Sugarhouse Page #4

Yeah?

Put your money on the table

and get the f*** out.

- Give me the gun.

- What the f***...

- No.

- Come on.

- Get off me! What the f*** are you doing?

- F***ing give it to me..

You're crazy...

You f***ing dirty f***er.

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

Come on! Come on! Come on, you...!

- You f***er!

- What you doin'?

D?

Get off!!

You f***ing gaybo!

For f***'s sake, D,

put that wee thing away.

Hoods!

What's going on, man?

Fine?

Who the f*** is that?

Since when have you been selling

your arse? Huh?

Since when have you

been selling your arse?

- Hoods, man, l ain't selling my arse, blud.

- Oh.

So what were you doing, huh,

when l came in?

- How much money you been making?

- l said...

l know you been making money 'cause

you was over at Crystal's last night!

- Why didn't you tell me?

- l ain't selling my arse.

You didn't tell me because you owe me

money, you little f***ing crackhead.

You owe me f***ing money!

Get up the f***ing stairs!

No, wait, wait.

l've got to have words with D.

lf l see you before l've gone,

l'll f***ing ruin you.

Gaybo.

Eh, Hoods, man. Low it, low it!

What the f*** are you doing?

What did l say two weeks ago?

- Didn't l tell you to lie low?

- l've been lying low! l ain't been nowhere!

So where did your man Gay Bollocks

come from?

- l met him on the street.

- Where did he f***ing come from?

- l met him on the street!

- Oh, did you?

On the f***ing street?

Hey, low it! Hey, Hoods, please...! Stop!

- You f***ing stupid...

- l swear. l ain't told him nothing, man!

Sh*t. What are you doing, Hoods?

Don't! Sh*t...!

- What does it look like?

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

You don't go picking up

some gaybo pervert off the street

three weeks after what

we've done.

You f***ing don't...

- Peace!

- l'm going down for life.

Hoods, l didn't even do anything,

though, man!

- Blud!

- Yes, you f***ing did!

Sh*t!

F***, it's in here! F***!

Jesus Christ, it's in here!

Your man down there

could be Special Branch, D!

Oh, f***!

OK, man, just breathe.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Nam myoho renge kyo!

OK, so...so l got a question

that l got to ask you.

About your money?

The money that l owe you?

Hoods, listen. l'm trying to get your money

but things are just way out...

l've been trying to get your money, l swear!

Everything's messed up.

Remember? l came to your house

- and you were safe about it. Remember?

- Exactly.

You came round my gaff last night.

Hm?

Hm?

So where's my f***ing gun?

So where's my f***ing gun?

l don't know where your gun is.

- l ain't taken your gun, l swear.

- Jesus! OK. All right.

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