Tango One Page #4

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doesn't interfere with my business.

You have 24 hours to get me my money, okay?

Should you not comply to do this,

I could consider that a default.

And in my world, no one defaults.

No one.

You all right, boss?

Why the f*** did you call him?

I thought he should know about you and him.

- Can you just give us a minute?

- (ZIPPING)

Well, maybe he should know

about some of your little secrets.

Oh, what, you mean the drugs?

Yeah, like you give a f*** about that.

I could be dead in a gutter

and you wouldn't notice, Mum.

Oh, I get it.

You're just doing it for attention, right?

(SCOFFS) You're married to a good man,

and you're f***ing a weasel of a man.

What does that say about you?

ZOE:
I literally just walked in

on you giving a man a blow job.

VICKY:
Are you saying...

- I'm your mother, and I'm the one...

- ZOE:
You're barely my mother.

VICKY:
Your stupid dad

is not raring to look after you.

And you think he's so fantastic,

so great, and you hate me.

ZOE:
I can't even listen to this.

I cannot even listen to this right now.

Stewart Sharkey.

What's going on?

I'm being screwed by the same guy

who's screwing my wife.

F***.

- He's cleaned my accounts out.

- What?

I promised the number one supplier

in Colombia

I'd have his money by tomorrow,

and now it's gone.

Well, I'll set up a meeting,

find out where he's staying.

It would be a very short meeting,

and I wouldn't be leaving it alive.

Now, I want you to stay here.

Keep a low profile.

What are you going to do?

Go home.

- It'll be okay, Vics.

- How is it going to be okay?

He'll be coming for us right now.

He's not f***ing Superman.

It's an eight-hour flight, for a start.

- Come on.

- (SIGHS) Just leave me alone.

This is all your fault.

That's not fair.

He's hardly going to care about what's fair.

(SIGHS) I always said not there.

Your place, hotels. That's what we agreed.

But you just had to

do it in his bed, didn't you?

Spray your f***ing seed on the competition.

- Oh, so it's all my f***ing fault, is it?

- He's going to kill us.

He'll need to find us to do that.

Look, can't you see this is meant to be?

Us together, properly.

I'm fed up with him treating you like sh*t

and me like a servant.

We both deserve a better life,

and you're going to get that.

And how are you going to afford that?

I transferred his money

into an off-shore account.

You serious?

We're rich.

(WOMAN SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SPITS)

Sir.

You know,

you're going to get a really sore throat

if you keep shouting like that.

It's all right because

we've got plenty of water for you.

Don't go anywhere.

Sorry to interrupt. Are you okay, sir?

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