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Er, hi. I want to arrange an appointment.

Where you at?

44 Hillingdon Drive.

All right. Ten minutes.

One thing I've learnt is that you should never look back.

The past is dead and buried. You get nothing from living there.

It's all about today.

But I've been having these dreams.

In them, nothing's real.

Nothing's solid, everything's fantasy.

Fucked.

An illusion.

In these dreams, I'm a life that's already gone by.

Get in, mate...

Today means nothing.

What you after...?

Today is just a ghost that's haunting me.

Ugh!

Agh!

You really are fucking stupid, aren't you? Eh?

Yeah?

- 'Yeah, you got something for me?' - Same spot, mate.

I'm at the end of the world, on the edge of things,

and I think about letting go.

Hey, gorgeous. Got some sweeties for me?

I think about falling.

My name is James Cook.

I did something once.

My ghosts won't let me forget it.

I told you not to come here.

I'm not fucking ya,

so either buy some petrol or fuck off.

What, so I'm a fucking crack whore now?

I'm not fucking ya.

I'm not fucking ya.

Ah! Ah, yeah!

Oh!

Ems...

I need somewhere to stay.

Ah, come on, man. When are you going to get your own place?

What's the point? The point is, we don't live together.

I'm just a bit sick of sleeping in me car, that's all.

I'll be home in four hours.

You can stay, yeah, until I get back.

All right. Cheers.

Cheeky cunt.

Bop! Bop!

Ha-ha-ha! Cook, man, what's happening?

- How many so far? - Three.

Oof! Eight, man. Eight!

Got nearly a G in the bank already.

You need to start playing catch-up, kid!

Right, get to it, then, lad. The night is young and so are we.

Look after yourself, lad.

Once you run, you get used to being scared.

I don't even notice it any more.

A background hum.

But sometimes it gets loud,

like someone's turned the volume right up.

You've got to feel it, really feel it.

Accept it.

And then it's just noise again.

But you'll never stop hearing it.

Not ever.

Police!

Wake up!

Oh... fuck's sake!

All right, I'm up! I'm up.

Fucking 'ell.

Hiya. I've told you, you don't need to double-lock.

What do you think's going to happen?

You look like shit.

Yeah, it's early, innit?

You got to go, Cook. I need to sleep.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

All right. I'm off.

Do I at least get a kiss?

No, Cook, you got to go.

All right.

All right, guys? What you after?

- Er, what do we want again? - I want one, yeah.

No, you want two, I want one.

Right, and I want two, so that's...

That maths GCSE paying off, Susie?!

Oh, fuck off, Norman. Erm, four, please.

I actually think I've only got enough for... one.

Oh, my God, why do you have to make everything so complicated?

- I'm not making this complicated. - Yeah, you are. You're being an idiot. I'm trying...

I've got enough for one!

Guys, guys, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!

How much have you got?

Thank you. Ta.

OK, so you've got enough for one...

Four and three-quarters.

Good maths! But I... I don't do quarters, so...

You look after that, sweetheart. And them.

- Cheers. All right, you happy? - Yeah.

You guys, you happy?

- Yeah, thanks. - All right, piss off, then.

Fucking kids.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

- Ey up, Louie. - 'Cook, where you at, man?'

Just in the park, mate, on some gym shit.

'Pumping iron, yeah?! Listen, d'you reckon you could come round?'

Yeah, all right.

'Awesome. Could you pick up some stuff on the way?'

Stuff? You mean stuff-stuff?

'I mean eggs, bacon, milk, bread. For breakfast.'

Ah, OK. Yeah, all right.

'Get a receipt, yeah?'

All right, mate.

Ah, fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Ah, fuck!

Ah, fuck it.

Louie...

Cook man! Good to see ya!

Ah, yeah.

How's it diddling, buddy? You all right?

Did you bring the bacon?

This guy... Straight down the line, no fucking about.

Right, Cooko?

Right.

Well, I could def go for full English.

Rob, d'you mind doing the honours?

Yeah, yeah. Give it here, Cook, mate. Aye.

Ah, shit. Erm...

Right, listen. My girlfriend's coming back from Newport any second -

you've got to skedaddle. OK?

Thank you very much. Bye!

All right, Jesus!

Sit down.

Speakin' of the fairer sex, Cooko, I need a favour off you.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, the thing is, I'm well busy ATM,

with the party imminent and whatnot, and the missus,

she needs someone to drive her about the next day or so.

We're buying a house, see, and she's got viewings and whatever

and all that other girlie shit.

What about my rounds?

Ah, Jason's got that covered. You can miss a day. So...

- you got my back? - Yeah, I got you, Louie. Whatever you want.

My boy! So fucking straight! Down the line!

Straight. No fucking about.

Bam! That's you.

Ah, it's the girl herself!

You all right, Charlie?

That is the last time - the last time -

I am going to fucking Wales, you hear me?

Newport is a fucking shit hole.

I'm telling you, Louie, never again.

All right, all right.

Babe, chill. Did you get it OK?

Yeah, yeah. All in there, same as always. Cool.

Mmm!

You did good, darlin'.

Yeah, yeah. Fuck you.

Thank you.

Newport, eh?

I don't mind, really.

When you look like I do,

I could be smuggling anthrax cut with Bin Laden's pubes in my vagina -

no-one would stop me.

So you're going to be my Driving Miss Daisy?

Yes, ma'am.

So you'll see immediately that there's lots of space.

Lots of light.

It's massive!

Right this way.

You can enjoy complete privacy.

Ah, yeah, I can even go skinny-dipping.

Well, yes.

Ah, it's warm!

- Well, it's heated. - How much?

- Sorry? - For the house, how much?

Can you give us a moment?

I just want to talk it through with my boyfriend.

Oh, yes, of course. Take as much time as you like -

I'll be out in my car when you've finished.

What are you doing? Trying before buying it.

Oh, I don't think that you should...

Whoo!

Oh, my God! It's really fucking awesome!

- You should get in here! - Nah.

Oh, come on! It's warm.

I'm all right.

Oh, Come on. Have fun for once in your life.

No, man, listen!

I'm not some fuckin'...

Just no.

All right. Jeez.

- Turn around. - Hmm?

I'm wearing lace. It's wet. Turn around.

- What's with you, Cook? - What do you mean?

I... Oh, turn around, for fuck's sake.

I want to know what's with you.