.

What's for tea?

Chicken and vegetable pies.

Want a biscuit?|- No.

You all right?|- Yeah.

Ain't got no whiplash|or nothing?

She f***ed off.|- Did she?

Did you exchange|insurance details with her?

I pulled over, right?|She scarpers.

That's not very nice, is it?

F***ing women.

Wouldn't be a world|without them, mate.

Anyway, she might have|done you a favor.

How do you mean?

If it hadn't have happened,|you might have driven...

around the next corner|and killed a little kid.

It's what's-its-name,|fickle finger of fate.

If you knew what|was gonna happen to you...

when you woke up in the morning,|you'd never get out of bed.

That's life.

The old clock ticks,|world turns around...

tide comes in, tide goes out.|You're born, you die. That's it.

What's your missus make|at Safeway?

I don't know,|to tell you the truth.

You don't know what she earns?|- Enough, you know?

Keeps the wolf from the door...|with the bit I make.

All right.|- Hello.

I'll see you tomorrow.|- See you, Ron.

All right.

All right.|What have you got there?

Burger buns. Three dozen.

We ain't gonna eat all them.

No, it's all right.|They're long life.

What's the expiry date?

That's four months away.

What have they got in 'em?

Don't know. Chemicals.

Picked a bloke up|from the cash and carry.

He was trying to get a refund.|They wouldn't have it.

He gave 'em to me as a tip.

He was drunk.

He bought them for a barbecue.|No one turned up.

We'll have to get|some burgers, then.

All right, boy?

What have you been up to|today, then?

He's been fighting today.

What?|- F*** off, Mum.

Rory, will you stop|swearing at me, please?

You been clumping people again?

Don't listen to her.|She don't know nothing about it.

It's 'cause|he ain't got nothing to do.

Shut up! He was asking for it.

He's moping about here|all day looking for trouble.

I ain't looking for trouble!|I ain't done nothing!

When you gonna take him|up the job center?

F***'s sake!|I'll get a job when I want!

It ain't got nothing|to do with you!

Stop going on about it!

Rory, calm down.|Nobody's having a go at you.

I'm just trying to help you.

F*** off!

Filled the car up|with petrol this morning...

thirty-eight quid.

You been busy?

Yeah. Rory, can you put|your plate on the table, please?

Yeah, all right!

Picked up at a doctor's|surgery at dinner time.

Old bloke,|had one of them...

what's-the-name, frame.|- Zimmer.

Yeah. Only wanted to go|to the next street.

I says, 'Sorry, mate,|I got to charge you...

'the minimum fare, L3.50.'

You shouldn't have|charged him nothing.

No, I know. I said,|'Call it a couple of quid.'

No, you should have|called it nothing.

He wasn't having it,|you know?

He insisted on giving me|the full fare.

You didn't have to take it,|though, did you?

No. But...|it's his what's-its-name.

Dignity.|- Yeah.

No price on that|when you're old.

Ron's had a bump.

Some old woman ran into him.

Is it a write-off?|- Nah.

I said to him, 'Make the most|of it, mate. Have a day off.'

He likes working.

It's a nice evening tonight.

I ain't been|for a walk for ages.

Fancy going for a walk later on?|- No, not really.

I'll take you out|for a drink if you like.

No.

Rory.|- What?

We ain't finished yet.|- So?

There's pudding.|- I know.

Are you in, Donna?|- Yeah.

Want a bit of chicken pie?|- No!

Leave that. I'll do it later.

Christ Almighty,|you've had all day.

Do you want to go out later?

What?|- Little drink?

No.|- Why not?

I had a rough day.

Have you?

What are you doing for tea, Dad?

I don't know.

Can we get a take-away?|- No.

Right.|Let's all starve, shall we?

What's in the freezer?|- Not a lot.

Well, what?

A sausage meal|and a raspberry ripple.

Is that all?|- Yeah.

There's two chicken korma|in there.

No, there ain't.|- We had them last night.

No, we never.|- Yes, we did.

Yeah, me and Dad.

You never had nothing.|- She never f***ing does.

So what are we doing?|- Maybe I'll get a take-away.

When?|- Later.

I ain't had nothing to eat|since I got up.

Whose fault's that?|- I'm starving!

You ain't done nothing|since you got up!

What about her? Lazy cow.

When you gonna get a job?

F*** off.

What's the matter?|Ain't you hungry again?

No, I ain't.

What, you on a diet?|- No.

You look like a skeleton.

Shut up.|It's better than being fat.

Yeah, it is.|- Yeah, it is.

Exactly. So what are you|complaining about?

I ain't complaining.|It's you that's complaining.

I ain't complaining.|I like a bit of fat.

Keeps me warm at night.

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