Ill Manors Page #4

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It doesn't burn

The first time your hand

Warm to the flame

Playing with fire

Bitter and sweet, oh, no

Scorching skin now

Hell on its way

You're playing with

You're playing with fire...

Oi! Come here!

It doesn't burn

The first...

Sit down here, you.

Right, where you been?

- I've been round your house.

- In my house?

- Yeah.

- And where were you going to?

To get you that bio-carbonate stuff,

so you can wash your stuff.

- You ain't got it yet?

- So you can clean your stuff, man.

So you've cleaned the house, yeah?

Is that Michelle still there, is she?

Or did she go?

Erm... She left after you.

Did she?

I don't trust her, though.

I think there's something about that girl.

What do you mean? What's wrong

with her? No one trusts you, do they?

No one trusts you!

You're a crackhead. She's crackhead.

No one trusts 'em.

And you're a smackhead crackhead

like her.

You're both like two peas in a pod.

So just leave her alone.

She's a good shag, anyway.

And you ain't, are ya?

Well, you're not, are ya?

Look at ya. You know where

the chemist is, don't ya?

- It's down the road.

- You're not with it, are ya?

- Yeah-

- Get a f***ing grip!

What have you got to ask for?

Know what you're picking up?

- Bio-carbonate-

- Bio? Bio...

Bio-carbonate of soda,

so you can wash your stuff.

I'm just gonna fetch that.

"Bicarbonate" of soda. If you can't

even say it, how are you gonna get it?

You'd come back with washing powder,

wouldn't ya?

Bio-carb... Bicarb soda.

I don't want any detergent, all right?

I want a simple thing, bicarbonate of soda!

It comes in a little f***ing tin like that!

Not in a big box like that

with "Daz" written on it, or whatever!

OK? And if you don't f***ing

sort it out...

Listen! It's no good

f***ing laughing. Prick!

It's no good laughing!

You want another fix,

what you gonna f***ing do?

- I'm clucking, Kirby.

- Get the f*** out of here!

Look, just drink your tea

and pick up what I want.

- Bi...

- I'll get it!

Carbonate... of... soda.

All right.

I don't want that.

He's breathed all over it.

(Sighs)

Did you tell her we were here?

Obviously, bruv. She's my friend.

I'm goin', cos me and her

don't talk like that.

- Oi, don't go, man. Don't go.

- No, I can't be bothered.

Oi, what about your food, bro?

(Kisses teeth)

- Thank you.

- Who ordered this?

- She did.

- Just eat it, man. Don't worry about it.

Er, excuse me?

Oi, do I know you?

- No.

- Nah.

- You look familiar.

- Really?

You know what they say

about a familiar face.

What do they say?

They say they're the most beautiful people

in the world. Like models and all that.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. Thought of doin' any modeling?

- Nah.

- Why not? You've got the legs for it.

- You think so?

- Yeah! I know so!

And you have.

You'd be a win double, wouldn't ya?

Oh, that sounds nice!

- Yeah, my mate would like you.

- Oh, yeah?

Who's your mate?

Er, his name's Nigel.

He works for... a modeling agency.

You gotta meet him.

Harvey, got a pen and a piece of paper,

mate, please? That's my number.

- Don't give it out to anyone, all right?

- OK.

- You promise?

- Promise.

You'll be in trouble if you do...

Nah, only joking!

All right, see ya later.

- Promise?

- Promise.

You can't break a promise, you know.

(Mouths) Ooh, very nice.

- Is that the b*tch who stole my phone, bruv?

- Yeah, that's her.

It's warm right now. The feds are doin'

rounds up and down. Let me deal with it.

(Police sirens blare)

- Where the f*** is my boy's phone, huh?

- What phone?

Don't f***ing "what phone?" me.

I saw you at f***ing Kirby's.

You was there just before me.

Where the f*** is it? Bring it out.

- I mean, what type of phone?

- How many phones you rob today?

Had my sh*t out on the table.

When I put it back in my bag,

I must have picked it up by mistake.

- Where the f*** is it now?

- At my mate's house.

- Where?

- Just round the corner!

- All right! I'll take you now!

- Yeah! Come on then. Now!

Oi! What you f***in' doin' up there?

(Pants)

Oi! What the f***

are you doing up there?

- Paul, can I have the f***ing phone?

- I ain't got it, mate.

Give me that phone!

Sit the f*** down, bruv.

Sit down, you c*nt!

What the f*** you playin' at, huh?

- I put it in there!

- It ain't in there now, is it?

- Checked them downstairs?

- No.

Come on then!

What are you playin at?

My boy's a mad boy, you know!

I can't control him!

What's goin' on, bruv?

What the f*** is goin' on, bruv?

Start runnin' their pockets, innit?

Bring out a f***in' silver phone!

- What the f*** is goin' on?

- I'm gettin' your phone back.

Come here!

You're getting my phone back, are ya, huh?

Sit the f*** down!

(Shouting)

- I know someone.

- Oh, now you know!

(Shouting)

F*** that!

- She says she knows someone, all right?

- Oi, stand up!

Come on. Move that way.

Are you up for it?

Bruv, are you gonna let her

do this for you?

This was her idea.

How else is she gonna pay me back?

She's a f***ing crackwhore, bruv.

Are you blind?

- I'm just sayin'.

- What?

Just sayin' we ain't lickin' shots out here.

We're prostituting out a girl.

- Let's go.

- Yeah? Come.

Yeah? We'll just leave now

and you can pay me back.

You can have a grand for me

by tomorrow, yeah?

We'll do that then, yeah?

Oh, f***in' hell!

He's not interested.

Let's just go somewhere else.

That dirty c*nt's not interested?

- He's not up for it.

- Are you f***in' mad?

(Sighs)

What's the matter, boss?

You're not interested?

- What, she's no good?

- It's too much.

How much you got?

20?

F*** it. Give it to me.

C*nt.

F***in' cheapskate c*nt!

- He's waitin' for ya.

- But he just said...

Get the f*** in there!

F***in' score, bruv!

(Laughs)

Don't tell me you made her

go in there for 20 f***ing pound?

That's all he was payin'. What?

(Sniffs)

(Plan B) She was once a princess

But now she's a mess

A fiend for a fix like the rest

Soliciting sex from pocketless

But she was a sweet thing nevertheless

Back in the day

Sexually abused as a child

She was always likely to

End up this way

The past lived

In the dark parts of her brain

And only heroin was there

To take away the pain

So she folded the foil and lit the flame

Inhale, exhale out once again

She's on the game

They all know her face

And the standard going rate

Just not her name

With only herself to blame

She lives this hell

But there's a million other girls

Just like Michelle

Out in the streets

With nothin' else to sell

To these desperate males

Other than themselves

So it's no wonder she's a thief to boot

On a constant search

For things that she can loot

What it's worth to her

And what it's worth to you

And the other way round

Vice versa's true

Cos she's an addict

And she's gotta support her habit

And she'll resort to all sorts of antics

Thieving's an impulse

She's always at it

It's automatic

She spares no thought about it

I've been dragging myself

To the lowest low

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