A Room to Die For Page #4

Since when did

you get so protective

of your material?

Since you slagged it off.

I'm starving.

You want to order something?

Oh, Jesus.

Marcus, you can't

cook after 6:
00.

I'm sorry?

You have to finish

cooking by 5:
00.

Why?

I can't stand the smell.

That old man

is a f***ing a**hole.

Mark, keep it down.

What happened?

First, we've got to

wash up before eating,

and now, we're not allowed

to cook after 6:
00.

This is not our house.

We have to play

according to their rules.

If they want to keep it clean

what's the harm in that?

Hmm, why you are you

taking his side?

I'm telling you.

He is going to be a problem.

Mark. They are old.

They might have their reasons.

When are we getting out

of this shithole?

Hush. They might hear you.

We won't find better

accommodation for this price.

So bite your tongue,

smile and play nice.

Mmm-mmm.

You know why?

Henry:
Happy birthday.

Henry.

Look, I think we got off

to a bit of a bad start,

and I'd like to start again.

I want the bin bag.

I want to put them

out all together in

the correct bins.

Your baby is crying again.

It will stop.

Until you get a job,

you'll need to do a few things

around the house.

I have a job!

Sarcasm is the lowest

form of wit.

I wrote a joke once,

about a wrinkly old man

who couldn't keep

his mouth shut.

Do you want to hear it?

If this place is "shithole",

and I'm "a**hole",

why do you stay?

F***ing wanker.

What did you say, boy?

Marcus:
I didn't

f***ing say anything.

Mind your words, boy!

You won't be here long.

F***! F***!

F*** you, old man!

Who's the f***ing

b*tch now, huh?

You f***ing old c*nt!

"Get a f***ing real job."

C*nt!

I don't want to be here.

I don't want to be here.

Henry's voice:
Sarcasm is

the lowest form of wit.

Mind your words, boy!

It's 2:
00 A.M.,

for god's sake.

It cries at the exact time

for the exact amount

of minutes each day.

It's a baby.

That's what they do.

Neither of us have ever

seen the baby.

You really are

sounding paranoid now.

If it's not the baby crying

then it's her playing

her weird-ass war music.

Or him shouting randomly.

Maybe you need to get

out of the house for

a while during the day.

You are too isolated here.

You're not here.

That old man...

He's f***ing crazy.

Tried to scare him today,

and he just smiled.

You what? You threatened him?

Are you insane?

What did I say?

We need this place.

He was demanding

i keep the room clean,

that I hoover it,

and take the bins out.

We don't live here for free.

We pay f***ing rent!

I've been asking you to do

that stuff for two weeks!

And they've been listening

to our conversations.

For f*** sake, Marcus.

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