The Liability

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# Look, my fans have

nine-to-fives... #

# Your fans are

nine and five #

# My fans miss

real hip-hop from '95 #

# My fans like music

they feel inside... #

# Your fans don't feel,

they conceal and hide #

# My fans hear truth

that's revealed inside #

# Your fans head-nod

to appealing lies... #

# Enough comparisons, ain't no comparing 'em,

my fans are parents... #

Whoa!

Sh*t!

Oh, you f***ing bastards.

F***ing hell.

Oh, f***.

Ooh.

Oh.

Smile.

Write-off.

You're damn f***ing right

he won't do it again.

All right?

Enjoying that?

- F***ing hell. - You mess with

my stuff and I'll mess with yours.

- Peter, he's my s--

- I ask you to join this conversation?

Get up. Up.

- Peter.

- You asked me to deal with it,

- So I'm dealing with it.

come on, you. - Mom.

"Mom, Mom." Move.

Get in.

Do you know

what goes on in here?

Darts?

Business.

You and me,

we're gonna talk business.

Very good for mental

arithmetic is darts.

Come here.

- How's your maths, son?

- I ain't your son, Peter.

No, but you are

my problem.

Go.

Mercedes Menz

C class, 61,000,

Minus one Xbox,

150, equals?

- I don't f***ing know.

- Equals?

Sh*t me!

Uh uh, 20 thousa--

Call it 60. Minimum wage,

F***ing 10 an hour.

You wish. 4.98.

We'll call it four.

Four years at minimum wage,

eight hours a day.

That's how long

it's gonna take you

to pay me f***ing back.

I wouldn't get four years if they

nicked me for it, you know.

Like I said, you're my problem,

not theirs.

Yeah, that's only

'cause you don't

want the feds sniffing around

your business, innit?

Innit?

Now what would you know

about my business?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Yeah?

Other phone.

Other phone.

Yeah?

Do you know

who's doing this?

All right, calm down.

I said calm down.

Yeah, go on. F*** off, you,

you f***ing bully.

Do you know what

goes on in here, son?

F***ing business.

What a tit-head.

Oh, f***ing hell.

Oh, you dirty bastard.

Oh, my f***ing god.

Sh*t.

Come on.

Come on,

you f***ing thing.

- You still here?

- Yeah.

You didn't say

if we're finished or not.

Should probably start

paying you back today--

Four years and that.

So I could mow the lawn

for you if you want.

- Gardner's been.

- Oh, yeah.

And don't say you'll wash

the f***ing car.

Don't worry. I'll find something

for you to do.

Go.

It's a sh*t job,

isn't it?

I've got something better

for you tomorrow.

Oh, don't f***ing tell me--

the septic tank?

Come here.

I've been thinking

about the conversation

we had earlier.

I think you're right.

I think you should take

more responsibility.

A guy I know needs

a driver.

Okay.

- Cool.

- Interest you?

Mmm. Why,

what's he drive?

Different jobs,

different cars.

His name's Roy.

You'll meet him

tomorrow morning at 6:00.

- 6:
00?!

- There's always the septic tank.

Okay, right. Yup.

I'll be there.

Good.

Now listen, uh...

Let's keep this to ourselves, eh?

Just you and me.

I'll sort out your mom.

Don't worry.

Lunch money.

And, Adam...

Don't f*** this up.

F***ing h...

F***ing hell.

Dominating the headlines

this morning

the story of another victim

in what the press have dubbed

"The Handyman Murders."

Just north of Newcastle

late last night...

Anything else?

Roy, yeah?

That's the last time I wanna

hear you say my name.

Okay.

What do I call you

instead then? Ray?

Nope.

What's wrong with Ray?

It's not your name.

Ah. Ray, Roy--

It's too similar.

Too easy.

So how do I attract

your attention?

Well, it's just me and you in the car.

I'll assume you're talking to me.

Okay, so we go to the services

for a bite to eat

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