Screwed Page #8

Get against the f***ing wall!

Go on, go!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Come on!

(PANTING) Where is he?

What have you f***ing done with him?

-He's not here, Jamie.

-Of course, he f***ing isn't, you prick!

Curtis was the only one

who knew who the f***ing grass was,

now it's just you that won't let it go.

What, you work for Truman as well?

You still don't get it, do you?

Truman works for us.

You showed so much promise.

So much promise!

You f***ing disgust me!

You f***ing fragglel

(SCOFFS) You could've brought

so much to the party,

you could've cleaned up!

I ain't going down for no one!

Not even you!

What did you f***ing do to Curtis?

-You f***ing killed him!

-JAMIE:
Shut the f*** up, you dick.

Curtis was sniffing too close.

We've got f***ing too much to lose!

And you thought I went away

to call someone else to shoot him.

Listen, son, we f***ing do

our own dirty work around here!

You f***ing murdering lowlife!

JAMIE:
Sh*t!

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

F***ing good effort,

you little f***ing prick!

A good thing about a riot is

anyone could've done ya!

(ALL sHoUTING)

You listen to me. We got two of yours.

Two of yours back here.

Yeah, so far...

So far, no one's bloody laid a finger

-on their pretty little heads...

-All right.

-Their f***ing shame!

-Just give us back the wing!

(lNDlsTINcT)

F*** off, seriously, f*** off!

If it makes you feel any better,

I couldn't do it.

Even Jamie weren't that keen.

Fortunately for us,

Truman insisted on doing the honours!

(SAM BREATHING DEEPLY)

Know the whole time

this has been going on,

there's only been one thought

going through my mind.

That I'm not doing

any more jail time for you!

(JAlvllE SCREAMS)

(GRuNTING)

(GRoANING)

(PANTING) You've still got

a lot to learn!

You disgusting, bent c*nt!

Truman, go get some help!

You're my insurance, man,

I ain't going anywhere,

any f***ing where!

You f***ing stay there. You don't die.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN 1:
When I say stand up,

you will stand up.

-Do you understand?

-SAM:
Yes!

MAN 2:
Stand up!

Now move forward!

I'll sing like a f***ing canary

about Deano and his whole network

if I get a lesser sentence for Bear.

And I want a Cat D move.

I have a...

.shall we say, "special relationship"

with Mr De Souza.

I'm sure we can work something out.

Thank you, gentlemen,

and well done, Sam.

Mr Truman and I have one or two

things to discuss. That will be all.

So what you got for me, bruv?

I admire you, you know.

Coming back here day after day.

Well, someone's got

to look after the place.

Thank you.

For everything.

You're a good lad, Sam.

I've got to go!

Let's go home!

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