All or Nothing Page #2

It's all you've got|to keep you warm at night.

I'll make you|some mashed potato.

I don't want mashed potato.|- Chips?

I'll have a few chips.

How many's a few?|- A few!

Two? Three?|- Funny. Shut up!

You going out tonight?|- Yeah.

Where you going?|- Out.

I been there.|- Have you?

Yeah. Gets a bit packed|though, don't it?

Yeah, it does.

Who you going out with?|Scarface?

Shut up! That's bang|out of order, that is.

Do you want this duvet cover|on your bed?

No, I don't.|What are you ironing that for?

Nobody irons duvet covers.

I do, if someone pays for it.

I'll iron anything|within reason.

I'll put a few chips on.|Two, wasn't it?

All right, Sam?

All right.

You locked out?

No.

Good. Is your mum in?

Yeah.

Evening, Jason.|- Yeah, all right.

She's ready for you.|- Is she?

Only took her two hours.

All right?|- All right.

How are you doing?|- Yeah, not bad.

Taking her out, are ya?

Yeah, of course.

Where you going, then?|- Down the pub.

That's nice.

Where you going?|- I dunno.

All right?|- Right. Come on.

All right, Donna?|- Yeah.

Can I come, too?|- No, you can't.

Why not?|- F*** off!

Have a nice time without me.

You off? Be good.

If you can't be good,|be careful.

F*** off.

What, I'm not allowed|to talk to her?

There's no need|to argue about it!

Shut up!

All right, Craig?

What you keep|f***ing looking at me for?

Don't f***ing look at me|or I'll slice you, you c*nt!

F***ing mug!

F***ing wanker.|Get your f***ing hands off me!

What are you doing, Dad?

Get off!|- Come on, shift over.

What are you looking for?

Money.

There ain't none down there.

Come on, get up.|- I'm telling you...

there ain't noth--Oh, sh*t!|- Give it to me.

No, that's mine.|Finder's keepers.

Don't mess about.|- No, f*** off!

I'll give you double tomorrow.|- No.

I ain't joking.

You can borrow it,|but you owe me a quid.

All right.|Come on, let go of it.

Ta.

Can I come in?|- Yeah.

All right?

Is that any good?

Yeah, it's all right.

Got any spare change?

I might have a bit.

Only it's my what's-its-name.|Gotta pay it tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.|- Don't want to leave you short.

No, it's all right.|- I'll get it.

Where's your purse?|- Downstairs.

In your coat?|- Yeah.

It's not much.|- It all helps.

You sure?|- Yeah.

What about your dinner money?

No, it's all right.|I still got a fiver.

I'll give it back to you.

Thanks, luv.

Good night.|- Night.

I should have|just got half a tank.

It's Friday tomorrow.

Yeah, I know.

I ain't had a very good week|this week.

Ain't you?

No.

Got any spare?

Yeah, I got a bit,|but it ain't ever spare, is it?

Can I borrow some?

I'll pay you back|at the weekend.

Why don't you get up|earlier in the mornings?

Drive people to work,|take them to the airport.

I know what you mean.

It's downstairs in me bag|in me bike basket.

Shall I take it out?|- No, bring it up.

All right.

I only need a tenner.

Ta.

Have you got any change?

Yeah, I got a bit.|Ain't much, though.

That should do it.

Do you want me to take that|downstairs for you?

No.

Give us a clue, then.

'Biblical son of Isaac,|five letters.'

Starting with a 'J.'

Jonah.|- Oh, yeah.

No, it ain't.

It's what's-his-name. Jacob.

Are you sure?|- Yeah.

It's a thousand pound prize.

Is it?

No, I ain't sure, then.

Give us another one.

No, I'm gonna go to sleep now.

Right.

I'll be up in a minute.

Night.|- Night.

Are you all right?|- Yeah.

You going downstairs for a bit?

Yeah.|- All right.

Morning, Harold.|- Morning.

You all right?

Sweatin' like a pig, ain't I?

Havin' a breather, Sid?

Ain't you hot, then?|- No.

You're lucky.

Are you working at the weekend?|- Yeah.

Just you and me then, innit?

You make sure you go to bed|early tonight, then, eh?

Mind your elbow, honey.

Looks good.

Hundred and fifty.

Hundred and eighty.

You said one-fifty.

Overnight service, Ron.

Sorry. Drive safe.

You was out of order yesterday,|you know that?

Well out of order.

Yeah?

From over the chip shop?|- Morning.

Deptford. Yeah, I know.

All right, Ron?|- Yeah.

He didn't let you down?|- No, he didn't.

Good.

All right, Nev?|I've got your rent.

That's...sixty.

So where's the rest?|- That's eight pound coins.

Bum ba hole.

Twelve in change.

Where you going with that?|- Sorry, Nev.

I told you already,|I don't deal in shekels.

Go to the bank, man.|Sick in my stomach.

Take two now|and I'll owe you a tenner.

lf you're gonna rent my radios,|show me some respect.

I'll drop it off later.

Give me proper money, man.

I'll phone you when the driver's|outside your house.

Am I being abusive?

Wait. Why you slam down|the phone for?

Boy, you got bad attitudes.

Thank you. Bye.

See ya.

Excuse me.

Thank you.|- You're welcome.

What?|- Nothing.

Got a problem?|- No, I ain't got a problem.

Ain't you?|- Why should I have a problem?

Did you have a good time|last night?

Yeah, I did, actually.

You sure?|- Yeah, I am sure.

Are you?|- Yeah.

That's good.|- Yeah, it's good.

Where did he take you?|- Never you mind.

Somewhere nice?|- It was, actually.

I reckon you got a bit|of a problem.

Like what?

Got a customer.

For f***'s sake.

Good morning.|- Good morning.

Just a Coke, please.

All right.

Just come from work?|- Yeah.

What have you been up to?

Not a lot. Just got up.

What do you have to do,|then, at work?

Cleaning.

You have to wipe down|the old grandads and that?

No. It's not my job.

Who does that, then?|- Carers.

It's disgusting.|Glad it's not my job.

It's better than working here.

Yeah, but at least|I've got a job.

F*** off.

What about when they die?

Well, just gotta|clear out their rooms.

How much you think|it's gonna be?

About fourteen, fifteen.

OK.

Is that all right?

Yeah.

What?|You think I ain't got it?

F*** it. I mean, what...

Is all the stuff that...

I mean, it all, you know.|Like, it was supposed to...

and he was gonna|bring round the...

just f***in'... |I just kept thinkin' too much.

I mean, I don't want to,|you know...

you seem like|a nice bloke. And...

A f***in' wanker, you know?

F***in'... what can you...

are we... round there,|they used to...

See that door there?|It used to open inwards.

Yeah?|- I should have...

should have done something else.

Did you go to bed early, then?

About ten-ish.

Ten-ish? That is early.

I'm starving.

Kettle's just boiled.|- I ain't on my break.

I can't remember the last time|I was in bed by 10:00.

About 1950, I should think.

Half-3:
00, sometimes.

And half an hour later|I'm pacing about.

Then I try again.

Nightmares.

Wake up sweating...

or freezing.

Make meself a cup of tea.

Drop off in the chair.

Here.

I'd give a year's wages|for a good night's sleep.

Thanks.

I'll bet you'll be up late|tonight, though...

with your boyfriend?|Saturday night.

I ain't got a boyfriend.|You know that.

What do you drink, lager?

Yeah.

Couple of pints will do me.

Fish 'n' chips.

Saturday night.

What are you doing?

What does it look|like I'm doing?

I don't know.|That's why I'm asking you.

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