Adam & Paul

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Adam & Paul

Oh, for f***'s sake!

What's wrong with you?

Some f***er's had to glue me

to this thing.

Would you wait

till I get out of me sleeves?

You go that way there.

There's no glue on that bit!

"Made in... Bulgaria. "

- I feel sorry for them, I do.

- Who?

The Bulgarians.

Have nothing, they have.

- I feel sick.

- Yeah.

- What money have you?

- I don't know.

Odds and coppers.

F***...

Where the f*** are we?

- How the f*** did we end up out here?

- I don't know.

I haven't been out

here in years.

F***in' years!

- All right, lads?

- All right, yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, good, yeah.

Nothin' mad goin'

on or nothin'?

Not a f***in' thing!

- Look, lads...

- Yeah?

What's the story about scorin'

around here, do you know?

Well, you could try Martin

in Block B, Flat 63.

- Thanks. - But he won't

open the door to youse.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

- Oh, here, youse wouldn't have

a smoke, would youse? - No.

Thanks.

- Look, I'll do the f***in' talkin',

all right? - Yeah.

- He might want somethin' doin'

or whatever. - Right, good.

Like what?

I don't know.

Bit of f***in' carryin' or whatever.

All right, yeah, a bit of carryin'. Or maybe

put up some shelves or somethin'.

- F***in' whatever!

- Yeah, yeah.

Hello?

- There's nobody there.

- Shut up!

I can hear him movin' f***in'

around. I f***in' smell it.

- Hello! Martin...

- Hey, who's that...? - Martin!

- Hello! - Get away from the door, lads.

The place is crawlin' with viggies.

- Martin... Martin, we just want

to talk to you a minute. - Jesus!

You've three seconds to

get away from the door,

or I'll come out and f***in'

batter ye! - Jesus' sake!

- I swear to God, lads, I will do

f***in' time for youse! - Oh, f***!

- But, Martin, what about

your shelves? - What?

Right, lads, you've asked for it!

Come back here

and you're f***in' dead!

F*** off, ya f***in'... gaybag!

Hey, what are you

doin' out there?

Oh, f***!

- I'm f***ed.

- Yeah.

Here, do we have a plan?

Um...

- Into town.

- Yeah...

- See who's around, what's

goin' on, like. - Yeah.

- Get some money.

- Yeah.

And then score.

Super. Yeah.

- I'm goin' to get sick. - You're grand.

Put your head between your legs.

I'm goin' to have to get off.

I'm goin' to vomit.

You're grand. Hold it.

- Oh, good Jesus!

- Is right.

- I'm goin' to vomit.

- Oh, for f***'s sake!

I'm f***in' freezin'.

I don't think there's any more.

Wait, I've somethin' in me shoe.

Here we go. Come on!

Wait! F***'s sake...

Aaagh! Agh, me f***in' leg!

- I'm f***in' sweatin'!

- Yeah, sick all right!

- All right, Adam and Paul?

- All right? All right?

All right, yeah.

Good, yeah.

Anythin' mad or anythin'?

No, just in here, like.

- Bit of the old skills training

with the young fella. - Oh, right.

- That's your young fella?

- Yeah. That's Georgie Junior.

Isn't that right, Georgie?

Here, I'm talkin' to ye!

No respect for his old fella.

Who had that baba for you, Georgie?

- Tina Blake.

- Blakey's sister, yeah? - Yeah.

All right.

Where are you livin' now, Georgie?

- Why do you want to know?

- I don't. I was just askin'.

Well, Georgie Junior lives with Tina, like.

I mean, we're not together or anythin'.

Not any more, like.

Me and Tina.

- All right. Sorry.

- It's fine, but.

I mean, no hassle, like. I get Georgie on

Wednesdays and the weekends sometimes.

I bring him down here,

or go to McDonald's or whatever.

Throw her a few

bob when I has it.

- Yeah.

- It's the same all over.

- It's the way of the

world, mate. - Yeah.

So, where have youse been

the last few weeks?

- I haven't seen you since...

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