Adam & Paul Page #3

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- For f***'s sake!

- Leave it, Wayne.

Come on and we get out of here.

- Steven, Sinead, Karl, come on!

- We're playing!

I don't give a f***, love.

We're leavin'!

Maybe see youse later, lads.

Yeah, all right.

- Marian?

- What?

You wouldn't have a lend

of a few quid, would you?

Goodbye, lads.

- Come on.

- Where?

- We'll see if what's-his-name

is around. - Who?

F***in'... what's-his-name.

- Small fella.

- What, Benny?

- No, Benny's inside.

- Oh, the poor f***er.

Come on.

All right, Adam and Paul?

All right? All right?

Sh*t day, isn't it?

- Sh*t, yeah.

- Are you not freezin' in that bag?

No, it's peachy enough, this. I mean,

I only have me cacks on under here.

- Oh, right, yeah. - Me clothes are all

at the bottom there.

Oh, right, yeah.

- So what are youse doing here,

anyways? - Just hangin' around.

- Why?

- No why.

- Has to be a why. - Yeah, well,

I'm not tellin' f***in' you!

We were just waitin' to see

if what's-his-name is around.

Don't tell him all our

f***in' business!

I wasn't tellin' him all our

business. I was only sayin'.

- Who's what's-his-name?

- Would you ever f***in' stop buttin' in?

- Just tryin' to help, is all.

- Well, no-one asked for your f***in' help!

Fine, shove it up your hole so!

No, you shove it up your hole!

Look, I'm not hangin' around here

any more. Prick!

Is it Clank?

- What?

- Is what's-his-name Clank?

I don't know.

- What does he look like?

- Big fella.

- I'll keep me eyes peeled so.

- Oh, thanks.

Money, is it?

- Well, it's just...

- Bastard!

- Who?

- Clank. How much?

- What? - How much does

Clank owe you?

- Nothin'. - A few hundred, is it? - No.

- Bastard! I haven't seen him around.

- I think he's gone to England.

- Oh, right, yeah.

- To his brother.

I think he lives in Leeds. - Right.

- Semi-professional footballer.

- Yeah?

- You haven't got a smoke on you,

have you? - No.

I was going to ask you.

Little prick.

He's gone to England.

- Who?

- Clank.

- Who's Clank?

- What's-his-name.

- No, he's not.

- What?

What's-his-name isn't f***in' Clank!

- Who's what's-his-name then?

- It's f***in'...

I don't know!

- And who's Clank?

- I have no f***in' idea!

- Right. So what are we going

to do now then? - I don't know.

A few cars, I suppose.

No, look,

I'm a bit sick for that, like.

I'm dyin' sick, like.

Go, go, go!

- Oh, me f***in' hand!

- F***in' eejit!

Come on out of the f***in' road!

- I think it's broken.

- Show me.

- Can you move it?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Well, it's not broken so.

- I sprained it maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, me f***in' hand

and me f***in' leg!

- Would you slow down?

- Would you hurry f***in' up?

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