The Young Offenders

finding hash plants instead.

Shitloads of 'em.

Turned into a bit of

a cat-and-mouse game

between Healy and Jock

after that.

I'm the only one who knows

it's him behind the mask.

To everyone else in the city,

he's a legend known only as

Fake Billy.

I fly like paper,

get high like planes

If you catch me at the border

I got visas in my name...

- Alright, lads?

- Alright, Fake Billy?

What the f*ck is this?

Look at him!

Get fucked, ya cunt!

If you catch me at the border

I got visas in my name

If you come around here,

I make 'em all day...

Alright, Fake Billy?

How about a shift?

Alright, but make it quick.

Sometimes I think

sitting on trains

Every stop I get to

I'm clocking that game

Everyone's a winner,

we're making our fame...

- How do you cook these?

- How should I know?

- You work here.

- I don't eat any of this shit.

You serve in a fish shop

and you don't eat fish?

Everyone's a winner,

we're making our fame

Bona fide hustler

making my name

All I wanna do is...

And a...

And take your money

All I wanna do is...

- What do you eat?

- Chicken.

Chicken. And nothing else?

Chicken nuggets, chicken balls,

chicken burger,

deep-fried chicken,

chicken Kiev,

chicken wings, chicken legs,

chicken soup...

Come on, boy!

What are you waiting for?

And take your money

Pirate skulls and bones...

Scuse me!

Sticks and stones

and weed and bombs

Running when we hit 'em...

..stir-fried chicken,

chicken tikka masala...

Alright, alright, I get it.

- You like chicken.

- Fucking love it.

Sticks and stones

and weed and bombs...

Whoop!

Sorry, lads!

You're a barrel of laughs,

aren't you?

- Forget about it.

- Have a good day.

You could at least make

some kind of effort.

I could, yeah.

Hey, Conor! Slow this shithead

down, would you?

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