Ill Manors Page #4

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What's wrong? Don't you understand

English or something? You little c*nt!

Now get 'em off!

Get the f***ing things off!

P*ssy Clark, you.

That's it.

Come on. Get your boxers off.

Get 'em off!

Do it, man!

I wanna see your knob!

Is that what you f***in' call it?

You c*nt!

Go on. F*** off! F*** OFF! Go!

What's wrong with you?

Wanker!

Go on!

Adios!

(Voice mail) 'The mobile number

you have called may be switched off.'

(Man 4) How long you gonna

keep me in here for?

Open the door!

Open the f***in' door!

You can't keep me in here this long!

(Man 5) Oi, mate, will you please shut up?

You haven't stopped all f***ing day!

(Man 4) Who the f*** are you, c*nt, eh?

I'll out your f***in' throat, man!

(Man 5) Ooooh!

(Man 4) What you don't believe me?

I'm out of Brixton.

I'm out of f***ing south-

(Man 5) Ooooh!

(Man 4) What, you making noises

now, yeah?

Is that all you can do? Make f***in' noises!

Make the noise again, c*nt! Go on!

Yeah, see. You f***ing won't, will ya?

You know the-

(Man 5) Oooooh!

(Man 4) All right, that's it.

See, when I get out-

I'm gonna wait for you, mate.

(Man 5) Didn't your mummy and daddy

love you when you was a kid?

(Man 4) Are you

some f***ing philosophiser, mate?

(Man 5) Siftin' here?

That's why you're so angry, mate!

(Man 4) Who are you talking to, mate?

Carry on, c*nt! Go on!

(Man 5) Your mother was a prostitute!

(Man 4) Listen to me! Oi, f***ing listen!

Open this f***ing door!

(Man 5) Hey!

That's why no one f***ing loves ya, mate.

(Man 4) Shut up! You f***ing c*nt!

I swear I'll get you.

(Man 5) Who do you send

the Father's Day card to?

You don't know him, do ya?

(indistinct shouting)

(Man 5) No one likes you!

No one loves you!

(Man 4) Open the door!

Open the f***ing door!

(Rapping)

Huh? Well, bell me when you

f***ing see him then, innit, bruv?

Can you put your phone down?

We need to speak to you.

Oh, f***'s sake!

- All right...

- Put your phone down, please.

What?

- Hands out of your pockets.

- Don't f***ing touch me!

Stop swearing and take your hands

out of your pockets.

I will tell you when we're done, OK?

- Hey, what's going on?

- Do you know this person?

- Yeah, I do. What's he done wrong?

- It's a routine check, OK?

- I ain't done nothing.

- Aaron, just shut up, all right?

And who are you exactly?

My name's Jo Lloyd.

I work in social care for the council.

And I used to be his social worker.

It looks like it's your lucky night.

Maybe your social worker

can teach you some manners.

Yeah... F***ing pigs!

- Oi! Can you just shut up?

- What?

I'm standing here, making a f***ing

phone call, minding my own business...

- They start harassing me for no reason.

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