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No, not holding hands.
In that case you can do it. You were quite happy to do a lot more last night.
And that's what's illegal. Do you know what they do to people like me inside? They'd cut my balls off and flush them down the fucking toilet.
Calm down. You're not going to jail.
Easy for you to say.
Can I see you again?
Certainly not.
What do you want?
Are you clean?
Yes.
Is that a promise, then?
Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.
Calm down, I'm just asking. Is that hash I can smell?
No.
I wouldn't mind a bit, if it is.
Well, it isn't.
Smells like it.
You're too young.
Too young for what?
You're not getting any younger, Mark. The world is changing, music is changing, even drugs are changing. You can't stay in here all day dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop.
It's Iggy Pop.
Whatever. I mean, the guy's dead anyway.
Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year. Tommy went to see him.
The point is, you've got to find something new.
It's so simple. We buy it at four grand, we punt it at twenty to this guy that Sick Boy knows, and he punts it at sixty. Everyone's happy, everyone's in profit. I put up two. I come away with six.
Unless you get caught.
So long as everyone keeps their mouths shut, we'll not be getting caught.
So why have you told me about it?
Well, you're not going to tell anyone, are you, and besides, I thought we could meet up afterwards, maybe go somewhere together.
I've got a boyfriend, Mark.
What? Steady like?
That's right: 'going steady' for four weeks now.
And what age are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?
Sixteen next month.
Happy birthday.
What do you think I should be carrying a torch for you?
So, what's he like?
Well, he's young and he's healthy.
And remember, Rents: no skag.
Aye, OK, Fr. But the good times couldn't last for ever.
It's a scandal, Franco.
Too right it is. Now look, have you got anything to eat, 'cos I'm fucking Lee Marvin, by the way.
What?
I've no fucking cigarettes.
Hey, I'm wanting a bet put on.
Can you not go yourself.
I'm a fugitive from the law. I can't be seen on the fucking streets. Now watch my lips. Kempton Park. Twothirty. Five pounds to win. Bad Boy.
I'm no a fucking buftie and that's the end of it.
Let's face it, it could have been wonderful.
Yes, you fucking do. I've seen your statement.
Jesus.
Two thousand, one hundred and thirty three pounds.
Four kilos. That's what Ten years' worth? Russian sailors? Mikey Forrester? What the fuck are you on these days? You've been to jail, Spud, so what's the deal like it so much you want to go back again?
This was his nightmare. The dodgiest scam in a lifetime of dodgie scams being perpetrated with three of the most useless and unreliable fuckups in town. I knew what was going on in his mind: any trouble in London and he would dump us immediately, one way or another. He had to. If he got caught with a bagful of skag, on top of that armed robbery shit, he was going down for fifteen to twenty. Begbie was hard, but not so hard that he didn't shite it off twenty years in Saughton.
Did you bring the cards?
Buy yourself that island in the sun?
For four fucking grand? One palm tree, a couple of rocks, and a sewage outflow.
We'll be halfway down the road with the money.
I'd fucking kill you.
I guess you would, Franco.
Cool down, Franco. The guy's sorry.
Not sorry enough for being a fat cunt.
Twenty thousand.
But it's not worth more than fifteen.
Ninteen.
For fuck's sake.
Sorry, mate, I'll get you another.
All down my fucking front, you fucking idiot.
Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
Sorry's no going to dry me off, you cunt.
I want the money, Mark, that's all.
If everyone keeps their mouth shut, there'll be no one going to jail.
I don't know, maybe I'll buy something for my ma, and then buy some good speed, no bicarb like, then get a girl, take her out like, and treat her properly.
Shag her senseless.
No, I don't mean like that I mean something nice, like, that's all
You daft cunt. If you're going to waste it like that, you might as well leave it all to me. Now get the drinks in.
Shut you mouth or you'll be next.
You've stabbed me, man.
You were in my way.
Did you tell him?
No. On you go.
What?
The cards. The last thing I said to you was mind the cards.
Well, I've not brought them.
It's fucking boring after a while without the cards.
Well, I've not brought them.
It's fucking boring after a while without the cards.
I'm sorry.
Bit fucking late, like.
Well, why didn't you bring them?
Because I fucking told you to do that, you doss cunt.
Christ.
OK. Same again?
I'm off for a pish. When I come back, that money's still here, OK?
I'll be right after you.
You'll never catch us, you flabby bastard. Right, see, when I come back
What do we do? Okay. Fuckedup Bowman's turning blue. Doctor. We need a doctor.
Your dad's a doctor. Call him
He's a research doctor. You're dad's a doctor, too
What kind of research?