Wasteland Page #4

- How much are we talking there?

- At least 60 grand.

Tiger Woods without the birds.

F*** off.

How do you know the Scouser

isn't just talking out of his arse?

Good guess if he just made it all up.

- But you don't know for sure?

- No, we'll find out.

- How?

- First Monday of March next week.

If the meat van makes a delivery to the pub,

we'll know it's sound.

- We can stake out the pub from the flat.

- No, we need more than that.

If the van turns up, all it'll prove

is he used to be a meat delivery man.

We need to get in that office,

see if there's a green safe there.

If there is, we'll know he wasn't lying,

it'll be ours for the taking.

Jesus Christ. Are you lot taking the piss?

Look, Harvey.

I know Roper f***ed you right up the arse,

but, for Christ's sake, drug money, safe cracking?

- F*** off.

- Why dismiss it straight off?

'Cause we're not safe-crackers

or cat burglars, are we?

Or coffee shop owners for that matter.

Harvey's not a smack dealer, but he did time for it.

Listen, somebody does this stuff, so it can

be done. Why can't we be the ones to do it?

We wouldn't know where to f***ing start.

It's not the type of thing you wanna f*** up, is it?

- Come on, Charlie, we're just talking here.

- No, we're not. I'm serious.

Pack up and piss off abroad just like that?

- Yeah.

- And you're not taking the piss?

- You can come back and visit.

- Come on, Harvey. This is our home, mate.

I know. Look, I'll understand

if you don't wanna do it.

But if we do, we've got a share in a proper business.

All in it together.

It'll mean a new start for everyone.

But on the upside, it'll mean a new start for everyone.

F***ing hell, Dempsey. An hour ago

you were of sound mind and content with life.

Now you're talking about pulling off

some crackpot robbery

and escaping round the world?

Content my arse. What have I got here?

Skint old birds knocking on the door

at the crack of dawn looking for cheap fags

and a fortnightly trip down to the joke shop.

Lovely. I think I'll take

another 10 years, please. Bollocks.

But what?

You're so in love with stacking crates in

that freezer two nights a week on agency pay,

not willing to consider your options.

That's just temporary, you f***ing prick.

I'm a qualified f***ing welder and when it

picks back up and the factory's re-opened...

Every machine's turning in there

before your factory's re-opened.

Go f*** yourself, Demps.

At least I've got a f***ing trade.

And turn your nose up at me?

I've worked hard for what I've got.

And what is it you got?

A CSCS card, a broken promise

and a chip on your f***ing shoulder.

Such a f***ing prick. Can't even start

about you, you f***ing ponce.

All I'm saying is, wouldn't you rather pack it all in

and go and sit in a nice warm cafe, watching

the world go by, chatting to tourists?

F*** off.

It's a bit of a pipe dream, in all fairness, Harvey.

It's not a pipe dream.

What if the money is in that safe?

It's our chance to have something of our own.

I'm not saying it's not worth a look.

- And if it looks good?

- I don't know.

- I'll think about doing it.

- Charlie?

You lot are off your f***ing heads.

Hey! Hey, come on, Charlie.

Leave him, mate.

He's gotta make up his own mind.

So, what do we do now?

Wait till Monday.

Harvey, not gonna say hello?

I'm not going anywhere, so you may as well look at me.

Still handsome.

Thought maybe you'd have a few scars now.

- Only the kind you can't see.

- How are you, Steve?

Steven. Been worse. Yourself?

Not too bad.

Well, it's been fun catching up.

I don't wanna have to worry about you, Harvey.

- Your concern moves me.

- Don't get f***ing smart.

I get the impression you blame me

for that spot of bother you got yourself into last year.

That's fine. You believe what you like.

Bear in mind, I don't react well when I feel threatened.

Is that why you're always such an arsehole?

You can have that one. Stay where you are.

Tell me, is it hard living in a constant state of fear?

You're f***ing flying if you think I'm scared of you.

No, you're not scared of me.

You're scared that if you loosen your grip

on what's yours for even a second,

someone's gonna come along and take it all away.

- That right?

- Yeah, and you know what?

What?

You f***ing should be.

Come on. Oh!

Oh, f***!

I'll have you.

It's not much fun for me listening to you

playing on that thing, mate.

- Put the comedy channel on.

- When I'm on sentry, you do what you like.

- When's that, then?

- 23 minutes.

For f***'s sake.

- Any sign?

- Not yet. But it's still early doors.

- Go on, mate.

- I'll have him.

- Right, I'll get the kettle on.

- Cheers, pal.

Don't shout. Oh, sh*t!

F***ing wanker.

Excellent, but there is a small

chip on the back, unfortunately.

Oh, no. I must have done that.

It's a plate with a big chip in it.

- Who's gonna buy that for 70 quid?

- You'd be surprised, mate.

If Winston Churchill ate off it,

it'd be worth a hundred times that.

It's a Princess Di commemorative plate, Dempsey.

I'm just saying.

Ey up, lads, we've got a live one.

Mikey's Meat.

It's Mickey's Meat.

- What's the difference?

- The C.

Ah.

Is that how butchers dress these days?

Well, hello, soldier.

Look who it is, Harvey, it's your best mate.

Want to go down to say hello?

It's the first Monday in March.

Got a meat delivery man

who looks f*** all like a meat delivery man

and super Steven Roper heading up his welcome wagon.

It's beginning to look a bit like Christmas.

A lot like Christmas, Dodd.

Come on, man!

- We're on.

- F***ing a lot like Christmas.

What's the difference, d*ckhead?

- I've missed this.

- Missed what?

You walking me to work.

Two buses and an eight-minute walk

from the estate just for the privilege.

I'm glad it's appreciated.

I'm sure I can find a way of saying thank you.

Oh, yeah?

- The flat could do with a clean.

- No.

What's your plan?

- What plan?

- Your life plan.

Oh.

You've adjusted to normal life.

You have restarted a relationship.

So now you've just gotta decide

where you're gonna take your life.

I haven't given it much thought.

You're lying.

I know how hard it's going to be, but...

you don't have to do it alone.

I know.

I know. I just... I just need a little time.

Yeah, I know.

Don't take too long, eh?

See you later, mate.

Ah, f***.

Lads!

What's Harvey planning? Your mate, Harvey.

What's he planning to do to get back at me?

I don't know what you're talking about.

If someone stuck me behind bars for a year,

I'd make it my life's work to track 'em down

and watch 'em bleed out through a hole in the face.

I've only seen him once since he got out

and he hasn't said anything.

I'm gonna give you a message to give to Harvey.

Now, you tell him

that prison might have been a nightmare,

but me, I am f***ing horrendous.

- I'll tell him.

- I know you will.

No!

Let me out!

- What's up?

- Is Albert here?

Yeah, let's see if he's still here.

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