Jet Trash Page #2

It's one night's work, right.

I'm gonna make loads of money.

And then you can end this

lifestyle downgrade you have

from hanging around with me.

Think of it that way. Please?

Be careful, Lee.

Remember your deal with Shay.

You sell drugs, you get

served up by the fishermen.

[HAUNTING MUSIC ESCALATES]

VIX:

Excuse me.

I'm searching for this guy.

Have you seen him?

Right then. Let the

Christmas bevvys begin, huh?

LEE:

Little Christmas bevvy? Hmm?

This one's for you, Jesus.

Mind if I?

Yeah. Just don't get it wet.

I never get it wet.

What are you talking about?

MIKE:
You're interrupting

my meditation.

My head hurts. I'm

gonna start again.

Where have you been, Mike?

Hana de Rama.

That dirty beach?

It's quiet there, Soldier.

Yeah, it is.

'Cos it stinks of fish.

MIKE:

I like the smell of fish.

LEE:
Only you'd go to the one

skanky beach in Goa, Mike.

What do you even

do there? You can't swim.

I can swim, Soldier.

MIKE:
Hana de Rama's a place of peace.

You wouldn't understand.

Listen, Mike. We're gonna

go get some food before we go...

...go to the party,

if you wanna come.

Yeah, I'll come.

I won't eat though. I'm fasting.

Mele Kalikimaka

is the thing to say

On a bright

Hawaiian Christmas day

That's the island

greeting that we send to you

From the land

where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas

will be green and bright

The sun to shine by

day and all the stars at night

Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way

to say Merry Christmas to you

Mele Kalikimaka iS

the thing to say

On a bright

Hawaiian Christmas day

LEE:
I'm gonna get you to break

your rule tonight, as well, man.

SOL:

What's that?

LEE:
This bullshit rule

you have about not

having sex with

a woman over forty-five.

There's so many...

But, like, you

reach forty and I think that's...

There's so many beautiful women

on this beach that are like...

That's the limit.

Sixty, sixty-five.

Nah, nah.

Seventy.

Nah. Forty.

Seventy-five...

Forty.

Eighty.

Really?

Eighty-five.

Really?

Death.

That's disgusting,

man. Absolutely disgusting.

Little f***er. Ha! Got ya.

You didn't have to do that.

Yeah, but, it's a

mosquito, Mike, you know.

It bites.

It's a soul.

SOL:

What's that, Mike?

MIKE:

It's a knife.

What d'you need that for?

Spiritual men have enemies.

Yeah, you really showed

that pineapple there, buddy.

I mean, just cos he puts

on a kaftan and shaves his head

doesn't make him

a 'spiritual man'.

Yeah, but he hasn't always been

like that, to be fair, you know.

Yeah, but that proves my

point, you know what I mean.

Just cos he's in f***ing

India doesn't make him better

than us. Phoney.

From the land

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