Alleycats Page #2

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Drink first. Drink first.

Go, go.

- Come on! Go, go!

- Calm down.

Alright, mate, you're next.

I told you you've gone soft.

Go, go. So. So. Sol

whoo!

Yo, come here, motherfuckers.

Sh*t!

Jesus.

Whoa, whoa! Wait! Stop there.

Chris!

F***!

Oh, god! Get off me, Jake!

Someone get some f***ing help, man!

Get an ambulance.

Chris? Chris?

Call for help.

Somebody help him. Please.

Yeah, can I have an ambulance, please?

We're on the corner

of Underwood street.

Guys, come on. Go, go, go, go, 9-

- please get help.

- Come on, get out of here.

The police are coming. Guys, come on.

Go, 90. 90. 90. 90. 90!

I'll get a towel.

Get that fixed.

- Rives.

- Yeah.

Courier's dead. Hit-and-run.

He won't be blackmailing you anymore.

Oh, Jesus.

Did anybody see you?

What, what about the police?

Don't worry about the police.

He's just another road traffic statistic

now.

- Tell me you got the footage.

- Still working on that.

- Oh, you said that was the main...

- Look, I had a shot, I took it. Ok?

- Have you destroyed the photos he sent?

- Yes, of course I have.

I'll call you when I have the footage.

Till then, keep your head down,

your hands to yourself

and your cock in your pants, alright?

No drugs, no girls. Someone opens

a bottle of wine, you leave the room.

Till this is sorted,

you play happy families.

Daddy. Daddy.

Mummy says it's time to go.

She looks pretty grumpy.

Oh, well then, we don't want that,

do we?

Alrighty, here we are.

Sorry about that. I just had

a couple of things to finish off.

It's your policy announcement.

Well, don't you two look gorgeous?

What did the police say?

Um...

I gave them the vehicle description,

but...

They don't give a sh*t about us.

They're not gonna find them, are they?

I'm sorry, Danni. It's the truth.

Danni... uh, Danni,

is there anything we can do?

Just give her some space.

F***'s sake...

Not now, man.

Have some respect, will you? F*** off.

- You're not coming?

- I'll catch up with you.

Where are we going? Are we going...?

We're going to...

- Glad to have you back, sis.

- Yeah.

You'd better get some good stuff

on that camera.

Yeah, well, I was thinking about

exercising my thigh muscles.

Bottle of Charnwood cider, mate.

- You alright, boss?

- Alright?

I was just saying

remember that time

when he had to courier in fancy dress

cos he woke up on a bench in...

Ronnie went mental,

he was still cut...

- Are you ok?

- Yeah. He was still in his dress.

He was the worst lady-boy ever,

weren't he?

Getting stuck in his spokes.

- Jake.

- Hey.

- Where's Chris's camera?

- His what?

His camera. Chris always has his camera.

That's more like it.

Will, get her a drink.

No, I don't want a f***ing drink.

My brother always has his camera

on the front of his crash helmet, yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

It wasn't there when the police arrived.

- And?

- It wasn't f***ing there.

What if it recorded what happened?

- It might show who knocked Chris down.

- Take it easy.

It could've got knocked loose in

the crash. Someone could've run over it.

None of you guys saw anything.

F***, you were close enough.

I get you wanna

make something of this, but...

Whoa, Sid, Sid, listen.

Danni, we know this is difficult, but...

We can go back in the morning.

We'll have light,

and we can see what we can find.

It's not gonna be there, is it?

The police have checked.

He's got a point.

Seriously, we gotta stop

filling our heads with this sh*t, guys.

Chris is gone.

He wouldn't want us to be down,

he'd want us to be up and partying,

wouldn't he?

What did he always say? We're nothing if

we're not together. Come on, for Chris.

- Huh?

- Danni, come on. Stay. He's right.

He's right. Chris would want us

together. Have a drink, please.

It's stronger than you think, you know.

Knock yourself out.

Jesus Christ.

Cos that's a great idea.

Yeah, well done.

Yes, come on.

Yes.

- Fair play, girl.

- Go on, have a seat.

Come on, take a seat. Yeah?

Come on, get another one down ya.

Come on.

- Forget about it all.

- You deserved that.

You're next. Stop.

Suze...

Danni?

Danni, are you alright?

Danni... Dan, what?

- Oi.

- Another round?

Look at you.

Freelance ID. I went with Sid.

Excuse me. Sorry, guys.

Oi, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Can you step off the bike, please?

Step off the bike and out of the road.

Step up.

- What's your name?

- Danni. What's your name?

- What have you taken, Danni?

- Nothing.

Nothing. Alright.

Danni, where have you been?

- Nowhere. I've just been...

- Whoa.

- There was a biker following me.

- Hang on, where are you going? Relax.

- Crucifix Lane and Shand road.

- Did you see him? Oh, come on.

- White female, intoxicated...

- There's a biker in the street.

I just want to see if he's there.

- Whoa, whoa. Hang on.

- Can you send back-up for the bike?

- I'm warning you.

- Mate.

- Come on, Lance Armstrong.

- Oh...

Don't even think about being sick.

Look, um, could we stop?

Because I have to go back,

because I have to go and find him.

There's no mention of a biker in any of

the witness statements, including yours.

Because I didn't know he was there,

did I?

Oh, my god, the camera.

He took the f***ing camera.

No, I have to go. Excuse me.

Let me go.

Yeah. Ok, chief.

He killed my brother. I swear to god,

I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

And I'm going to disregard

you said that.

- Easy.

- Ow.

Oh, f***. No, mate, come on.

You gotta let me out, come on.

Please!

See you in the morning, miss Robson,

once your head's clear.

Man, what's wrong with you?

Jesus. Man, I'm gonna f***ing find him!

If she talks to the police

we're f***ed.

We're not gangsters, Sid.

They'll probably

shut down the alleycat too.

- Exactly, f*** that.

- Well, Danni won't talk.

So what's she still doing there?

Showing 'em how to fix a brake pad?

She's off her f***ing nut.

- Who knows what she's saying?

- Sid! Just stop.

We're in this situation because of you.

Hang on a minute. I tried to tell her.

She's a big girl.

- It's just a bit of fun, alright?

- Fun? For who?

Hey, listen, she's probably fine.

- Let him say what he wants to say.

- Jake.

- On.

- What?

No one's there

to protect your girlfriend?

What the f***?

- Get off! F***!

- Come on!

- Get off!

- I'll f***ing murder you.

- Stop, Jake!

- Your missus is right there.

What's wrong with ya?

- Calm down, bro, just...

- Danni's f***ing toxic!

She's trouble,

and you're still her little b*tch!

Our mate is dead, Sid.

He's f***ing dead!

I'm looking out for Danni for Chris.

I owe him that.

We all do!

So if you can't get right with that,

man, just go f*** yourself!

- White. Unemployed.

- Come on. Over there.

Cheers. Thank you.

Ah! It lives.

Right, you. Autograph... here.

You're gonna check it out, yeah?

Miss Robson, we'll do what we can.

A "biker" is not much to go on.

- Yeah, but the camera...

- If it turns up, we'll call you.

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