Habit Page #2

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You nearly got yourself

f***ing killed, Michael.

I'm having a laugh.

Did you hear me?

Yeah! Yeah!

I f***ing can't

do this anymore.

Mand, I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You're not f***ing sorry.

Mand!

Just leave me alone.

I'll make sure

they get home.

You f***ing legend.

[LAUGHING]

LEE:
Get off the road.

You f***ing legend!

[LAUGHING]

DIG:
Where are we going?

[WHISPERS]

Hey, you set then?

Erm, just anywhere here

on the right please, mate.

Yeah, just, nice one.

Cheers, bud, thank you.

Where's my, uh, f***ing...

Go, go, go.

Michael!

Are you paying or what?

No, I'm not paying, mate.

Michael, come back!

DRIVER:
Come here.

Get off me!

CAB DRIVER:
Come here!

LEE:
Get off!

MICHAEL:
Dig!

[DIG LAUGHING]

[LEE SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

Lee?

Lee.

Come on, get up.

Mike.

[LEE PANTING]

You okay?

Yeah. Sorry, I didn't

know we were running.

Oh, no.

It was Dig's idea.

Come on,

let's go upstairs.

You all right?

Can we stay out here for a bit?

Yeah.

Sit down with me, Mike.

[SCOFFS] I'm f***ed?

[EXHALES]

Mike?

What were you feeling when

you were stood on the road?

I don't know. Why?

Just curious.

Did you feel alive?

I was off my tits.

Yeah, I guess,

yeah, it felt good.

You got any family

besides Mand?

My mom's dead

and my dad,

he was never around.

He was a d*ckhead.

Sorry about your mom.

No, it's okay.

Um...

My sis, she's my...

My guardian angel.

She keeps me on the straight

and narrow, you know.

She seems really nice.

She's f***ed.

How do you mean?

I don't know.

She's always...

...trying to keep

everything together

and she's just

f***ed in the head.

Doctors got her

on these happy pills.

But she cares about you.

She's family.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I'm an idiot.

Okay, I wanna go

inside now, I'm cold.

All right.

I need to go

somewhere tomorrow.

Where?

I need to get to my uncle's to see

if he's got some money for me.

You doing anything?

No.

Come with me then.

Okay.

LEE:
It's not far now.

My uncle owns Cloud 9.

MICHAEL:
What's Cloud 9?

Massage place.

What, do you work there?

Do I look like a pro?

F*** off!

Yeah?

Hi.

We don't have

any work, darling?

Just let me in, will you?

What's it about? Just let

me in, for f***'s sake.

[SLAMS DOOR]

Oi!

[KNOCKS CONTINUOUSLY]

[DOOR LOCK OPENS]

Lee, sweet.

You're such a dick.

Come on.

Michael, come on.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

All right, Lee.

Ian.

Who's this?

Michael.

Nice to meet you, Michael.

So,

what are you two

doing here?

Just seeing how you are.

I like to fuss, don't I?

IAN:
And?

Just seeing if you've got

anything for me?

[CLEARS THROAT]

You need anything else?

I was just thinking

Michael needs a job.

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