Chicken Page #3

I met someone.

[Fiona clucks]

Fine.

You be like that.

You know,

she's actually a lovely person.

Lovely person, and sh...

We talked about loads of things

like... the tigers.

We talked about...

just loads of things.

I took her to our places.

If you're going to walk away

from me when I'm talking to you,

then...

Good.

Oh, my goodness!

Get down!

Get down, Fiona!

I've had enough of this.

Had enough of this.

- [Polly] Hey.

- Polly, you're back.

Where you been?

- Has that farmer been down here?

- No, no. Where have you been?

I've been sorting sh*t out,

ain't I?

Right, okay. So, we leave him.

- Are we going to say...

- Oh, shut up!

- Yeah.

- Shut up!

- Did you get breakfast?

- Shut up!

I think I sorted us something,

all right?

I met this guy

who works in food.

He supplies food for pubs

and all that sort of stuff.

I think I got us a deal, right?

But now I need you

to do something for me.

Go play your golf

by the scrapyard.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

There's a bike in there.

I need you to grab it for me.

- I need my own wheels.

- Okay. Yeah, I'll sort it.

I'll go and do it

right now. See ya.

- [Polly] Good. Good.

- I'll be back soon.

Good!

[tapping]

[cracks can open]

[tires screech]

- [Annabell] Richard!

- Hello, Annabell.

He hasn't let me hit anyone yet.

You were going to be my first.

Oh, can he get in?

Oh, come on. Get in.

Yeah? I'll get in.

[Annabell] Where are you

heading to then, Richard?

[Richard] Um... Scrapyard.

- Did you know, Kevin...

- Hmm?

...that there are, um,

tigers in the woods?

- Baby ones, right, Richard?

- Yeah, yeah. Only baby ones.

There small. Do you know

what I mean? It's small.

[exhales] And, um...

How's Polly?

Um...

Yeah, he's fine as well.

We've never

actually settled this.

You know, Polly is...

Richard's brother.

Right.

Is Polly hot?

Because I'm going

to need to know, you know,

just so I can make

an informed choice.

Can't go flinging

myself at anyone.

Do you know what I mean?

What does he do?

- Where?

- For work.

Oh, right, yeah.

Um... I don't know.

He just goes scrapyard.

Oh, God.

He must have great hands.

[Richard] See ya.

Just too adorable.

- See you in a bit.

- Bye.

Oh, don't forget to ask

if your brother's hot.

[engine starts]

[thunder rumbles]

[thunder rumbles]

[Richard] Polly!

Polly, I've got the bike!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! This way!

Polly, come on!

What's that?

A... A bike.

[Polly] What?

[Richard] It's the bike.

What's wrong with you?

What d'you mean?

I said, "a bike."

Yeah.

A f***ing motorbike!

You f***ing retard!

[sobs] Please, Polly.

I am stuck

with a f***ing retard!

Please, Polly, don't.

[Richard sobs]

I'm not going to

let you f*** this up for me,

not this time.

I've done my share!

[Polly] Try and follow me,

and I'll bury you, you hear me?

Please, Polly.

I'd do anything for you. Please.

[Polly] My time's up!

[coughs]

[Polly] It's not your fault!

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs]

F***! F***!

[breathes heavily]

[spits]

Sh*t!

- [music playing in distance]

- [screaming]

[screaming]

[Bill] Cheers. Ketchup

is down there. Yes, mate?

[Polly yelps]

Cut yourself?

There's a plaster in there.

[Bill] Yes, mate.

That's a quid, mate.

[cracks can open]

Want a fag?

[generator whirring]

Cheers, mate.

You did a good job.

Cheers.

You on your own?

Yes. It's just...

[clears throat] It's just me.

Can you start next week?

Should be a good earner.

Proper set down job.

Five days solid.

Yeah. That would be nice.

Up to you.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that... Yeah.

After that, stick with us.

All right.

All right.

- [Richard] Annabell.

- [stone clinks]

Annabell!

[shouts] Annabell!

That's the wrong window,

you tit.

Would you come down?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

It is important.

I just need to see you.

Would you come down, please?

[whispers] F***'s sake. Wait.

- What the f***?

- [Richard] No. Hold on. Hold on.

Are you doing a sh*t in my yard?

- I'm not. I'm just doing a wee.

- [Annabell] Oh, my God.

Get up.

[Richard] Finished.

[Annabell] Richard.

[Richard] It was...

It was just a wee.

It's all it was.

- I was just doing a wee.

- Oh, my God.

[Richard groans]

Who did that to you?

No.

Nothing. I just...

No, I just walked into a door.

You know... It's a usual thing.

Who did that?

Would you stop asking

about that, Annabell?

Otherwise, I'll just...

I'll tell your dad

that you've been smoking.

Please be quiet.

Please be quiet. Okay?

Please be quiet.

You're drunk. Give me that.

Why are you drunk?

Why are you drinking that?

I had a dry mouth.

Please, just sit down

for me, okay,

because you're upset

and let me just clean your face.

- Okay?

- It doesn't need cleaning.

- You've got blood on your face.

- It doesn't need cleaning!

[sobs] There's nothing wrong

with my face!

There's nothing wrong with it!

What's your name then,

beautiful?

You know, someone actually

said that to me last week.

Couldn't believe it.

[laughing]

Do you like working

for your dad then?

He isn't my Dad.

Okay.

He isn't my that either,

so you can get that thought

out of your head right now.

- [Annabell] Just here, okay?

- Okay.

[Annabell] Yeah? All right?

Just let me...

Just let me help, all right?

Just one second.

Just sit still. That doesn't

hurt you or anything.

- No, it's fine.

- Just wipe.

- Is that okay?

- Yeah.

- I'm not hurting you, am I?

- No.

Okay.

What happened?

- Come on.

- He's gone.

Polly's gone.

I forgot, I'm sorry.

You forgot what?

I forgot to ask him

if he was hot. [sniffles]

- Richard, where has he gone?

- No.

I want to show

you about something.

I brought this to show you.

There's my dad. That's my dad.

You look at him.

He's a pilot.

Look! Look!

I'm looking. I can see it.

I was... I was happy.

Look at me.

No. Please, stop it.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hold still.

- F***!

If he's gone...

If Polly's gone...

If he's gone, will you go

and find him for me, please?

- Please?

- Okay.

Please go find him for me!

I actually think you'd be

really good together,

you and Polly.

And I could come, couldn't I?

Me, I could... Me.

I could come.

It'd be really nice if I came.

I think you should...

I think you should marry him.

I... I... I don't...

I don't know him, okay?

I don't... I was just kidding.

Annabell, come here.

No.

What?

[sobs] No! Please!

Please don't do that!

Come back!

You're a nice guy.

You know that?

[man] Oi! Get your hands off my girl!

Oi. Oi. All right. All right.

[man] Oi!

[knocking]

No!

No!

Polly, please!

[sobs]

Please!

Please! Please!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Fiona.

Sorry!

No, no, Fiona!

Please!

Please! Please! Please!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please!

Please!

[Annabell] Richard?

Hello?

Hi.

[mumbles] All right?

You must be Polly.

I'm Annabell.

I'm Richard's friend.

Yeah?

What are you doing here?

Um... I'm just

looking for Richard.

Do you know where he is?

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