Alleycats Page #2

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Hey, little sis, will you stay

on your bike this time?

Oh, mate, just don't.

Christ's sake, Suze, shut up, will ya?

Let someone else talk for a minute.

Mwah!

Come on then, pussies. Come on!

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Ow!

- Are you coming?

- Nah, I'm gonna sit it out.

- You don't look too hot.

- Thanks. You stink. Shower, ok?

You do smell.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Are you making me wait?

Whoo! Come on!

Pumped. Come on. Ha-ha.

You ready?

- See you at the end.

- Oi! Chris!

Hello. Hey.

- Try not to puke in the wind, alright?

- Are you ready for this? Are you ready?

Come on, guys, let's get this started.

- Are you glad I'm back?

- Hey, you changed your tune.

Bikes down. Come on, people.

Come on, f***ers!

- Hey, f***ing move.

- Come on, man!

Hey, come on, man. Behind the line.

There's no line.

- Danni's gonna stand here.

- F*** this sh*t, man.

- Don't forget the number-one rule.

- There are no rules.

F*** you, man. To win this race,

you must reach five checkpoints.

At each checkpoint,

you must get a stamp.

- Ok.

- See you at the finish, bro.

Miss a stamp

and you're disqualified.

You'd better get some good stuff

on that camera.

- Yeah, whatever, mate.

- First checkpoint on clement street.

Remember,

don't get caught by the police.

Ok, Chingones.

Get out of my way, man.

Ok. Cinco! Cuatro! Tres! Dos! Uno!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Wanker!

Whoo-hoo! Move!

Yeah!

Whoa!

Get out!

Watch out!

Come on, get out! Whoa! Move out!

Right, drink first, then stamp.

- Easy!

- Come on!

Stamp your card.

Next checkpoint, Ridley road market.

Drink first. Drink first.

Go, go.

- Come on! Go, go!

- Calm down.

Alright, mate, you're next.

I told you you've gone soft.

Go, go. So. So. Sol

whoo!

Yo, come here, motherfuckers.

Sh*t!

Jesus.

Whoa, whoa! Wait! Stop there.

Chris!

F***!

Oh, god! Get off me, Jake!

Someone get some f***ing help, man!

Get an ambulance.

Chris? Chris?

Call for help.

Somebody help him. Please.

Yeah, can I have an ambulance, please?

We're on the corner

of Underwood street.

Guys, come on. Go, go, go, go, 9-

- please get help.

- Come on, get out of here.

The police are coming. Guys, come on.

Go, 90. 90. 90. 90. 90!

I'll get a towel.

Get that fixed.

- Rives.

- Yeah.

Courier's dead. Hit-and-run.

He won't be blackmailing you anymore.

Oh, Jesus.

Did anybody see you?

What, what about the police?

Don't worry about the police.

He's just another road traffic statistic

now.

- Tell me you got the footage.

- Still working on that.

- Oh, you said that was the main...

- Look, I had a shot, I took it. Ok?

- Have you destroyed the photos he sent?

- Yes, of course I have.

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