Remainder Page #2

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but once this blow's over,

no one will give a sh*t about you.

And make no mistake,

no judge will ever award this amount.

Not even close. Never in this country.

It's your choice.

Be a little famous for 15 minutes.

Or put it behind you and start a new life

on your terms, with incredible resources.

I've set up an account in your name

at Sleets Bank in Holborn.

- Do you know it?

- No.

Well, they specialise

in high net-worth clients.

It's been a family business

for eight generations.

Hey, man! Nice moves!

It's all right. Take it, take it.

This is my spot, you c*nt!

I told you not to come back here anymore!

When? When did you see me?

Hey, I don't remember.

When did you see me?

Follow the money.

Happy Halloween!

Nice haircut. I love the costume.

Dick Cheney.

Remember him?

Whoa, whoa. You all right?

I heard you finally signed the documents.

Thank you, Greg. For everything.

It's a lot of money, though,

so I want you to be careful with it.

- Don't.

- Sorry.

Is someone staying with you?

- No.

- I saw someone. Who is she?

No, she was just visiting.

Erm, she's in Oxford now.

Does she have a name? Who is she?

- Whoa, whoa.

- Stop it, please.

Wait, wait. F***ing hell,

you don't remember, do you?

- Stop it.

- F***!

Her name's Catherine, you gimp!

Catherine Sullivan.

Name doesn't ring a bell? No?

She's American. She works in a posh bank.

We all used to study together.

- Stop it.

- Whoa, whoa. No, no, no.

- Let go.

- Listen. Wait.

She's a real c*nt, OK?

You might not remember,

but, trust me... you hate her guts.

And you know something else?

OK, you're going to love this.

She's my wife. That's something, innit?

But we haven't spoken in ages,

so... feel free to shag her.

But it's a bit weird her suddenly

turning up after all this time.

Where's she been this past year?

I don't think she's in Oxford.

She's a f***ing liar, mate.

- Why don't we call her?

- Leave me alone!

Hey! There's a queue here!

Hey, man... Hey man, what are you doing?

Open the door.

What the f*** are you doing in there?

What?

'Hello? Hello?

'Come on now!'

Come on! Hurry up!

For f***'s sake!

For f***'s sake!

Why are you always being like this?

You were nearly an hour in there. What...?

Just take it easy.

- Hey! Watch it, you twat!

- Oi, d*ckhead.

Hey, look! Dick Cheney!

'Hello, your call

cannot be taken at the moment,

'so please leave your message

after the tone.'

'Hey, man. It's Greg.

'Are you all right?

'What happened last night?

Have you become, like, rich and eccentric?

'Anyway, it's... it's Sunday afternoon

and I'm a bit worried about you.

'Give us a call, all right?

OK, ciao, amigo.'

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