London Boulevard

You, you're out.

How goes it, Mitchel?

Prison makes me nervous, Billy.

Let's go, then.

Here's something new for you.

You can't smoke in the fucking pub.

They done it in Ireland.

They done it, f*ck me,

they done it in France.

New York, they've made the fags,

so they burn out

if you leave them in the ashtray.

Tastes like shit as well.

You been to New York, Billy?

Well, that's another

fucking story, isn't it?

The guy that

owned this flat, this doctor,

got into heavy sch-took with,

shall we say, a money lender.

Left everything.

- You're the money lender?

- Well...

Part of a firm.

And, we'd like you to be on-board.

I don't think so, Billy.

Still, you stay. Think about it. Whatever.

Where you gonna go otherwise, right?

What? 80 they give you

to make your way in London.

In London?

What is it, 47 a week

job-seekers allowance?

On Kennington Road.

Here.

I won't use it.

You need it.

And you need me, mate.

You need your friend, Billy.

There's a party tonight,

of course there's a party.

Usual, down at the Hanover.

Don't be late. It's your party, isn't it?

Did they hurt you in there, Mitchel?

Nah, not so you'd notice.

They hurt me in there, Mitchel.

I know they did, Joe.

It's all right now. Here.

You don't have to do that.

Yeah, I do.

It's a tax you pay for being all right.

You missed the World Cup.

Let's have it.

F*ck off.

Go on.

That's a shit place to park.

You're a legend.

A little something

for a rainy day, mate!

Here you go, mate!

Welcome back, brother.

Shame we can't talk about work

in a place like this, Mitch.

There's something I want

to throw you way.

If you don't talk about work here,

Danny, where do you talk about it?

- It's full of fucking reporters, isn't it?

- What?

Do you know what I mean?

Fucking congregation

of fucking southeast villains like this.

I mean, see that one over there? There.

Right, she's writing a fucking book.

And they all want their

fucking picture taken, don't they?

They all want their photo in it.

Fucking bunch of fucking tossers.

The pad you're in, yeah?

I don't need to tell ya

there's no free lunches.

There are other things I can do,

and maybe I want to fucking do them.

No, it ain't like you think.

I ain't going back inside, Billy, ever.

For fucking no one.

Then don't get caught,

you fucking cunt.

There's a bit of a ruckus

in the cellar, lad.

I think it's your sister.

Did you invite my sister?

Me? No.

She's a fucking cow.

Come on, darling.

What are you going to do?

Are you going to kill me?

- Aye, I may.

- You going to kill me?

Hey, hey. Yo, bro. It's all cool, yeah.

It's alright.

When you're black, I'll fucking tell you.

I told him. I told him it was only kissing.

Christ, Mitch, that ain't right. That's...

I don't give a f*ck who it is!

That's Purple Dave's nephew.

- Which Purple Dave?

- Eh?

Hey, what's up?

Where you going? Mitch?

- You look nice, Briony.

- Yeah? Do you like it? I stole it.

I'll call you tomorrow, all right?

You get some rest

and no more drinking, right?

I've not been drinking.

I've not been fucking drinking.

- On my meds, some chance.

- Briony, you've been drinking.

- Get some rest.

- I've not been drinking.

I've not... Ugh!

F*ck! Smells like someone's

been drinking in here.

West 11. End of the road.

And make sure

she gets to the front door, yeah?

If you care about me,

you come and take care of me.

We tried that.

Here.

All right.

I haven't been drinking!

Fancy a drink?

All right. Not here.

Somewhere else.

Never again.

Where's Mitch?

Mad Tommy said...

Mad Tommy with the mad hairpiece,

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