Daphne Page #2

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ends, and then, that's called love.

That's what we all want.

It's f***ed.

- You talk a lot, don't you?

- No, I don't.

So, what, are you gonna fall in love

tonight then? Strangers in London.

Oh, what you mean?

We're gonna f***.

Yeah, maybe, but what we're not

gonna do is fall in love, so...

So you don't believe in

love, that's f***ing awesome.

Up up up up.

- Come on.

- Don't. F*** off.

- Get up.

- What the f*** are you doing?

Get up.

I'll just pee in your mouth.

Excuse me, where's any

mini cabs around here?

Down that street.

Okay, all right, can I also

grab some rolling backy?

Just whatever's

your cheapest really.

And some paracetamol.

Oh, f***. Thank you.

- That will be four...

- Yeah.

Open the till, man. Don't move.

Don't f***ing move, man.

Open that f***ing till!

I promise I will f***ing

stab you up, man.

I ain't playing fair, man.

Get a f***ing move on.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

You can give me your money,

oh, come on, come on now.

What the f*** is that?

That's f***ing roll over.

My mom gave it to me.

Oh, my... my mom gave...

What the f*** is wrong

with the both of you man?

What... what I've got a pair

of f***ing dummies, have I?

Huh? Give me the money.

Do you understand English?

You f***ing muppet.

F***. Oh, Jesus, f***. Oh, f***.

F***.

Yeah, ambulance. Yeah,

someone's been stabbed.

Near the... near the

Hilton on Tilly Street.

Yeah, yeah, I'll stay on the line.

Oh, f***.

- What's your name?

- It's Amir. My family.

- Oh, boy, what is it, what...

- Pict...

Pict...

- Picture.

- Oh, you f***ing twat.

- My family.

- What is it you want?

- Picture.

- Okay.

V-I-T-A-L-E. Vitale.

Daphne Vitale.

All right. Italian.

My dad is... was...

Sorry, was Sicilian.

They were different.

How old are you, Daphne?

Um, 20, um...

Uh, no, I'm 30... 31.

- Just wait there a sec, please.

- All right.

This is Deputy PC Curtis,

I'm calling to let you know

that as part of our

victim's support scheme

you're entitled to counseling.

If you could give me a call...

All right, people,

we got covers in,

let's pump it out.

Can someone please run

this f***ing food, huh?

Billie, come on, it's time here.

- You're the man.

- Don't blow smoke up my arse.

I wouldn't go near your arse,

not for the money you pay me.

Come on, hustle it up there.

Hey, Beth.

Yeah, I'm in the chemist's.

I'll be back in a minute.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Don't give me that bullshit.

You can't call someone's

beliefs bullshit.

You're just saying

it to sound cool.

Internet dating is consumers

are masquerading as love...

- What part of that sounds cool?

- Ooh. Look at me,

I've read Slavoj Zizek

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