Traders Page #3

---

para rescue and

med evac trained.

You never know when you're gonna

be the victim of a knife attack,

or indeed any kind of attack

with a sharp-edged weapon,

and a knife wound,

if not treated rapidly,

can be one of the

worst ways to die...

- Am I gonna die?

- I really couldn't tell you.

- ...as with any field injury,

quick action is the key.

You're gonna need a cool head,

and a pair of nitrile

or non-latex gloves.

If you don't have gloves,

improvise by using

a plastic bag.

Remember, the dirtier the wound

the greater the chance

of infection.

If the victim is suffering

from shock...

- Are you in shock?

- I think so.

- If possible, elevate their

feet to improve blood flow.

Shock can impair blood flow

and lead to brain

or organ damage.

Talk quietly

and gently to the patient.

Turn their head to the side

in case of any bleeding

or vomiting.

Do not remove the knife

from the wound.

This will increase blood loss.

- Too late.

- Now, the first thing to do

is stop the bleeding.

So apply pressure

with a sterile bandage,

that's your best option.

But if it's bleeding bad,

and the emergency services

aren't on their way,

you do have other options.

- Ls that glue, Harry?

Is this gonna hurt?

- I imagine it will, yeah.

- I had ten thousand.

Half of it was borrowed and had

to go back where it came from,

the other half was mine.

I just wasn't sure Vernon

would see it that way.

- F***.

- F*** it!

- Good morning.

- What are you doing

in my office?

- I was just looking for you.

- I was hoping that maybe we could-

- why is that out?

- Yeah, it was just sitting

there when I came in.

- I don't believe this.

Get your ass in

here immediately.

N'

- hello?

- Hi, I'm looking for

Vernon stynes.

- I think you've got

the wrong place.

- Uh.

- Yeah?

- He rang my father and

gave him this address.

- It's the fourth floor,

c'mon up.

There's a woman at the door,

she says you gave

her father my name?

- It's orla.

- Who the f*** is orla?

- I love her, Harry.

- Oh sweet Jesus.

Please tell me you're here to

take Vernon home with you.

- You said you didn't

know who he was.

- I don't know who you are.

- I'm his neighbor.

Where is he?

Vernon?

- I'm in the bedroom.

Thanks for coming, orla.

- Why did you call my

father at home, Vernon?

You know he's sick.

- I wanted to talk to you,

and I thought you'd be there,

looking after him.

I did try you on your

mobile a few times.

- Do you realize your

mother's talking about

going to the police?

- What? Why?

- Because she's worried

about you,

she's been trying to

call you for two days.

- Okay.

- So, if he calls his mother,

and he promises never

to call your father again,

is everyone happy?

- Tell your mother you're alive.

- Oh no.

- Yes.

- No-no, I ca-

hi.

Hi, mum.

Stop shouting.

Why are you shouting?

I'm just staying with a

friend for a few days

while I sort out

my business plan.

Seriously, I'm fine.

Yeah, l-l'm sorry.

I'm fine.

L-l'lll be home soon.

Okay, bye. Bye.

- Are you...

- Are you bleeding?

~ eh?

No, not really.

- What the hell happened to you?

What happened?

- Don't look at me.

- It's not Harry's fault.

- He actually did

do that to himself.

- Yeah!

And now,

Harry's looking after me.

- You did this to yourself?

How exactly did you

do that to yourself?

- I fell... on a knife.

- We were drinking.

- You fell on a knife?

Yeah, this is

typical blokey bullshit.

Has a doctor seen this?

- No-

he actually refuses

to go to hospital.

- No, no, no,

no hospital because...

Doctors are obliged to report

any knife wounds, orla,

unless they suspect

that it's self-harm.

- This is exactly what

I'm dealing with here.

- Actually...

I wouldn't mind you

having a look at this,

orla, just to see how bad it is.

Harry put glue into it.

It worked, didn't it?

- Come here.

Lie back.

Yeah, well, it's not

bleeding too badly.

Vernon, if this gets any worse,

you are gonna end up

in hospital, you know?

- No-

maybe, if I think

it's getting worse,

then maybe I should

give you a call?

- Vernon, stop.

So what are you gonna

do about him?

- Send him back to his

mother, I suppose.

I'm sorry you got

dragged into this.

- It's gonna get infected,

you know.

- Harry?

Harry?

- Harry?

You got a minute?

- Yeah.

- Simon's gone.

- Okay-

- he disappointed me.

That's all I'm saying.

It's good for you, though.

Creates an opportunity.

Have you ever considered

a management position?

It's hard work at first,

and you'll need

the extra training,

but you'll be on

24k straightaway,

and there's no reason why

you couldn't be on 30+,

in a couple of years time.

- I had made five grand

in four hours

the previous Saturday.

I couldn't tell her that

obviously,

but I couldn't stop thinking it.

- Sounds great.

- Just give him four a day;

it should be strong enough

for any infection.

- Why don't you come in

and give them to him yourself?

- No, I'm done with that.

They should work.

If they don't then...

They'll work.

Just make sure he finishes them.

- Who's Ian Johnson?

- That's my dad.

- Does he not need them?

- Yeah, desperately,

but Vernon is just

more important to me.

- Okay.

- No, look,

I do actually like Vernon,

you've just got to be

firm with him, you know.

You've got to tell him to

get lost from time to time.

- Why don't you come in and

tell him to get lost for me?

- Bye, Harry.

- I'm gonna ask Vernon

for your number.

I'm gonna call you up,

and I'm gonna ask you

out on a date.

- Yeah, you do that.

- Why didn't she come in, Harry?

- Who knows.

- Did you ask her in?

- Yes.

- She didn't want to come in.

- You see,

i don't understand that.

If she's brought the pills over

that means something,

doesn't it?

- Just take the pill, Vernon.

- But these are prescribed

for her father,

and her father has

lung cancer, Harry.

What use are those to me?

Oh, I should check on the

Internet before I take them.

- Take the pill.

- I am not taking a pill

that hasn't been

prescribed to me.

- Five thousand

would buy me a month or two,

not much more.

Vernon had been impatient.

He should have waited.

His little murder game

was taking off.

What if they were

all like Vernon?

Pickaxe.

That was a showoff name,

and he had 5k to trade.

No harm in taking a look.

- I wouldn't be here if i

wasn't confident, you know?

Have you done this before?

- We should take turns digging.

- Okay, makes sense.

- And you can back out

any time you like, yeah?

- Are you sure

you're up to this?

' Are you?

- Yeah.

- I want the money.

And if you back out,

I'm taking the two bags.

- I'll dig first.

Do you mind?

- We didn't say a word

for the two hours we

were digging that hole.

One of us was

supposed to end up in it.

What was there to talk about?

- Whoa!

F***!

- F***ing hell!

- F***!

You got to be

f***ing kidding me.

What are you?

Just a f***ing thief?

- I wasn't expecting

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes