Screwed Page #7

There's nothing wrong with me.

Look, look, look, look, nothing.

Look, look, look. Have a look, nothing.

What are you all looking at?

What the hell do you think

you're doing, huh? Huh?

Do you want Keenan to sack you?

Do you want to end up going down

over some c*nt like Truman, eh?

What he's done, Rumpole

I don't give a f*** what he's done.

You leave it at the gate.

RUMPOLE:
Go home

and get a grip!

What do you mean, "Go home"?

Well, you're no good

to me like this, are you?

You're acting like a fragglel

I'm all right. I'll stay.

It wasn't an offer.

I want you out of here

so I can clean up your mess,

and you'd better pray

that no one makes a complaint.

That's what Keenan wants,

what with you

under investigation already!

You're on thin ice, Sam,

make sure it don't break.

(sNll=l=s)

(slGHING)

JAMIE:
See you tomorrow, lads!

All right, you mongrel c*nt.

it's you, innit?

You're working for Truman.

Curtis tells us about his grass

and you disappear.

Who the f*** you calling? (GRUNTING)

JAMIE:
Stupid bastard!

(COUGHING)

It's not me, you twat!

SAM:
You f***ing liar!

You're bent! You're scum!

F***ing look at you!

Are you out of your mind?

You're f***ing insane! Get up!

(GRoANING)

Up! Come on, get up!

Get up! Hold on to the car!

Look, I didn't mean to hit you then!

I am not f***ing bent.

I'm onto you!

I f***ing saw you on your phone,

right after Curtis told us

about his grass.

-I made a...

-I f***ing saw you

on your phone, you c*nt!

So I made a f***ing call!

Who were you f***ing calling?

'Cause Curtis is f***ing dead!

Get your f***ing hands off me.

Look I'm not meant to tell anyone,

I'm working for Intel.

(scoFFs)

That call that I made was to Roberts,

the security guv

I was calling to see if he could

find out who Curtis' grass was.

What, is it all making sense now?

Look, what has f***ing gotten into ya?

Your life is literally crumbling.

(sNll=l=s) rm an right!

You're not all right!

I'm all right!

Come on, let's, um...

Let's have a drink!

I am not getting a drink!

Just leave your car here.

-Don't drink any more tonight.

-Have a f***ing drink with me! Come on!

-I can't, Ican't I have to go!

-F*** off! F*** off then, all right!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Eh, come on! Let's have a f***ing drink.

-I can't!

-Come on, have a f***ing drink!

I'll see you tomorrow!

Come for a f***ing drink!

SAM:
Deano, mate, it's me!

Look, man, I could really use a talk.

Uh, can you call me back when you get

this? I'm outside the snooker club.

Have a few beers, yeah?

Yeah, all right. Um, well,

I'll talk to you later!

DEANO:
Well, I've had it

about a couple of weeks now.

It took me about a month

'cause I had special extras on it.

It's all singing, all dancing.

-Take care, yeah.

-See ya later.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

MAN:
Deano, Deano!

-DEANO:
You all right, mate?

-Hiya.

Some cases of wine

arrived for you this morning,

they're in my office.

Couldn't do me a favour and run them up

to my flat for me, could you?

Take a case for you

and your missus, yeah?

-Ah, cheers, Deano

-Enjoy, yeah! See ya later, mate.

-Cool.

-Thank you!

DANIELLE:
Babe, I am sorry about Curtis!

I did try and call you. I tried.

(sNll=l=LING)

I was waiting for you.

I was thinking about...

The time when we met

at the fair ground.

(CHUCKLES)

And you and Lisa were

on the olodgems (LAUGHS)

I thought...

I thought you'd notice me.

I kept coming up and crashing into you.

(LAUGHS)

(CRYING) I keep crashing into things!

It's all f***ed up!

It's all f***ed up!

I am all f***ed up.

No, you're not.

You f***ed up. Massively.

You f***ed up!

But I am here, I'm right here!

I'm not going anyvvhere

-You've got me.

-Yeah?

Yeah!

Come here! Come here.

It's going to be all right!

Ah, bollocks

All right, Neil.

Look, I need to ask

you two some questions.

I need you to tell me everything

you know about this Jason character.

Is this a f***ing joke, Sam?

-Eh?

-You're taking the piss, ain't you?

No, I'm absolutely serious.

(scoFFs)

Look, one of my colleagues

has been shot dead,

and I think this Jason character

has got something to do with it.

Yeah, and we don't know f*** all

about anything all right, mate!

(GUNSHOTS ON \/lDEo GAME)

I can tell when you're lying, Neil!

What makes you think we should tell you

anything after what's happened to us!

Sam, we aren't even in

with Jason any more...

-Don't tell him anything!

-But we are not, Neil.

-Don't say anything!

-Is this because of Truman?

You know what,

you got some f***ing nerve, Sam.

Yeah, if you want answers,

go speak to Truman

'cause he's the one that cut us out!

Yeah, that fat bastard

you were playing snooker with!

Nah! That's my workmate, Deano.

Truman's been banged up for years.

Well, f***ing Deano, Truman,

you, Jason, whoever.

You're all working together, Sam!

And there's me thinking

you weren't into drugs.

Yeah, it's nice to know

who you're f***ing friends are, mate!

(LAUGHS)

You think I'm involved in this?

How long have you known me?

How long you known me, Ricky?

All right. So you are telling us

you've got nothing to do with this?

I've got nothing to do with this.

NEIL:
Look, I don't know what to say.

But that fellow you work with,

you need to stay away from him!

He's bent!

Jamie, it's me,

you know who that grass is?

Not yet, but we are close.

We 're getting really close.

Well, you need to find him and fast!

You ain't going to believe

what I've just heard.

What?

-it's Deano.

-You what?

I'm f***ing serious.

A/I right, listen.

Have you told anyone else?

-No, I onlyjust found out now!

-All right, good!

Get over here to the well and I'll sort

a meeting out with Roberts.

I'm on my way.

(lNDlsTINcT)

Bang up.

Come on, bang up.

Come on lads, let's have you up.

Bang up!

Panos, behind your doors!

F*** off!

Go on behind your doors, bang up!

Come on!

Bang up!

Can we have your back

to your cells, please!

Come on, let's move!

-Fat C*nt!

-(LAUGHING)

Bang up!

Ah, come on, boss, it's play time!

Come on, lads, bang up!

Let's have you behind your door, Truman!

Let's have you behind your...

(ALL YELUNG)

Come on, you fat c*nt!

(YELLING CONTINUES)

Come and take it!

(ALL GRUNTING)

How do you like it, you fat c*nt?

Comms, from Delta-three,

we've lost control of D wing!

Come on, get to the screws!

Make sure!

More staff required!

I repeat we have lost control of D wing!

More staff required!

You're not going f***ing

anywhere, screw!

(GRuNTING)

All right, all right. Calm down!

Calm the f*** down.

(lNlvlATEs SHOUTING)

(ALL sHoUTING)

Get in your f***ing cell!

Get in your f***ing cell!

Get in the f***ing cell!

Get a f***ing guard! (GRUNTING)

Back up! Jamie, f***ing help me!

(lNlvlATEs SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

Deano and Truman

have got Curtis' grass.

That's what this is all about.

They're gonna f***ing kill him.

-Where is he?

-Off to the showers, go on!

(ALL sHoUTING)

Right, who wants some!

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