Svengali Page #8

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- Just give us two minutes, boys.

- All right, love.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- You all right?

-(SIGHS)

No, I'm not all right, Dix.

We're being chucked out the flat.

Okay?

- Look. I'll have a word...

- Do you understand that?

We're being chucked out the flat!

Calm down a bit, love.

I'll go upstairs and have a word.

What do you mean calm down?

Where are we gonna live? On the street?

I'll sort it out, okay?

You've seen what's happened on the phone.

Look, I've got five record companies...

Dixie, stop living in a dream world!

We're being chucked out of the flat, okay?

Thanks, love.

It's just a dream world now, is it?

Oh, sorry. Am I winding you up?

Yeah, a little bit, love, to be honest with you.

Because you know what?

When you go and take

a three grand loan out, yeah?

(SIGHING) You shouldn't

be going through my stuff!

Are you joking me, mate?

You shouldn't be going

through my stuff, Shell.

What's happened here?

DIXIE:
Let's sort it out.

I'll sort it out, all right?

Just give me a few days.

Shell, look at me. Look at me. I...

I can't give you any more time, Dixie.

I cannot live like this.

What do you mean you can't

give me any more time?

Have you seen what you just walked into?

They'll be gone in the next day or two.

I've come all this way,

and I've come to support you!

And I believe in you!

But you're living in a dream world,

and I'm going to my mum's.

Oh, so you're leaving me as well, are you?

Shell, my father's dying! All right?

- He's dying!

- Dixie, you can't put that on me!

- He's dying, Shell. All right?

- That's not fair! That is not fair.

And you're gonna leave me now?

(PANTING)

You're gonna leave me?

Dixie, what choice have I got?

I can't... No, you keep lying to me!

No, you can't leave me, Shell.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm begging you, okay?

Don't leave me. Don't leave me, Shell. Please.

- I won't lie to you again.

- I can't... No, no.

- And you promise that, yeah?

- I promise you!

- Yeah?

- I promise you, love.

- All right. Fine. Yeah.

- I promise you.

F***ing hell...

And you tell me, Dixie, why the f***

there's no money left in the tin?

Oh, f***ing...

- You lied to me again!

- I'm sorry!

Sorry.

Oh, f***. Oh, f***. Oh, f***!

(PANTING)

F*** off, man.

(VOMITING)

Oh, man. You cockney p*ssy.

TOMMY:
Cheers, my dears.

Don't be smoking that.

Keep it together now for this.

For confidence, Dix.

Yeah, come on, you got to put it out.

You can't take that in there.

Jesus, Mac, you can't nick the BBC sign.

DIXIE:
That's right.

Go and pull something now, yeah?

How you doing, Tommy?

Very well, man.

- JAKE:
All right, Dix?

- Yeah, I guess. Good.

- Where's Shell?

- She's not very well.

- Sorry, man.

- I got something for you.

Tommy, come here. Got that for you.

Wait a minute.

It's a torch as well,

so if you lose it, you can find it.

- See?

- Clever that.

Cheers, man.

All right, son, I got you some blue pop.

Thank you very much, Dix. Cheers, man.

All right. You all right now?

Yeah.

MACCA:
No. (CHUCKLES)

- We're fine, man. Don't worry about it.

- Yeah.

Okay. So, listen, just enjoy it, okay?

Just enjoy it.

Tabby, not that mic.

Well, you do it.

- F***ing heck.

- I'm good with the wires.

(PLAYING DRUMS)

So we're here at the legendary

BBC Maida Vale Studios,

and I can't believe

we're about to witness this.

We've bagged them for

their first ever live session.

It's the band everybody's talking about.

It's the Prems!

(INAUDIBLE)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Do you like it?

Sycophantic pricks!

Do you like it?

You industry slags!

Do you like it?

JAKE:
Parasitic twats?

Do you like it?

TOMMY:
And you all got blanked!

Do you like it?

(BOTH SCATTING)

DIXIE:
Oh! Oh!

Curly locks!

(LAUGHS) Dix.

So you two are all right now then, yeah?

All right, boss, yeah.

Good, I'm glad.

F***in' nae danger, man.

It's all about the music.

And the birds.

Oh, and the money. Actually, Dix,

is there like any news

on any deals or anything?

Listen, my phone's been going mental.

I'll sort it out tomorrow.

What about proper money, mate?

We got any money?

I got 3 pound 50 to my name.

Do you want that?

Yes, I do, mate. Yeah.

TOMMY:
Thank you very much.

Have a good night.

Listen, cheers for that, by the way.

It's f***ing brilliant.

And cheers for today, Dixie.

You f***ing big Welsh bastard.

- Love you lots, man.

- JAKE:
Yeah, you big Taff.

TOMMY:
F***ing love ya!

You out! You no pay, so you go!

Hang on though, I got stuff in there.

I don't care!

It's your stupid bastard Welsh fault!

I got nowhere else to go.

Your girlfriend has!

She come earlier,

she take her stuff and she go.

Shell's been back?

She come, she collect her things,

so she can go home!

She no want you. I don't blame her.

She leave you!

Hey! What you do? I call police!

Hey! Hey!

Forget police. I call Dimitri! He'll kill you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hello?

NATASHA:
Hi, Mr Dix!

Who's this?

It's Natasha from Jawbone Records.

All right, Tash.

I'm just calling to say the band were

f***ing amazing the other night.

Oh, right. Yeah. Cheers.

Is everything all right?

No, not really. I've been kicked out my flat.

And I got nowhere else to go.

Do you know where Horsey is now?

No, I don't. But I know where he lives.

Yeah?

Whereabouts are you?

I'm just by Hoxton train station.

Oh, I'm just two minutes from there,

so I'll come and pick you up if you want.

That'd be brilliant.

Cool. Bye.

F***ing hell.

NATASHA:
I've never seen Jez

so excited for any band before.

DIXIE:
Who's Jez?

NATASHA:
Oh, Jeremy Braines.

He's my boss at Jawbone Records.

DIXIE:
Oh, yeah.

NATASHA:
He f***ing loves them.

DIXIE:
I've been trying to get him for weeks,

but Horsey doesn't want to know.

NATASHA:
(SCOFFS)

Brian can be such a moody wanker.

Is this is where he lives, yeah?

No, I just thought

we could have a glass of vino.

Oh, no. I'm a bit tired, Tash, to be honest.

I just want to get there.

Too tired.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

-(CHUCKLING) Let's see what's under...

- You've got the wrong impression.

Dix, I don't bite. Just come and sit down.

No, no, no. I can't. I haven't got time.

Please. Come on.

Could you just tell me where he lives?

This is embarrassing.

- It's not embarrassing.

- Yes, it is embarrassing.

No, Tash, it's fine. Look at me.

Just tell me where he lives. Is that okay?

Okay.

If you go straight on,

there's a street called Narrow Street.

Okay, thanks. I appreciate that, okay?

F***.

Mmm, give us your toe.

(GIGGLING)

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Oh, f***'s sake.

Take hold of that. I won't be...

I'll be back. I'll be back.

Hello?

DIXIE:
Horse, it's me.

Who's "me"?

It's me.

For the hard of thinking, I'll ask you

one more time, who's "me"?

It's Dixie.

Oh, f***.

What are you doing here?

Shell left me.

I got nowhere else to go.

Can you just put me up for tonight?

I'm going back to Wales in the morning.

Yeah, no problem, Dix. Come on up.

(BUZZING)

Right. You lot, come on.

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