Pusher 2 Page #5

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and get your70 out.

- I'll be right with you.

- All right.

So?

That's it.

Did it go OK?

- You want a drink?

- Yeah, that sounds good.

Was it rough?

I couldn't go through with it.

I couldn't kill her.

What did you do then?

You just left?

I'll go back tomorrow. Or maybe

we can work something out.

Can't you do one simple thing

that everyone else does, huh?

Can't you? You're useless.

A waste of space.

All you think about is yourself.

What about Valdemar and me?

You want him to grow up

to be like you?

With a whore for a mum.

You want that?

Get outta here.

You mean nothing to me.

Nothing!

You never did!

You make me sick,

you piece of sh*t.

You make me sick.

What the f*** are you doing here?

First you try to kill me

and then you ruin our high.

- Where is he?

- Who?

- O isn't here?

- No.

What happened to your hand?

Nothing. I was in a fight.

- Way to go.

- Don't sit there. Go and wash up.

- Where is he?

- With the Duke, I guess.

- You know when he'll be back?

- No.

Do we have any cigarettes?

You got any cigarettes?

Hey! Have you got any cigarettes?

I'll go down and buy some.

The pathetic cocksucker

doesn't have sh*t.

- Got any cigarettes?

- What?

You got cigarettes?

Why didn't you say so?

You didn't have them before.

Idiot.

Dammit... Look at this!

F***ing retard.

Dammit...

You idiot!

You're such a loser.

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