Jet Trash Page #3

where palm trees sway

SOL:

Come on, ladies.

Tonight, my friend, tonight,

I'm gonna reclaim my belt, huh.

Yeah, yeah.

I got me lucky flip

flops on. You got no chance.

SOL:
You know, today's the first

day in months that I know

the date but I

have absolutely no idea

what day it is.

I think it's Thursday.

Yeah, well, it

feels like a Friday.

Every day feels

like a Friday, buddy.

LEE:

Alright, b*tches.

I'm gonna have a quick like,

five minute chat with Marlowe.

To do with business proposals.

Hi, Lee!

[UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC]

Woah!

[HIGH PITCHED RINGING]

[LIGHT AIRY AMBIENCE]

LEE:
Camomile with a

dollop of honey, Vix?

Just how you like it.

Thank you.

Shouldn't you be following

Marlowe around somewhere?

Actually, I was meaning to ask.

You couldn't get me like a

five minute meeting, could you?

Little business proposal

I wanna put his way.

LEE:
And I know youse

two are close or...

You've only been

working here five minutes.

LEE:
Yes, but I'll make you a

cuppa every day if you do.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Hey, you fancy reading

what the future holds for me?

It's bleak.

Yeah, but you haven't

even turned a card yet.

That's right.

Alright.

[DRAMATIC AMBIANCE]

Have you actually

got anything to say

or are you just

gonna eye f*** me?

Sorry, um, I've, look I...

I've been working in the

club a while now and I know how

everything works.

I'm hard working, I'm loyal.

I'm a man you can trust.

What's this gotta do with me?

I'd like to start selling gear

in your establishment,

Mr. Marlowe.

So, where to?

You can take us to Camberwell.

That's a bit

out of the way, innit?

Only for one of us.

'Cos you know the

club's losing money, don't ya?

Well, how can I help?

I'm getting a bit

hungry, actually.

Petrol station there. D'you

wanna pull up outside front,

I'll get something.

Thing is, you can't park

by the front, you have to...

Pull up at the front, Lee.

What are your aspirations, Lee?

Why?

Ambition's a dangerous thing.

RAY:
Put the f***ing cash in the bag, now!

F***ing now!

LEE:

F***. Sh*t!

MARLOWE:

Come on.

RAY:

F***ing move!

LEE:

F***.

LEE:
I can't f***ing go to jail,

I can't f***ing go to jail!

MARLOWE:

Park up!

What the f***?!

And home sweet home.

What? What, you live here?

That was our mate

in the petrol station.

You f***ers. Oh, you

f***ing f***ing f***ers, man.

Jesus Christ, I thought

I was gonna have a f***ing

heart attack.

Oh. You did brilliantly.

You consider

yourself one of the boys.

Hey, one more thing.

Yes, boss?

D'you wanna get married?

Insane is not taking an

opportunity that comes your way,

my brother.

Unless you got other

options on the table.

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