Jet Trash Page #4

Oh, really?

He's coming with me.

MARLOWE:
No. He owes me.

It's supply and demand.

I'm the middle man.

Guys wanna bang girls

and girls wanna stay in the UK.

That's it. Simple.

Don't you play

the martyr with me.

I'm not the one

who married a stranger

for a pound f***ing note.

Why did you try

to f***ing kill her?!

Do something, Lee!

Marlowe!

[EERIE TECHNO LIKE

AMBIENCE BEGINS]

Where am I?

It's okay.

F***.

How are you

feeling? Are you okay?

ADEZE:

What happened?

Sol?

It's okay, it's okay.

Look. Look, I'm really sorry.

Please just, just take

this. You have to disappear.

Where?

Please, look, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

We have to get the

hell out of here, Sol.

[OTHERWORLDY SOUNDS BEGIN]

LEE:
Hi, this is Lee's phone.

Leave a message.

I probably won't get

it, but leave it anyway.

I'm looking for a

guy who's about this tall.

No?

YOUNG MAN:
No. Thanks.

VIX:

Hey.

- Where is he?

- You alright?

Lee?

Marlowe.

What?

Don't bullshit

me, Vix, alright.

Stop pretending that you're here for Lee.

Like you actually give a sh*t about him.

What do you know?

I know you

didn't travel half way

around the world for a reunion.

Now, if you've

f***ed him over again, Vix.

The police took

him. I came back to tell you.

Bullshit.

We went back to your hut.

The police arrested him.

I'm telling you the truth.

- Well, I don't believe it.

- Hey...

- I'm fine.

- Mate, f*** off. Mind yourbusiness, yeah.

- Listen...

- Bruv, who you pushing, man?

[INDISTINCT ARGUING]

Sol!

VIX:

Lee!

Sol!

Cool, yeah. Alright, alright.

YOUNG MAN:

Your friend is an animal!

Wait a minute. Did you hit her?

- No?

- No, no, no. No, no. He didn't hit me.

SOL:

Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Do you believe me now?

She said you got

taken away by the police.

Yeah, yeah.

Someone grassed

that I was selling drugs.

I didn't have it on me

when they picked me up.

Should have seen

them though, man.

I ended up having to give them

everything I made last night.

Everything?

F***ing everything.

I thought you were

looking after Mike?

SOL:
Well, after we took

him to the hospital,

he scared pretty much

everyone there.

We put him in

a room to calm down.

And you just left him there?

Shay said that he knew the two

security guards and they were

gonna get him home safely.

Well he seemed pretty riled when

he held a knife to my throat.

Here, come on, man.

Sh*t.

You okay?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm good.

[LOW FREQUENCY DRONE]

I'll tell you one thing. I'm gonna

sleep for about fifteen hours.

Come on, babe.

LEE:

What?

What the f***?

He's f***ing lost his mind.

Who?

Mike!

I mean he's clearly

still pissed about the cow.

F***ing menace.

Oh no, no, no, no. No, no.

My money's gone.

LEE:

Oh f***.

Well...

I'm not missing much.

Guess that's one

of the only perks

of having f*** all to take.

That was everything.

I'm f***ed.

No, come on,

mate. You're not f***ed.

LEE:

We're alive, aren't we?

F***ing stereo's f***ed.

Stupid f***ing lunatic.

LEE:
Man, we will work something out.

We'll think of something.

LEE:

Trust me, Solomon.

Tell me you didn't.

What?

Tell me how you

paid off those cops.

I already told you

how I paid off the cops.

And I know every f***ing

lie in your playbook, Lee.

Tell me how

you paid off those cops.

Sol! Hang on now a

minute, woah, woah, woah, woah.

I think we should just

take a nice deep breath

before we start

pointing the finger.

...truth, Lee. Alright?

Nice cup of tea before we-

...F***ing truth, Lee.

Tell me the f***ing truth, Lee!

How f***ing dare

you say that to me!

Look me in the eye and tell me

how you paid off the cops, Lee!

What was I supposed to do,

- F***ing hell, Lee!

- Alright? I didn't have a dime. They weren't f***ing around. They were talking about prison!

You lost me everything,

Lee! I've got nothing left!

You lost me everything!

You know what

the worst thing is?

If you had just

been honest with me,

if you had just told me the

truth, I wouldn't have minded.

But this, Lee, this? What

the f*** is wrong with you?!

What was it, like, eight

hundred quid or something?

I will get every penny

back to you, I swear to God.

You owe me so much

more than money, Lee.

The only reason I came here

was to get away from the sh*t

that you put me in.

But you had to follow and

bring all of your sh*t with you.

Everywhere that you go, Lee,

everything that you touch turns

to sh*t. And I'm sick of it.

Your brother was

right about you.

You're nothing but bad news.

Yeah.

[MELANCHOLY AMBIENCE]

Here-Shay's two

friends at the hospital,

what did they look like?

What did they look like?

F*** off, Lee.

No, no, no, no, no. Did one of

them have a big Stetson hat on?

- Sol, just please, please answer.

- Yes, f***'s sake.

And the other

fella had all red sh*t

on his teeth, like

that pan sh*t? Yeah?

So?

It's Shay.

Shay cleaned us out.

Sol! Will you just-

Hey, hey. Where are you going?

Wait here, we'll be back.

Right, you stay here.

Alright?

Just get my money back.

I will.

I'm not saving you this time.

Hi, Lee.

Mr. Lee, how good

to see you. Happy Christmas.

Yeah, not really, mate.

I got arrested by fake police.

Took quite the hiding and

had to give them lots of money.

They looked quite like

these two boys, actually.

Hmm. Come on,

Mr Lee. Don't joke a joker.

Yeah, whatever. Listen,

I need the money back, Shay.

I mean, come on,

it was a f***ing cow.

I'm not kidding

around here, Shay.

Would you just get the

f***ing money, please?

Please, please, please. Mr Lee.

Mr Lee, please stop shouting.

Then maybe the real police'd

like to hear about this.

Yeah? Yeah, boys?

What you smiling

at you f***ing prick?

Shh. And maybe the

real police would like to hear

about you selling

drugs on the beaches.

I like you, Mr Lee. You're

my friend. You entertain me.

And I don't want to find you

washing up in a net

with the other Jet Trash.

[LOW DRONE AND

BELLS LIKE SOUNDS]

Mike?

D'you remember

what you did to me earlier?

You held a knife to my throat.

Do you remember that? Huh? Huh?

Want some advice

from an old soldier?

Don't spend your life running.

Maybe it's time to move on.

Find an ashram that'll

take us in or something.

Do what you want, man.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means as soon as

I'm packed, Lee, I'm gone.

Where?

Wherever you're not.

Sol. Sol, I thought

we were in this together?

I thought we were brothers?

Brothers?

Yeah.

Me and you are

not brothers, Lee.

In your own

twisted little world,

you're trying to be your

brother. And I'm done. I'm done.

I'm so, so sorry.

Sol.

Sol! Sol!

F***. Get off me. Get off me!

F***ing...

MARLOWE:
You remember when I brought

you into this country, Vix?

Good little earner, you were. Do

anything for fifty quid.

Now you should never

have got close to Lee.

That's very unprofessional.

As was all that

business with Adeze.

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