Catch Me Daddy Page #3

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- 'I need to call an ambulance.'

Never mind the ambulance, Laila.

Get out of the caravan.

Leave your brother.

Get out of the caravan.

Laila.

For f***'s sake...

F***!

You b*tch.

Come on.

I just chased the b*tch all over there.

F***ing done my ankle in.

Daft little b*tch, man.

Now what?

Who? Zaheer?

Are you being serious?

Oh, no, no.

You know we're f***ed now.

F***ing...

Laila. F***! Laila, are you OK?

- Aaron.

- Laila, you're OK. OK? Shh.

- Shh, you're OK.

- We have to go back.

- Shh. Here, listen.

- We need to go back.

We can't go back, right?

We can't go back. Shush. Shh.

We need to ring an ambulance.

If you ring an ambulance, it's gonna

bring 5-0 and who will they blame?

You. You, Laila.

- Do you trust me? Do you trust me?

- Yeah.

We have to go. We have to go now.

We have to go. Right?

We have to get a bus

and we have to get out of town.

We have to go get a bus.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Stupid Pakis, man.

Stupid fucks.

F***!

I can't just leave him.

Alright. Go on.

Acapulco's, we could go there.

We could just... We could stay there.

F***ing hell.

It's Craig. Leave a message.

Craig, listen, mate.

I need help, alright?

Give me a phone as soon as you can,

mate. Alright? Cheers, pal.

Stop the car, stop the car!

She's gone into that club over there.

F*** me.

- It's Craig. Leave a message.

- F***'s sake.

- Hey, Vicky!

- Hi!

Can you help me?

Get off me!

Barry!

F***ing prick! Oi!

F***, man.

F***ing drive.

Dopey sausage, man.

Get f***ing rid of him, man.

- What happened?

- F***ing kicked off.

F***ing prick.

Bloody hell.

Oh, sh*t.

Hello?'

OK.

Sh*t.

- Can I get a taxi to Leeds, mate?

- Yeah, get in the first one, mate.

Right, cheers, mate.

Hello?

- You two from round here, then?

- No, mate.

Apparently it went off

in that club Acapulco there tonight.

- Did it?

- Yeah. It went off.

Some f***ing bald f***er

got his head kicked in.

Oh, I'm f***ing knackered, I am.

I don't want to be too philosophical

and all that but...

You know, you're working, know

what I mean? You're dealing with people,

and then at home, you know what I

mean, I'm dealing with the missus,

dealing with your folks,

dealing with the kids.

They're annoying, you know

what I mean? They're so annoying.

That's what my kids are. But I love 'em

to bits, I'll be honest with you.

I wouldn't change them for the world,

but, you know, come mealtimes,

it's like, "Eat your dinner.

Eat your dinner. Eat your dinner."

And they just look at you. And you go,

"What the f... What are you looking at?"

"Just eat your dinner."

"I don't want you to look at me,

I just want you to eat your dinner."

You know... Basically, I do everything

for my family, do you understand?

And there's no... There's nothing

about me no more, you understand?

Your life's become

all about everybody else.

And you've been doing it so long,

know what I mean?

People say to me, "What do you do?"

and all that.

I go, "To be honest with you,

I don't even know what the f*** I do."

You just do what you do, innit?

So are you two on a mission, yeah?

No.

No?

- Laila, what's he saying?

- Uh?

- What are you saying, pal?

- Oh, nothing, my friend, just talking.

Just shut the f*** up

and drive the car, eh?

No problem, man, no problem.

- Where are you going?

- I'm just going this way.

No. Listen, go back on that other road.

Get back on the other road.

- Mate, this is the way we go, honest.

- Turn back and go on the other road.

- Just turn around here, mate.

- Give me a sec, yeah?

- You know what? Just pull in, mate.

- I will do. Just give me a second.

- F***ing pull in!

- Aaron!

Do what I'm f***ing telling you!

Pull in!

- F***!

- Leave him!

Pull in!

Laila, get out the f***ing motor.

Come here, you f***ing...

The f***!

F***ing...

You f***ers!

- Are you OK?

- F***! Do I f***ing look OK?

Look at my f***ing eyes!

What the f*** were you saying to him

in the taxi?

- Nothing.

- What the f*** were you saying to him?

Nothing.

Bullshit.

We'll f***ing move. Go higher.

Get a f***ing signal.

Hurry up!

Craig. Thank f***. Listen.'

Listen, mate, I'm in a f***ing rattle.

Turn that down.

Go somewhere you can f***ing hear

me.

I'm in a f***ing rattle.

This is serious.

Where the f*** are they?

Laila.

Come on.

Laila. Move. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

F*** it.

What happened, then?

Give me a light.

Give me some cowie.

I don't have any cowie.

I know you've been f***ing sniffing.

Give me some cowie.

If I had some, I would give you some.

I don't f***ing have any.

Listen, give me some f***ing cowie

now.

F***ing lying prick.

I've seen your face

In every place that I'll be going

I read your words like

black hungry birds read every sowing

Rise and fall

Spin and call

And my name is Carnival

Sad music in the night

Sings a scream of light

out of chorus

And voices you might hear

Appear and disappear in the forest

Short and tall, throw the ball

And my name is Carnival

The fat woman frowns...

- ls Aaron in?

- No, he's not in.

I said he's not in. He's not...

No, he's not.

Shut the...

Outside your iron gates

with one wish granted

Colours fall...

Look at the phone. Look at the phone.

Play the game of Carnival

That's that then, eh?

That's f***ing that.

- She'll turn up eventually.

- Eventually? For f***'s sake.

I didn't sign up for a long game.

I'm not in it for that.

I just need to get paid, mate.

- Job ain't finished.

- Finished?

You said we just need

to scoot around these shithole towns,

find this silly b*tch

and take her back to her dad.

That was your exact words on the phone.

Yeah, things f***ing change.

I need to get the f***ing dough.

- And?

- And you said it was going to be easy.

And?

And so it f***ing isn't easy

and I haven't been paid.

- And?

- For f***'s sake.

You took my last f***ing bit of coke.

There's no f***ing money.

You f***ing carry

on talking to me like that,

I'm gonna batter you in your mouth.

- F***ing running...

- I'm f***ing do you a favour.

You're getting f***ing paid

at the end of it.

Keep your f***ing mouth shut and drive.

This is f***ing shite.

This is just a nonsense.

I'm gonna ring Junaid, yeah,

and get him to ring the old man.

Why don't you get in touch

with the old man?

I just f***ing said I'm gonna ring

Junaid and get it sorted.

When the f*** do I get my money?

The old man talks to Junaid,

Junaid talks to you

and you don't tell me f*** all.

I'm last in f***ing line here.

It's a pile of shite.

F***ing silly old c*nt.

Hello?

Is that Aaron?

- Hello?

- 'Listen...

'We've got your mum.

'Call the police, we chop her up

and put her in bags.

'Bring us the girl

and we'll let her go.

'Do you understand me?'

- Craig?

- Er, I couldn't hear him.

Probably raggin' it, isn't he?

Aye.

Please pick up.

'Hi. It's Lindsay.

Leave a message.'

Come on, pick up. Please pick up.

Answer me.

Please, man.

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