Jet Trash Page #3

Listen, we have to go,

right. We have to... woah, woah!

LEE:

For f***'s sake!

Mike!

LEE:

Sol, d'you see that?!

Come on, come on.

We gotta move the cow.

SOL:

Stop messing around.

SOL:

Come on, man. Let's go, come on.

SOL:

Right, you ready?

Oh, this is some

bad karma sh*t, man.

SOL:
Don't, don't start

with that sh*t, Lee.

One.

Two.

Three.

No, I can't, I can't,

I can't f***ing touch it.

It's dead, I can't touch it.

We gotta move it, man.

We can't leave it here.

Yeah, but we've already got

rid of the bike. So it doesn't

- We can't leave it here!

- matter, no one's gonna...

- Mike!

- Oh, sh*t.

Mike, you f***er!

He could be up a tree,

he could be in some holy temple

or some holy cave or just

disappeared up his own arse.

Nah, he will have

gone to the party, Lee.

Maybe he just

forgot about what happened.

Nah, f*** that.

You think the

girl's Vix, don't you?

That's why you crashed the bike.

No. The cow just came out of

nowhere, just smashed into me.

- Bollocks, Lee...

- You know...

I can read you like

a f***ing book, alright.

ADEZE:

Running away.

MARLOWE:

Fifteen grand.

I'm sorry.

LEE:

Trust me, Solomon.

MARLOWE:

It's supply and demand.

Gimme a line.

Really?

Merry f***ing Christmas!

[UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC]

It's Christmas time again

And as always,

it feels the same

Merry Christmas,

brother. Wish you were here.

[LIGHT AIRY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]

She wouldn't screw him.

Not another one.

Kept screaming.

Alright?

Look, let's waive that tonight.

I've got a little

favour I need to ask you.

You want me to

dump it in the lake?

'Fraid so. It's a crying shame.

I mean, where is it?

You pop that into your, satnav,

you'll be laughing, alright?

Hey, wh-what about-

Don't ask any questions, Lee.

[LOW RUMBLING]

Mike.

Mike.

Mike!

Mike, you can't f***ing swim!

[DRAMATIC WESTERN LIKE MUSIC]

What are you,

what are you doing here? Huh?

Mike?

Mike, you alright?

Mike.

Mike, you alright? Good?

F***er can't swim.

Mike?

Is he okay?

Think we need to

go to a hospital.

We can't put him on a bike.

Let's take him in my truck.

Thanks again, Shay. Thank you.

You should probably

get checked out too, man.

No, no, no. I'm fine.

Alright, can I talk

to you for a second, Lee?

You stay here.

Hey, what is she

doing here, man?

Come on, how's

that for a welcome, huh?

Mate, I'm serious.

Oh, maybe she

just came here to see me.

You know, is

that so hard to believe?

Look, just stay here

till I get back, alright?

Yeah, man, I will. No worries.

Good luck, Mike.

Feel better, man.

Cheers, Shay.

I just can't believe you came.

Needed to get away.

Yeah?

[EERIE TRIBAL AMBIENCE]

SOL:
Mike, Mike! Chill,

relax, it's okay.

We're good,

you're safe, okay?

He killed a cow. He

killed a cow! You, you saw it!

Mike. Mike, chill!

It's all good, okay?

[PULSATING TECHNO SOUNDS]

SHAY:
I know the two

security guards.

SHAY:

They'll get him home safely.

[DRAMATIC ATMOSPHERIC AMBIANCE]

Ohm manhe padme hum.

Ohm manhe padme hum.

Who is it?

Mike? Where's, where's Sol?

He left me at the hospital.

I want my Ganesh.

H-how are you

feeling man, are you okay?

W... Woah, woah, woah!

Ask me why I

want my stuff. Ask me.

Why do you

want your stuff, Mike?

To perform a resurrection

on the cow we hit. And on you.

You two enjoy yourselves.

I have to go.

What?

Please.

[DOOR KNOCKS]

Oh, for f***'s sake.

I don't f***ing care.

I swear to f***ing God, Mike.

Knife or no

knife, I'm gonna kill ya.

RED TEETH:

Mr. Lee?

No.

STETSON:

Come on.

- No, no.

- Come out!

Get your hands off me.

- Vix, Vix!

- Come on!

Get your hands off me!

You have killed a cow.

What?

You have killed a cow.

This is very serious.

Wait, wait, who? Who told you?

- Will you confess, huh?

- What?

This is very serious crime.

No, no, no,

no, no, no. I don't confess.

The village

people are very angry.

Where are we going?

You're going to prison. It's

not like your country, no TV.

I have heard in your

country, people do not work.

Government give them money.

Yeah, well,

some people sort of.

They give you

dole money but it's not much.

They expect you

to live on sixty pounds.

That's the equivalent

of five thousand rupees.

A year?

A week.

No, no, no, no, no,

no. In my country, I'm saying,

I'm very poor.

Are you married?

Yes.

Yeah? You have children?

Three children.

Yeah? D'you have a picture?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Hey!

Don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me, please!

[EERIE AMBIENCE]

LEE:

Hey, Vix!

D'you want a lift home?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What d'you think

of my new wheels?

Oh, come on. It's cold.

Please let me give you a lift?

Just wait.

Wait.

At your service, Madame.

This is not

really your car, is it?

Nah, it's a mate's.

I just wanted to impress ya.

You didn't have to. I don't

care what car you drove, Lee.

No?

No. Or what job you did,

or how much money you earned

or how many gadgets you had.

No?

No. You care too

much about that stuff.

Yeah?

I see you now, pally

with Marlowe. It's funny.

You're caught up

with the things, Lee.

And people get so

caught up with the things,

they forget what's important.

Yeah, yeah.

Money, and all that.

Yeah.

- Hmm?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hmm?

I have to say goodnight.

- Yeah, but-

- I have to go.

One.

Yeah?

[CAR ALARM SOUNDS OFF]

I've got it.

Adeze?

A-

Vix? Vix!

LEE:

Sol?

Lee?

LEE:

He told me to dump the car, man.

Oh, what the f***?

Lee?

I'm sorry, mate.

I didn't know she was

in the back and...

...didn't know where else to

bring her. She's...

- Calm down.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just put her down. It's fine.

She okay?

LEE:
I think she's

still breathing.

Hey, what the f*** is this?

How could he

f***ing do this to me, man?

I told you that

sleazy f*** was trouble.

What the f*** is that?

I can't let this slide, Lee.

Listen, don't even think

about that now. Let's just...

I can't f***ing

let this slide, Lee.

Well, let's just go

when we have a head start.

You can't go back there.

Sol, for f***'s sake.

[LOW DRONE SOUND]

SOL:
Your brother would have never

let him get away with this.

Distract him. And I'll make sure

he never thinks

about running girls again.

Just bullshit him about the

car, get him into the corridor.

Then I'll teach him a lesson.

RAY:

Oh, look who it is.

You alright, Marlowe?

Hop in.

Nah, I'll give it a miss.

Just get in the Jacuzzi, Lee.

[LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL SOUNDS]

Yeah.

MARLOWE:
Ah, you're not

regretting it now, are you?

So d'you take care of that

little piece of business?

LEE:

Yeah.

Yeah, all good. Just straight

to the bottom, you know.

Nobody saw you?

No, no, no. No,

I mean, there was no one there.

No one around.

Wait for it.

So someone could have seen ya?

No. No, uhm...

Just kidding.

Come on, let's dry off.

It's very important when

you get out to dry yourself off.

Cos you don't

wanna catch a cold.

- No. - You know?

- Yeah. Alright, man.

You're a terrible liar, Lee.

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