Adam & Paul Page #2

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before the young fella sees.

- Georgie!

- I'm f***in' comin'!

What happened to you?

- Me?

- Yeah.

I got knocked down by a moped.

- F*** off!

- Serious. - Yeah.

- Dope!

- It did hurt, it did.

Me leg's f***ed.

All scraped an' all, you know.

Orla, give them two a can

before me heart breaks!

- They don't f***in' deserve it!

- Thanks, Marian. - Thanks, Marian.

Here you are.

I never saw youse this morning.

No.

- Thanks! - Sorry.

- He was your mate, lads.

Sorry.

- So did youse just not bother goin'

or what? - We didn't know, Marian.

- Sure!

- We didn't f***in' know!

- That's not my f***in' fault!

- Sorry.

F*** youse!

I'm f***in' sweatin'!

I am.

Well, youse were missed.

Me ma was there an' all.

- Roarin', she was.

- In bits.

Heart is f***in' broken

over Matthew.

She'd like to f***in' see youse!

Waste of time, if you ask me.

Look at the f***in' state o' youse!

Do you remember them three, Orla,

years ago?

Do I f***! Sure, didn't they

practically live in our house?

F***in' idolised them two,

Matthew did. Idolised.

- Adam, Paul and Matthew. Like the

Three Musketeers, youse were. - Yeah?

And now look at youse.

Youse are like the two...

f***in' eejits!

Sorry.

He'd have been better off

if he'd never set eyes on youse.

Sorry.

Here...

Light up that spliff for yourselves.

Relax, like.

So...?

So?

- So where have youse two been?

- Around. - Yeah.

- Right.

- Layin' low, like.

Low, like.

Was Janine there, Marian?

This morning?

She was.

Not that it's any of your business.

- Doin' very well for herself,

she is now. - Yeah?

- Yeah. Isn't she, Orla? - She is, yeah.

Total straight and narrow.

- Very healthy.

- Yeah.

- And she does keep that

flat lovely an' all. - Yeah.

- Full of lovely gear.

- Yeah.

- Where did she get all that stuff?

- Wayne got it for her.

For getting it together, like.

Brings her stuff.

- He's a good brother to her.

- He is.

- Love to see her, we would.

- Yeah.

Listen to me. Stay away

from me f***in' sister, all right?

Keepin' herself tidy and happy,

and I'm f***ed if I'm havin'

you two drag her down again.

- Another f***in' Matthew?

- But, Marian...

Sorry about that.

Tell them, Wayne. Tell them.

- What?

- To stay away from Janine.

Lads...

if I see youse near Janine,

I'm not jokin' now, I'll kill youse!

- OK? - Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Do you understand?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So are youse two goin'

down the Bunker later?

For what?

What?

F***in' big mouth!

What?

- Nothin'!

- What, Marian?

We're goin' down the Bunker later,

is all.

Yeah?

- A few drinks for Matthew.

- Why the f*** are you telling them?

- Look, they were his mates, Wayne.

- Only, don't go upsettin' people.

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