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All right, then, son, why don't you tell me your name?
- You already know my name.
- I'd like you to tell me what it is anyway.
- It's for their benefit.
- Who's "they"?
- Whoever's listening.
- My name is Harvey Miller.
- What's your date of birth, Harvey?
April 19th, 1989.
You're 22. That's a good age. Wish I were 22.
- I wish I were a lot of things.
- What do you wish you were, Harvey?
- Somewhere else.
- Fair play.
- Harvey, I want you to do something for me.
I want you to tell me what you're doing sat
Where shall I start?
I do hope you don't miss out the bit
You can joke about it if you like, Harvey.
But this is a serious situation.
Now, I can tell by the state of your face
At least, if you did, it wasn't very successful.
Given his track record,
you may well have acted in self-defence,
but he's the one in hospital.
And if he doesn't wake up,
you're gonna be in a lot of trouble.
And if he does wake up and he's more convincing than you,
You've only been out a matter of weeks, Harvey.
in any court in England.
for good behaviour this time round.
If you really want a full picture,
we're gonna be here a while.
You have my undivided attention
for the rest of the night.
Demps, it's Harvey. I'm out.
Listen, mate, I need a lift.
I'll go to the station,
wait outside till three. If you haven't...
Oh, for f*ck's sake.
You've either been let out of prison
or kicked out the army.
You all right, Demps?
Not bad, Harvey, not bad.
Look at you. You've... not changed a bit.
- Can't believe it's been six months.
- It's been a year.
- That right?
- Can't have missed you very much, then.
- Cheeky bastard.
Twelve months, three days this morning.
seeing as you gave us all the f*ck off.
You know how it is, Demps.
I didn't want you to see me...
I know how it is. Come on.
- You look good, mate.
How was it?
A lot of reading. A lot of waste of time.
Came through it, though.
You're a harder man than me.
- Like that were ever in question.
- Do you wanna walk home?
Probably safer. What happened to the van?
- Temp replacement.
- Nought to 60?
If you push it down a big hill. Get in.
Good-looking lad like you, 12 months inside,
must hurt to sit down.
You weren't, though, you know...?
Just drive, you dickhead.
F*cking thank Christ.
Charlie didn't know it were Dodd's bird.
Dodd had been keeping her well away from us
out of fear she'd realise he was the least
interesting and ugliest out of his mates,
which he is, but he should have known
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