Dark Signal Page #2

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Sh*t, you're gonna to sit

on your arse for 10 minutes.

You're turning it into

ocean's eleven.

But what happens when this guy

realizes that you're try-

Kate, Kate.

You know how much money

he earns a week.

40 grand's like monopoly money

to him.

Besides, it's not like

we're stealing.

He owes me this.

What am I looking for?

The middle of nowhere.

And yet you felt like

you needed a look-out?

Okay, I'm gonna be honest

with you.

There's this one old farmer

might show up, right?

The fields around the house

are owned by this farmer.

Right? He's a busy bastard.

He's harmless but he owns

the private road.

So if he shows up,

just get rid of him...

pronto.

Think of something.

Earn your money.

T-tell him his sheep

have escaped,

or... there's a fox,

that's just stupid.

Think of something better.

Where's the torch?

What the f*** are they?

Survival glow sticks.

Army issue.

No batteries needed.

Just snap them and go.

- That's f***ing genius.

- Yeah.

Except how do I turn them off...

in case I don't wanna be seen?

I don't remember putting

sh*t-old radio on the list.

That's just in case I get bored.

What's wrong with that one?

It's broken.

Stop worryin'.

Okay, okay, stop here.

- Where?

- Just here.

Just here. Stop.

Now what?

Now we wait.

Oh, come on, come on...

It's time to get

that Friday feeling

on jab

and howl at the moon

with Laurie wolf.

Welcome, cub pack.

It's me, Laurie wolf.

As regular listeners

of the show will know,

this is our last night on air.

It's all

been centralized, folks.

No longer do you have to be

bored by your local news,

community and issues,

you can find out what's

going on in the real world,

like London or Cardiff.

I have...

a list of songs

approved by the station...

but I'm sure you've

heard them all before.

After six years of playing sh*t

other people want me to play,

I'm going to spend

just one night playing music

I want to listen to,

because you know...

I am a DJ.

Stick with me if you dare.

Yeah, lovely.

Can we maybe...

tone the language down?

Maybe?

Please? Please?!

We're on delay!

Just cut it out, genius.

We are taping this, aren't we?

Haven't used tape for 20 years,

but... yeah.

Okay.

Game time.

Can you hold those?

What they have a big dog,

or something?

Didn't you say Marek needs

an operation, or something?

Yeah.

So just sit there, do nothing,

listen to your

piece of sh*t radio,

and count to 20,000

in your head.

I'll be back

before you can blink,

and have a bag full of

something better

than f***ing glow sticks.

Hi, it's Janet.

Hi. Put him on.

Okay.

It's your mum.

Hi, sweetie.

Bed time now.

I want you to go to sleep,

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