Ill Manors Page #3

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And maybe the old bill will leave you alone.

Yeah, I doubt it.

- F***!

- (Ed) Yes, yes!

Yeah, yeah.

- What the f*** are these lot doin' out here?

- Huh?

What the f*** are them lot doin'?

What's goin' on?

- Nothin', man.

- You all right?

- They charge you?

- Nah. Still kept me overnight. What's this?

- Just a little piece, innit?

- Where's the rest?

Back at the spot.

I ain't gonna f***in' walk around with it.

- Let's f***in' blitz, bruv. Got my phone?

- Nah, I'm getting' it now.

- What do you mean you're getting it now?

- Huh?

- Where's my phone, bruv?

- I let Kirby use it to make a call, innit?

So it's at Kirby's house?

Some crackhead

must have took it out of the house.

- Some crackhead took it out the house?

- Yeah. I know who she is.

I ask you to do one f***ing thing for me

and you lost my phone?

- Just use my phone and-

- Why am I gonna use your phone, hm?

How are my cats gonna call your phone

when they don't know your number?

Kirby's bellin' me now. Yeah?

Yeah. Is it definitely her?

What's goin' on?

She better be there

when I come down.

What the f*** is going on, bruv?!

Safe. Bruv, it's there.

Shall we go and sort it out?

She's got my phone?

On her right now?

- Yeah, let's go!

- Come on!

- What have I f***ing done to you?

- Don't f***ing talk to me, bruv!

Don't f***ing talk to me!

(Girl) ..like a half hour.

Look at all these f***ers.

We go back a week early

and they're all chillin', like...

- Oi, Jody...

- What?

- How old are you?

- 15. Why?

- One more year till I can f*** you then.

- F*** off, man!

F***, man.

- Safe, man.

- All right. Cool, yeah?

- You get the dough?

- Yeah. It's my mum's.

I feel bad, innit?

- I told you I'll pay you back later.

- But how are you gonna to get the money?

I told you. I'll just rob someone, innit?

What if you don't find anyone?

My mum will be angry if I can't-

- Wanna get some weed or not?

- Yeah!

Well, then trust me, innit?

I'll only be a minute!

- You change your clothes?

- No.

Yes, you did. You was wearin'

the Black King tracksuit earlier.

I spilt something on it. What's the problem?

I can't change my clothes.

- What did you spill on it?

- Nurishment.

Safe, man.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

Can't see I'm talking? You d*ckhead!

- What do you want?

- I want some weed.

Does it look like

a man's blotting over here?

Come on, man.

Why are you always darkin' me for?

- Where's the money?

- It's here, man.

(Laughter)

What?

I want some weed, man.

- What weed?

- So why did you take the 20 then?

What 20? I didn't see no 20.

Hey, get off me, man!

He's a yoot, man. He's gonna start crying.

Give him a chance, man.

Allow me, man.

I just want my weed, man.

Allow it, man. Come on, man.

- All right. You want some weed, yeah?

- Yeah.

- You want weed?

- Yeah.

Where's your...?

Is he your 9'-IV?

Your guy over there.

Your guy with the beat-up Astroturfs.

That's not my friend, man.

That's not my guy.

I got him to steal the money from his mum

so I could pick up the draw, innit?

- So he's not your guy, no?

- No.

Go over there and smash him in

and I'll give you your weed.

He-he's not your guy. Go on. Do it.

Man, I can't do that, man.

Bruv, he's done told you! Go smack

him up and you'll get your sh*t, man!

So you gonna do it?

(indistinct chatting)

Get the f*** out of here,

you d*ckhead! You pussyhole!

Move, man! You f***in' idiot!

That's why you get parred!

Cos you roll with man like that!

What the f*** do you think this is?

Just allow it, bruv. Look at him, man.

- Nah, man. He's been coming around...

- Come on, bruv. Look.

He's baitin' me up, bruv.

You got bait. F***ing bait...

Let's be honest now.

You lot, shut up, man.

Hey-

Have you got the weed?

(Shouting)

Ooh!

(Shouting)

(Boy) 'Bang him in the back!'

(indistinct shouting)

Bang him, man!

(Shouting)

(Boy) He's still runnin'! He's still runnin'!

You lot are hard.

That's what I'm talkin' about, bruv.

That's how we move.

Come on, man. Let's talk!

Yo, now you're rollin' with me, yeah?

April, come here.

- We gotta change these clothes, though.

- Why?

They're not working.

They're too bright. You stand out.

See why I'm always in black?

People can't pick me out.

Don't worry, man.

We're gonna go shoppin'.

Get you some new garms,

go to the shops and get you some p*ssy.

You feel me?

Playing with fire

It doesn't burn

The first time your hand

Warms to the flame

Playing with fire...

Firework!

Bitter and sweet, oh, no

Scorching skin now

Hell on its way

Playing with fire...

(Laughter)

Whoa!

(Marcel) Bruv, I'm tellin' you that party

was off the chain, bro.

Nah, f*** that, bruv.

Did you see that...?

Oi, what did you do with that girl.

Did you f*** her?

What girl?

What the ting you was

all loved up on?

What you on about, man?

- You d*ckhead!

- Shut up and come on!

(Kisses teeth)

Nah, but that party was still sick, though.

(indistinct chatting)

(Pigeons flapping)

(Breathing heavily)

- You d*ckhead!

- What the f*** is that smell, man?

(Laughter)

- You f***ing idiot!

- He pissed himself.

Jammin' in your own piss, you pussyhole!

(sobs)

Stop f***ing moving, you d*ckhead!

(Groans)

OK. Look at this f***in' pussyhole!

'Look in the camera!'

(Music starts)

Right, I'm goin' for a piss.

(Sobs) Please, man...

You think you can pick up drugs off me,

long me off and go to someone else?

Where the f*** is my money?

(Plan B) J' He's just a kid

But he feels like the man today

He joined a gang today

Been at a house party around the way

Doing illegal sh*t but he's just a kid

Still he's in luck today

He got a f*** today

Yeah, he bust his very first nut today

In some stupid b*tch

Today's moving quick

So quick if you wear the wrong shoes

You'll slip

Better keep up with the tempo

With the click

Cos they on some sick sh*t, bruv

Kidnapping wannabe rich-kid thugs

And no doubt now Jake's only mission

Is to better his position in Marcel's gang

It's a competition

To a little man with a disposition

Holier than thou he was born a Christian

All he worships now is the nihilism

Wise men will tell you

That with age comes wisdom

And you can't be saved by religion

Unless you have faith

So it makes no difference to the youths

That are raised in the system

Who don't have age on their side

Or any positive role models in their lives

That provide insight

So they ain't gonna listen

As for Jake

He's already made his decision

Now he's just another poster boy

For David Cameron's Broken Britain

Shut up! Don't speak back!

You pussyhole!

Man up, fam!

(sobs)

(Boy 2) F***in' pussyhole! Look at him!

Oi, come on. Let him have a drink.

His cousin's coming to bring the money.

Where's your f***in' heart?

He's been here for f***in' two days!

(Screams)

It's f***in' piss!

You f***in' b*tch! You f***ing...

(Groans)

That's what I'm sayin'!

(Shouting)

All right, all right!

(sobs)

Playing with fire

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