A Hundred Streets Page #4

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Um...

Em, come on,

you didn't think i

would just, like,

leave you hanging,

did ya?

You did, didn't ya?

Right, you lot!

Where are you?

Where are you?

What you doing here,

hiding?

You know what my

life's about right now?

It's all about the blocks,

dirty great towers

that have stood firm

for two generations,

full of initiated kids who'll

be dead before they grow old.

Grim towers and

hopeless kids.

"For the first 10 days

they sailed on beautifully

"and found plenty to eat,

as there was lots of fish.

"And they had only to take

them out of the sea

"with a long spoon when

the quangle wangle..."

What's a quangle wangle?

God, I miss putting

those kids to bed.

And sleeping next

to you, of course.

We gonna go to the

Chelsea ball next week?

No.

Come on...

Do you actually ever stop

to think about why I hate

those events?

They worship you and...

Don't even notice me.

Well, it is those events

that pay the bills.

Oh, this is new.

Look at you, man.

What's this about?

Oh, that must have been

the cleaner, I think.

We've been having

a bit of sort out.

It wasn't on purpose.

Ems...

I made a mistake.

You made more than one.

I know I did. I know.

And I'm truly sorry

about it. Okay?

But how long do we have

to keep on going like this?

It's killing me...

It's not a game.

And I'm sure you are

sorry, but I'm not ready.

I need more time.

It's not all about you.

As long as the credit cards

work, though, right?

It's about our kids.

And I'm gonna be working soon.

So, I'll have my own money.

I didn't mean that,

like... oh...

I'm sorry about that.

I don't mean that.

Ems, look, I...

I stopped playing.

I lost my parents.

And I'm really

turned round.

All I really had left was

you and my kids, okay?

And I miss you.

Ems, I'm sorry.

I just want you back.

Ta.

Here, sweetheart.

Cheers, George.

Thank you. Cheers.

Now, the moment you've

all been waiting for.

Ladies and gentlemen,

will you please welcome

battersea's favorite

singing cabbie, George!

Go on, George!

Good evening, Wembley!

You all right?

I think you should go.

It was a mistake.

You've got what you came for,

and my money's on the counter.

Oh, stop it. Come on.

Let's just talk.

If we could talk,

we wouldn't be

where we are now.

You just treat everything like

it's a match you can't lose.

Please... please,

Max, will you go?

A mistake?

Darling? Cup of

tea for you there.

Good luck

today, all right?

I got money on

you winning this.

Thanks, love,

but I keep telling ya,

it ain't a bloody race.

No.

Of course it ain't.

See you later.

Oh, and don't

you be late.

I won't.

- Excuse me.

- Hold this, yeah?

Dom, what the f***

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