[LATIN MUSIC]
[MUSIC STOPS]
[WHEELCHAIR APPROACHES]
Well...?
Well, what?
Are you T?
Who's asking?
I'm here to buy, I texted.
- You're new. - [HE CHUCKLES]
Yeah, cos I'm the surprise.
Hey, look, no, I'm not selling.
Hang on, you're not selling today, or you're not selling to me?
[HE SIGHS]
Look, I ain't no saint.
But I got to draw the line somewhere. You know.
No, I don't know.
Yeah, well, whatever, I'm not selling to someone like you anyway,
so it's just the way it is.
Someone like me?
What, women? Brunettes? Geminis?
Are you following me? Don't follow me, come on.
Don't tell me this is cos I'm in this.
Do you know how messed up that is? A drug dealer with a moral code.
Look, I said stop following me. So you'd better back off.
I don't want some bird overdosing in a wheelchair on my conscience, OK,
so...
Er, first of all, this is a powerchair.
Second of all, who's talking overdose?
Are you mad, eh? Piss off!
- What? - Don't you dare run away from me.
Are you kidding me? Stairs?
Oh, that's low.
Look, get down here, I know you can hear me.
I'm not your chance to be a better person.
I've never been one, it's too late for you,
so just do the decent thing, come down here
and sell me some fucking drugs!
Will you shut up?!
Wait there.
Follow me.
NOW he wants me to follow.
Hey, look, me gran lives up there, OK?
- She doesn't know I sell. - I don't need your life story,
I just need a 20 bag.
Ah, shit...
Give it to me.
- What? - Come on, all of it...
Before I change my mind.
Come on.
Turn around.
OK, you're good.
[SHE GASPS]
One minute.
SHE GASPS
Oh, OK. Look, just...
..be on your way.
[CHUCKLING:] What the fuck was that?
You know what?
I think we make pretty good partners in crime, you know.
Nah, mate.
- Oh, what, cos of the chair? - No...
Cos you're a junkie.
What, you think you're the only one who gets to tell it like it is?
I'll see ya.
Hey.
Hey!
[HE SCOFFS]
- You're unbelievable. - What?
What?!
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