16 Years of Alcohol Page #3

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Please, take the money

and we'll move on. Alright?

Please, I'm really sorry.

- Fair enough.

- Sorry, everyone.

PUNCHING AND GRUNTING

BEATING CONTINUES

LOUD MUSIC:

- What the f*** is that racket?

- Time for a change.

- Stop this f***ing racket.

- This rubbish.

- This f***ing crap.

- Indeedy do.

- What shall it be? Budgie?

- Desmond Dekker, Dad.

- Kill? Miller?

- Alex Harvey.

Mott The Hoople.

- Mott the f***ing Hoople?

- You are joking?

Miller, you've let the side down.

Stand in the corner.

Go on, Miller, stand in the corner

for being a f***ing idiot

who likes f***ing idiot music by...

Big poncey bastards!

So.

Will you get in the corner?

F*** off, Frankie.

FRANKIE:
That's not nice.

You let the side down, Miller.

You asked for Mott the Hoople.

For that, face the wall.

- Desmond Dekker, then.

- Not until he...

Saved by the bell, hello.

- I'll take over, have your break.

- What about, erm...

Do you think I should stay?

No, it's fine. I'll see you later.

GANG LAUGHS:

You are a f***ing ride.

Your man was just about to play

Desmond Dekker.

Which we approve of.

- Oh, really?

- Yes.

How about you and me getting

out of this two-horse town, baby?

THEY MAKE ANIMAL NOISES

He said Desmond Dekker,

you f***ing cow.

Turn this sh*t off.

Do you hear me? Off.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- Or I'll call the police.

Or I'll play Mott the Hoople.

THEY LAUGH:

Come here. Come over here.

Christ. We came to listen to

music, do you get it?

Go on, out!

# VELVET UNDERGROUND: Pale Blue

Eyes

F***, this is sh*t!

Sorry.

For what?

- For being with them.

- You chose them.

Kind of.

Maybe see you around, then?

Can't wait.

# Thought of you as everything

# I've had but couldn't keep

# I've had but couldn't keep

# Linger on

# Your pale blue eyes

# Linger on

# Your pale blue eyes... #

DOOR BUZZER:

BUZZING CONTINUES

BUZZ:

Somebody out there

will always remember,

Revenge, it's a drug,

A brilliant motivator

for the hopeless,

- Where is he?

- He's coming, rat face.

- Listen to him, the big man.

- F*** you and f*** him.

I'm sick of being

treated like a moron.

Miller, you are a f***ing moron.

Next time

he fucks with me, that's it.

- What's what?

- He wants to say something. Right?

What? Alright.

We go in separately. Not together.

Keep clear of each other for a bit.

OK? Or they'll chuck us out.

And Miller!

Try and stay out of trouble for once.

''Try and stay out of trouble?''

Who the f*** does he think he is?

Prick. F***ing trouble.

I'll give him f***ing trouble.

Oh, shut up! OK, I'm next.

Come on, you nutball.

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