Ill Manors Page #5

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- Yeah, all right. They've gone now.

What you doing here, anyway?

You were meant to be

meeting me today.

Oh, sh*t!

Some madness happened. I've been

sorting it. I've been stressed. Sorry.

Forget about it. That came for ya.

I don't want that.

You don't have to open it now, do you?

Just take it.

- I don't wanna open it ever.

- Please. Just take it.

One day you might feel differently.

Humour me. Take it.

Thank you.

Anyway, stay out of trouble, yeah?

Oh, and... take that hat off.

And maybe the old bill will leave you alone.

Yeah, I doubt it.

- F***!

- (Ed) Yes, yes!

Yeah, yeah.

- What the f*** are these lot doin' out here?

- Huh?

What the f*** are them lot doin'?

What's goin' on?

- Nothin', man.

- You all right?

- They charge you?

- Nah. Still kept me overnight. What's this?

- Just a little piece, innit?

- Where's the rest?

Back at the spot.

I ain't gonna f***in' walk around with it.

- Let's f***in' blitz, bruv. Got my phone?

- Nah, I'm getting' it now.

- What do you mean you're getting it now?

- Huh?

- Where's my phone, bruv?

- I let Kirby use it to make a call, innit?

So it's at Kirby's house?

Some crackhead

must have took it out of the house.

- Some crackhead took it out the house?

- Yeah. I know who she is.

I ask you to do one f***ing thing for me

and you lost my phone?

- Just use my phone and-

- Why am I gonna use your phone, hm?

How are my cats gonna call your phone

when they don't know your number?

Kirby's bellin' me now. Yeah?

Yeah. Is it definitely her?

What's goin' on?

She better be there

when I come down.

What the f*** is going on, bruv?!

Safe. Bruv, it's there.

Shall we go and sort it out?

She's got my phone?

On her right now?

- Yeah, let's go!

- Come on!

- What have I f***ing done to you?

- Don't f***ing talk to me, bruv!

Don't f***ing talk to me!

(Girl) ..like a half hour.

Look at all these f***ers.

We go back a week early

and they're all chillin', like...

- Oi, Jody...

- What?

- How old are you?

- 15. Why?

- One more year till I can f*** you then.

- F*** off, man!

F***, man.

- Safe, man.

- All right. Cool, yeah?

- You get the dough?

- Yeah. It's my mum's.

I feel bad, innit?

- I told you I'll pay you back later.

- But how are you gonna to get the money?

I told you. I'll just rob someone, innit?

What if you don't find anyone?

My mum will be angry if I can't-

- Wanna get some weed or not?

- Yeah!

Well, then trust me, innit?

I'll only be a minute!

- You change your clothes?

- No.

Yes, you did. You was wearin'

the Black King tracksuit earlier.

I spilt something on it. What's the problem?

I can't change my clothes.

- What did you spill on it?

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