Human Traffic Page #7

- Okay. Are you ready?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- All right.

- [ Jip Narrating ] You're gonna

regret this in the morning, Jip.

I am sexually paranoid.

I'm sexually paranoid.

I'm sexually paranoid.

Welcome to the '90s, Jip.

Seriously. Sorry. Go on.

Well, I kiss girls and all, yeah?

And it's fine.

And as soon as I sense

that they want sex,

I just make my f***ing excuses

and I'm out of there, man.

- I know. It's pathetic.

I know it is.

- No, no.

Everything happens

for a reason, Jip.

Yeah, but this is not me, Lu.

Do you know what I-- This is not me.

Give me an example.

- An example?

- Mm-hmm.

All right. Uh--

What had you been doing?

Well, I was stoned.

Absolutely stoned out me trumpet, man.

- You just do not look

like you're enjoying this at all.

- I know, I know.

- Listen to this, listen to this.

- [ Thinking ]

She's more experienced than you.

She's gonna see your cock soon.

Say she's disappointed.

Stop thinking this sh*t!

Come on. You're gonna

f*** the arse off her.

She's gonna love it.

Say if you lose it during sex.

I bet she's had some

amazing shags in her time.

Oh, shut up, shut up!

Oh, no. F***. Oh, it's going down.

- Oh, God, please,

please do me this solid.

- [ Yelling ]

- [ Laughing ]

- Listen to this, listen to this.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm, I'm fine. Uh.

Just a bit tired,

that's all. Sorry.

- I've never had that

happen to me before.

- She's making it worse, man!

It was my fault. If it wasn't

for the way my head was thinking,

everything would've been fine. You know what I mean?

That is bollocks.

We're not f***ing robots.

There's no rules to sex.

I've gotta get up in the morning.

I'd better go, okay?

Um, okay.

[ Chuckling ]

Oh, no.

Now she's paranoid.

She thinks it's to do with her.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. I'll, I'll

give you a call, yeah?

Bye.

All I could think was--

F*** me.

I'm impotent.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, poor baby.

Come here.

[ Club Music Playing ]

[ Jip Narrating ]

The present has gone.

Fantasy is a part of reality,

and we take the brakes off.

We're thinking clearly,

yet not thinking at all.

And this feels right.

We stop trying

to control things.

Warm rush of chemicals

through us.

We're fluctuating.

Is this brain damage?

We forget all the pain

and the hurt in life.

We wanna go somewhere else.

We're not threatened

by people anymore.

All our insecurities

have evaporated.

We're in the clouds now.

We're wide open.

We're spacemen

orbiting the Earth.

Yeah, the world

looks beautiful from here, man.

We're nympholeptics

desiring for the unobtainable.

We risk sanity for moments

of temporary enlightenment.

So many ideas.

So little memory.

The last thought killed

by anticipation of the next.

We embrace an overwhelming

feeling of love.

We flow in unison.

We're together.

I wish this was real.

We want a universal

level of togetherness...

where we're comfortable

with everyone.

We're in rhythm.

Part of a movement.

A movement to escape.

We wave good-bye.

Ultimately,

we just wanna be happy.

Yeah. Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

Hang on.

What, what the f***

was I just talking about?

[ Laughing ]

[ Jip Narrating ]

Koop is having severe trouble

adjusting to the love boat, man.

Everytime we go out,

he's always gonna spoil it for himself.

And it's painful to see

what's his p*ssy ahead through.

He gets jealous of men

even looking at Nina.

You know, he feels threatened

by any bloke that speaks to her.

Nina knows a lot of people.

I mean, she's a really

affectionate character.

But she's fallen for Koop

in a big way.

He's so f***ing lucky, man.

I'd do anything to have what he's got.

But he's stupid, you know?

He's f***ing it up with his male ego.

He gets paranoid

with everyone, man.

Sh*t, he even gets it

with his mates.

[ Thinking ]

You wanna f*** her, don't you?

- No.

- Don't f***ing lie to me.

You've been staring at her arse

for the last ten minutes.

Yeah, all right. Fair play, Koop.

But f*** me, she's horny as f***.

I mean, I ain't gonna do nothing, am I?

She's your bird, for f***'s sake.

Yeah, that's right.

She's my bird. My f***ing bird.

Do you understand that?

So stop looking at her.

Yeah, alright, Koop, mate. Yeah, alright.

I'm just checking around, mate,

like on the others, right?

Yeah, but she's not all the f***in' others.

She's mine!

- You can't stop me

looking at her, Koop.

- How dare you...

imagine fancying Nina,

you c*nt, Moff!.

Hold up a minute. Hold up.

What are you, the f***ing

thought police or something?

What this, what?

Listen, Moff, you can look at

any other girl in here.

Pick 'em. There's plenty

to choose from. Just not her!

Yeah, Koop.

I'm with you 100%, mate.

But, I mean,

how do I know the next bird

ain't gonna have a bloke?

No, no, f*** that, Moff.

F*** it!

Because it wouldn't matter to

you anyway. You'd still imagine

f***ing her, wouldn't you?

Yeah. Do you know why you know

the answer to that, Koop?

Why do I know that, Moff?.

Why do I know?

Because you're just the same

as the rest of us, mate.

- So, babe, was it

f***ing proper or what?

- I had a sh*t hot time.

Listen, there's a party

happening in Super Ely, all right?

- Yeah, I know.

I'm going with my mates.

- What mates?

- My mates.

- Nice one, Lee. I'll see you

in the wheels, all right, man?

True, man.

Nice, nice.

- I'll see you in a bit, yeah?

- Yeah.

Who the f***

are those dodgy f***ers?

Lee?

- [ Coughing ]

- [ Laughing ]

Virgin toker, is it, Lee?

No, you wanna stick with me, Lee.

I'm like f***ing Ziggy Marley or something, man.

I'm telling you.

No, I'm Ziggy Marlon.

Ziggy Marlon's in tha motherfucking house!

Sorted, man.

Workin' the f***ing Herb man.

I smoked enough thai, weren't it be?

Not with these pussies, man, I'm telling you.

- Have you f***! - I know I am.

- Man, don't f***ing trip!

You're the one who's trippin', mate.

You've got a f***ing kiddies lung.

See man, I was doin' buckets, see,

when you was a twitch in your father's nutsack.

- Not at all. - See, you idiot.

- Not at all! - See, you idiot!

- What you're on about?

- What you're on about, man?

- What you're on about?

- Who the f***'s on about?

- What you're on about?

- Well, I know who's on about, and you're on about.

- He's been smoking longer than you.

- What the f*** you're on about?

What you're on about?

- Your mother! Your mother!

- What you're on about? - You bumberclot!

[ Music Playing:
Degrees of Motion Shine On ]

...Shine on (shine on)...

...Let the light of love

grow stronger, oooh...

...Shine on (shine on)...

...You're the sun in my heart,

a flame in the dark...

...So let the light of love

shine on.

- [ Continues Indistinct ]

- F***in' hell, mate. It's like

a f***ing video game, this.

F***ing lights and sh*t everywhere.

[ Laughs ]

Whoo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I know you gonna dig this!

Oh, yeah, baby.

Come on, come on.

- Come on!

- [ Indistinct Chattering, Shouting ]

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