Gotta be careful, floor's wet.
Do you want a hand?
Did you break down?
What?|- Did you have an accident?
Fucking cunt! Fucking cunt!
fancy going out?
Yeah, right, then.
Don't be so enthusiastic.
Can you just wait?
Are you there, one-three?
Can you pick up at|12 Bellott Street, SE10...
going to Charlton?
Going to Charlton. Got it.
Mr. Eyles?|- Yeah. Elephant and Castle.
smacked me up the arse.|I got no fucking lights.
I gotta get the car|off the road.
What's the damage?
She's buggered my tail lights.|I ain't legal.
Is the car mobile?|- Driveable, yeah.
Just come back to base.|- I can't do that, Neville.
Come back to base|and get it done tomorrow.
No, I gotta do it now.
Listen, don't mess me about.|I'm short of drivers.
Neville, f*ck off.
How much, then?
Hundred and fifty.|- Is that the best you can do?
You want it|in the morning, innit?
Hello, Phil.|- Hi, Ron.
Got smacked up the arse.
Yeah, I heard it on the radio.
Are you leaving it here?|- Yeah.
I'll run you home.|- Cheers, mate.
Ain't it nice?|- Yeah.
Feel like sunbathing.
Get me bikini on. Not.
I'll see ya later, alligator.
Hello, Rory.|- All right?
All right, Craig?
Yeah, all right?|- Yeah.
Coming in for your tea, Rory?
About twenty minutes?|- All right.
F*ck off, Craig! Fucking wanker!
Just f*ck off!
Are you all right?
Did he hurt you?|- Nah.
It's only a ball!
What are you doing?
He's a tosser.|- He ain't a tosser.
You're not at school now.|- I know!
What time did you get up|this morning?
I don't know.|- Yes, you do.
So? He's older.|- Yeah, but you're bigger.
Yes, you fucking are.|- Don't swear.
Here, it's all right.|I've got me key.
Come on!|- Don't shout.
What's she doing?|- I dunno.
She's probably on the toilet|or something.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you, you mean.
Yeah, I'm all right.
What have you been doing?|- Nothing. Just reading.
What's for tea?
Chicken and vegetable pies.
Want a biscuit?|- No.
You all right?|- Yeah.
Ain't got no whiplash|or nothing?
She fucked off.|- Did she?
Did you exchange|insurance details with her?
I pulled over, right?|She scarpers.
That's not very nice, is it?
Wouldn't be a world|without them, mate.
Anyway, she might have|done you a favor.
How do you mean?
If it hadn't have happened,|you might have driven...
It's what's-its-name,|fickle finger of fate.
when you woke up in the morning,|you'd never get out of bed.
tide comes in, tide goes out.|You're born, you die. That's it.
What's your missus make|at Safeway?
I don't know,|to tell you the truth.
You don't know what she earns?|- Enough, you know?
Keeps the wolf from the door...|with the bit I make.
All right.|- Hello.
I'll see you tomorrow.|- See you, Ron.
All right.|What have you got there?
Burger buns. Three dozen.
We ain't gonna eat all them.
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