Narcopolis Page #2

Come on. You look down, bruv.

Let me sort you out.

Calm the f*** down!

We call you people

rogue addiction traders.

RATS.

Might give you some clue as to how

I feel about you offering URDs to me.

Are you Dreck, man? Sh*t!

And I'm void.

Your worst nightmare.

All right, keep your sense of humour.

I was only joking.

You think this is funny?

Think this is funny?

Please, stop.

Please, please.

Thanks for the free samples.

'... with the CEO

Todd Ambro unavailable for comment,

"'The Central Show"

caught up with his wife Ellen. '

'Todd is... he's so active.

So committed.

'He would've loved to have been here,

but there's so much to take care of. '

- 'Personal guarantee?'

- 'Well, exactly. '

'Ellen, tell us,

what do you say to people

'who accuse the Ambro Company

of aggravating the situation

'rather than helping it?'

'Look, in any society, you'll always have

people harking back to the good old clays.

'If by "the good old days",

those people mean a time

'when children were scoring

unregulated narcotics on street corners,

'and injecting themselves

into their stomachs,

'then you can have your golden age.

'The reality is that people

are much happier now,

'and that's what's important. '

'OK, are you sitting comfortably, Frank?

I'll give you ten minutes.

'Tell me what you know. '

White male. Late-20s.

Only distinguishing mark,

small scar on his right arm.

Like an old gunshot wound. Unrelated.

'Probably did it when he was a kid.

Go on. '

Judging by the mess he made,

I'd say PCD was suicide,

but I've got no weapon and an E6

on LRD and DNA, so I'm just guessing.

'There are traces of alloy here where

a one-inch section has been removed. '

- By the bullet?

- 'Bullets are lead. This is surgical. '

- Surgery?

- 'Seems that way. Check this out.

'On the other side,

there's what looks like a needle hole.

'It stretches back to the eye socket.

'The needle seems

to have planted a hostile enzyme

'into the cells in the hippocampus.

'It looks synthetic. Maybe

a biotech parasite. It's hard to say.

'But it might explain why he was so hot. '

So is this a URD or not?

'If this is a drug,

it's like nothing I've seen before.

'Licensed or unlicensed. '

- What's that noise?

- 'Oh, that? I'm acclimatising. '

- For what?

- 'I got my transfer, man.

'To a rural detail. Can you believe it?

I'm getting out of this city. '

Congratulations, Eddie.

- 'That is not right. '

- What?

'Still no DNA match, both networks.

'Incredible. Get me something else from

the crime scene. I can't work with this. '

Forget it. I've gotta do this by the book

these days, Eddie. You know that.

'Come on, man.

My life just got interesting.

'Don't you get it?

'Even if this kid killed himself, somebody

showed up and took a piece of his brain.

'There's gotta be something. A trace

of them back in the storage locker. '

'Ambro Infinity lasts up

to five times longer than our rivals.

- 'If you want safe play... '

- Hi.

'... you have to play safe. Only Ambro

products carry my personal guarantee.

'Ambro, playing safe. '

Put your hands where I can see them.

Hey!

- Where is he?

- Where's who?

Where's who?

Stay there!

Wait! Hold up!

- 'Dad!'

- What are you still doing up?

- 'I can't stop reading that book. '

- Have you finished it yet?

'Nearly. When I do,

can you get me another one?'

Tell me what you liked about it.

'Well, this guy invents a time machine

and he travels to the future,

'which is ruled by these scary

sort of ape people who live underground.

- 'They're called Morlocks. '

- Morlocks, eh?

'And they feed on these other people,

who are like the good people called Eloi. '

Great.

Well, tell me when you're finished.

How's your mum?

'She doesn't know I'm still awake. '

I won't tell her, I promise.

- 'Are you all right?'

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I just hurt my shoulder. It's nothing.

Keep talking to me.

- 'What shall I talk about?'

- Dunno. Finish the story.

The thing is we had no idea

whether he was telling the truth or not.

- So how did you find out?

- The smell.

- Smell?

- Yeah.

- Piss.

- No way.

Yeah, it's true.

The hardest motherf***er in the city is

pissing himself right there like a baby.

And as it turns out

it wasn't even nerves.

The f***er was incontinent!

Right, we'd better do this.

- Let's make it quick, all right?

- You got somewhere better to go?

Yeah. Maybe.

So tell me, how does it work

with that girl of yours, Leona, huh?

Do you load up on your whore and then

crawl home to the arms of your Madonna?

- She is not a whore. She is a skin.

- Same difference where I come from.

That's perhaps the reason why the only

person you get to f*** is yourself.

Touched a bit of a nerve.

Does Angie know you like

a bit of a fondle now and then?

F***ing shut it, all right?

All right, just...

Let's focus on the job, yeah?

My point exactly.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- You can party when you've finished.

I need someone I can rely on.

What the f***'s that...?

Where the f*** are you going?

We'll shout if we need you.

Oi! Oi, f*** Off!

F***...

F*** you now!

F*** you.

Yeah, f*** you!

F*** you.

F*** you.

Oi! Wake up!

Nolan needs backup now!

- Grieves, where were you?

- Shut the f*** up!

- Get me out of this!

- I said shut up!

Take the f***er down!

Take the f***er down! Take him down!

Hey, wake up.

Hey! Wake up.

Hold still.

- What are you doing?

- My job. I'm a Dreck.

No!

Hold still, hold still,

hold still, hold still.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Sh*t.

So are you gonna tell me what

you were doing down there last night?

You and your little friend

forget to pay your dealer?

- My little friend?

- The dead guy.

The stiff.

He's dead?

You would be

if you had half of your face missing.

Do you know him?

So he was your friend.

My condolences.

F*** you!

Mess with that unlicensed sh*t,

it only ends one way.

- We don't do that. He didn't do that.

- No?

Don't lie to me! Your arteries

are not good enough for you now?

You and your boyfriend pump

that sh*t into your brain?

No!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I ran out of juice.

Let me get to the car.

They work for Ambro.

'Gonna let me in on the joke?'

What joke?

'Where you break into the storage house

and shoot the place to sh*t.

'What did you do to yourself?'

The gunman winged me. It's fine.

'The gunman? Did you nick him?'

No. He disappeared.

'What, into thin air?

'You went directly against a briefing.

Why?'

We've got a body unregistered

on any system we have,

and people running temperatures

in excess of 49 degrees.

I mean, come on. Aren't you even

at least a bit curious about what this is?

'You left the scene of a Code One

to go back to a low-priority sideshow?

- 'I'm putting your status to orange. '

- What? That's absurd! I know what I saw!

'I know it's been tough

for the last couple of months,

'but I'll save you some embarrassment

and I'll cite personal mitigation.

'You're on orange until further notice.

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