Tower Block Page #5

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Not very clever. "You can't shoot me,

I'm on fire! Who's laughing now?"

- It's a wank plan!

- It'll work!

- How do you know that?

- Because it has to!

All right, OK, if we're gonna burn

to death, I'm gonna put some food on.

Because I'm f***ing stan/ing. Yeah?

OK, Neville, you go down first, OK?

Then you don't have to rush.

And what about Violet?

- We can't help her now.

- I'm not leaving her here to burn!

Nev, someone will come and rescue us

before the fire spreads too far, OK?

- Then I stay here with her.

- No, please, Nev!

What if something goes wrong?

Wouldn't she want you to get out safely?

What would she say to you?

She'd tell me not to be

such a stubborn bastard.

- There you go, then.

- You going with him then, yeah?

- Mm-hm.

- I'll set it off up here.

You know you'd only cock it up.

And I don't want yous in my way

when I slide down the lift full pelt, all right?

- Good.

- Touching.

Well, piss off, then.

I'm stood here waiting.

- OK?

- Yeah.

OK.

You all right?

We're down!

Agh! Oh, f***!

Agh! Oh, no, no!

Oh, f***ing hell!

- Help!

- Kurtis!

- We're here! We're here!

- It's f***ing bad!

I've snapped my leg!

Agh! Oh, f***!

- All right.

- Gotcha.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, steady!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Come on! Come on!

- Put him over there.

Oh, f***ing hell, it's bad, innit?

It's f***ing bad!

- It's all right, Kurt.

- Agh!

Help's on its way, OK?

F***ing hell! Oh, f***!

F***!

F***ing hell!

- Easy! Easy! Easy!

- OK! OK! I've gotta tie this.

Oh, f***ing hell! Oh, sh*t!

- Agh! Agh! Whoa, whoa!

- All right, all right, all right!

Hang in there.

- How long now?

- We wait... till the police get here.

Here you go!

Hello?

What the hell is going on?

- What's going on?

- Kev.

What?

- Christ almighty!

- Call someone, quick!

Well, I can't,

my phone's gone to sh*t! Hello?

Bloody hell!

I hope there's no-one in there.

What the f*** is that?

F***!

What...

F***! F***!

Oh, no, sh*t,

he's shooting them!

- F***ing hell!

- They can't help us now.

Agh!

Get back here, you bastard!

Agh! Agh!

Help! Help me!

Wait. Shh.

Oh, my God.

Oh! Help me, please!

- Someone's made it!

- Shush!

No. No! No!

Get him up!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Go down the end.

Break into one of the flats.

I'll sneak out and get help. Go! Go on, go!

F***!

Go on, Nev, f***ing have him!

Oh, f*** me! It's that pig!

Remember? He come knocking that time!

Why? We never did anything to you.

You f***ing psycho!

You murdered a load of innocent people.

For nothing!

Innocent?

Those f***ing scumbags murdered him.

You should've helped him!

None of you would talk

so the killers got away with it!

- Where's the f***ing justice?

- Shut up!

It wasn't our f***ing fault.

You people all desen/e it.

What about Jenny's kids?

Daniel? Was it their fault, too,

you f***ing murdering bastard?

Now what?

- Do we just hand him over to the police?

- Yeah, let's do that.

- When he's dead!

- Too easy. I want him to suffer first.

That's it, Nev! Go on, f***ing have him!

Get out of the way,

I want his f***ing blood!

Steady, Becks. Listen, Becky.

That's cold blood

you're killing him in there. OK?

You'll never f***ing forget that,

believe me. Listen to me.

Becky, listen to me.

Just f***ing walk away, please.

Please, Becky, just listen. Walk away.

Oh, f*** you!

No! Oh, f***!

Agh! No!

F***ing hell!

F***ing...

# Standing out of place here

# I know that I don't belong here

# Can't seem to find an old face

# I drown myself in a glass of cold beer

# Dancing out of rhythm

# Across the room, a vision of beauty

# Feel like I'm in prison

# Suddenly this music's therapeutic

J' You think you're the lucky one

# I guess you couldn't be more wrong

# Cos I am the lucky one

# Got to take you home

# And brought you back to my home

# You fell asleep in my arms #

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