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and if you don't eat it, we're done.

- Want vodka.

- I don't have any f***ing vodka.

All right? Have a f***ing vegetable.

- Want a vodka.

- You can't have vodka with your meds.

I want a f***ing vodka.

You can't have f***ing vodka

with your meds!

Can't eat with that staring at me.

Join the f***ing club.

I already told you

he's not in any condition for visitors.

What is the problem, please?

He wants to see our Mr Anonymous.

- His name is Joe.

- What's his last name?

Matron, I'll deal with this.

As a relative.

A nephew perhaps?

- That's right, I'm his nephew.

- Please.

Joe is not in good shape.

I think he has 24 hours or less.

- What?

- I'm very sorry.

Do you wish to see him?

- Please.

- I'm Dr Raju.

Mitchel.

Mitchel.

Hello, Joe.

You should see the other guy.

Who is the other guy, Joe?

It's important you tell me

who the other guy is.

It doesn't make a difference.

Yes, it makes a difference.

I don't want to die, Mitch.

I thought I wouldn't mind, but I do.

Well, that's the difference, Joe.

So you tell me who did this.

Kid from the estates.

About 16.

Footballer.

Real one.

Scouted.

This morphine is a rush, Mitch.

I lived as long as I could.

I tried.

Well done, son. Well done.

- I need a burial plot.

- What?

I don't want to start from the beginning

again and tell you I need a burial plot.

Now if you ask me f***ing why.

Just get it done.

It'll cost ya. Not just money.

I told ya, I need your help tomorrow.

- Right.

- None of the lads are...

Now it's one flat. One flat, that's all.

This is it.

You know who I am,

and you know what this is.

He don't leave money here.

Look, just gimme something.

I got to have something.

I told you, I got nothing.

- Where is he?

- He's out.

- You'd better get out of here.

- Eh?

Why? Why's that then?

Why? Without what belongs to me.

Nothing belongs to you.

- What the f*** you say to me!

- My brother's coming over.

- Yeah, your brother is?

- What the f*** you doing?

F***ing get off me! F*** off!

What are you doing?

What are you doing, Billy?

Nothing broken. Ribs.

Nobody wants to pay compensations.

Bones and teeth, you pay for them.

Right.

We seem to be missing

your NHS number.

Taken care of, Matron. Thank you.

- Right. Thank you, Doctor.

- Thank you. No, thank you.

Good man.

I'll fix you up with some pain killers.

I thought you was behind me.

I said that.

I said, if it gets moody, run.

I said that in the van.

No, you didn't.

So what's this... this other job you got?

I don't have a job.

Listen, I run into Lee

down the Feathers.

He says... He says you got his job.

He says he don't mind 'cause it's you.

But, car collection in the garage.

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