Act I Scene II

ACT I SCENE II

DALTON and CLIPS are sitting across from each other on fold out chairs, it has been about twenty minutes since SAMIR left.

CLIPS: Yo, D, what time is it, man?

DALTON: 8:30, cuz.

CLIPS: What the fuck’s taking Sam so long, man.

DALTON: Bun that for now. What took you lot so long to get here earlier?

CLIPS: D, you never let shit go, init?

DALTON: Just tell me, man. You man are always late, bruv.

CLIPS: Name one other time, fam?

DALTON: Okay, cuz. That time you man got high and forgot about that deal we had in Stonebridge. I nearly got wrapped by them breddahs outside Tesco.

CLIPS: We apologised for that, man.

DALTON: Nah, Sam did. You said ‘’Suck it up big man you were tooled up anyways’’ then you backed the rest of the E&J.

CLIPS: (Laughing) Sorry, init, fam.

DALTON: Fam, just tell me why you were late, man.

CLIPS: Cool, then, man. Sam was getting brain off that Yasmin ting init, that Arab ting from Finchley, you know Sam only deals with Arab tings.

DALTON: Fucking idiots, man. Whatever, init.

CLIPS: You’re just mad cos you don’t get tings, man. In some wack relationship like you shouldn’t be pressing on a daily, you’re a faceman you know?

DALTON: Mans happy with Emily anyways, man. She’s buffer than any yat you’ve ever dealt with.

CLIPS: Whatever, bruv. Keep telling yourself that. (Short silence) Where’s Sam anyways, man?

DALTON: Chill, man. He’ll be here soon he messaged man a bit ago he’s already got the ps.

CLIPS: If I don’t beat this Nora ting tonight, D, I’m slap you up, I swear.

DALTON: You ain’t gonna do me nuttin, man, shut your mouth, man.

CLIPS: We’ll see about that, bruv. Dickhead, man.

TERRY: Is this all you guys ever do? Just sit around and talk shit? (CLIPS and 

DALTON turn around to TERRY in confusion) Well? Is it?

CLIPS: Oi, fam, shut your fucking mouth.

DALTON: Who even said you’re allowed to speak, fam? You better just pray Sam found all fourteen bags, you know

TERRY: They money is there, it’s all there.

CLIPS: Good, now shut up, man.

TERRY: The way I see it, the only thing that’s keeping you little shits safe right now are these ropes on my wrists.

CLIPS: What the fuck you gonna do, bruv? Do you know who man is?

TERRY: You’re a little runt. Some idiot that Bennett can bend to do whatever he wants.

CLIPS: Are you fucking mad, fam? Oi D, untie this dickhead lemme show him wagwarn, fucking prick, bruv, is man mad?

DALTON: Clips, chill, man. Chill.

CLIPS: D, bruv, I’m tired of you calling shots, you think I’m gonna chill here and let this wack Danny Dyer chat bad to man?

DALTON: Clips, fam, focus on the task at hand, fam. Focus, fam, fucking focus.

CLIPS: Mans not smart, D, bruv, you're the intelligent one, you know man can only focus on one ting at a time and I was focused on blowing Nora’s back out but you got in the way with this ting. Now I’m focused on splitting this boog Grant Mitchell’s wig, that’s what I’m focused on now, D.

DALTON: Like that, yeah?

CLIPS: Fam, just like that, fam.

DALTON: You sure you wanna do this?

TERRY: HE AIN’T GOT THE FUCKING BALLS!

CLIPS:  Fuck you, bruv! (CLIPS scans his immediate surroundings and finds a stray bottle. He quickly picks it up and throws it towards TERRY’S head as he barks at him. TERRY manages to move his head enough to avoid the impact)

DALTON: Clips, man. (shoves CLIPS firmly)

CLIPS: What, bruv?!

DALTON: You need to chill, bruv, just fucking chill out, like.

Before CLIPS gets a chance to reply, SAMIR  re-enters the warehouse carrying a rucksack. He walks over to the three of them.

Enter SAMIR who shows the two boys the contents of the rucksack, fourteen thousand pounds in pink notes.

DALTON: All there, yeah?

SAMIR: Yeah, it’s all there, D, man counted it like three, four times, still.

CLIPS: My guy, Sam. (They hit fists)

SAMIR: This is what I do, fam. Best in ends.

CLIPS: Course, course. Now, D, set me the tool, fam. Lemme shoot this dickhead, man.

DALTON: Clips, man, I done already fucking told you no, bruv.

CLIPS: You know Bennett won’t even care if we dead him you know? If anything he’ll rate us man for it.

TERRY: You don’t need to kill me, I gave you your money, let me go.

CLIPS: Oi dickhead, I thought I didn’t have the balls, fam? What’s changed why you suddenly begging for, you pussy?

DALTON: Listen, we’re not deading man, init.

SAMIR: Fuck it, man. Just bell Bennett and see what he wants us to do.

CLIPS:  Fuck Bennett, man, fuck sakes, bruv. Let’s just fucking dead him, man!

TERRY: Bennett will just tell you to let me go, he’s got his fucking money!

CLIPS: Oi, Max Branning, shut up.

SAMIR: Yeah, D, this guy is mad annoying I say let Clips dead him, still.

DALTON: Mandem, listen to me one more time, no one is getting deaded off today.

CLIPS: D, bruv, you’re -

DALTON: FUCK IT, COME HERE, NOW, INIT! (DALTON grabs the two of them and takes them aside, away from TERRY and talks quietly by firmly) Listen, really fucking listen to me, mandem. No one is deading anyone today, you fucking get me? Ima go over to my man, I’m gunna chat to him and Ima let him go, if he pipes up, we rush him and spin out. Cool?

CLIPS: Look, fuck it. Whatever works faster, fam. I just wanna beat Nora, bruv, but still say we dead –

DALTON: Thomas, what did I say, what did I literally just fucking say, fam? What?

CLIPS: No one is deading anyone today, init.

DALTON: Sam. Sam, what did I just fucking say?

SAMIR: No one’s getting deaded.

DALTON: Now that we’ve blessed that, I’m gonna go over to my man and untie him, is that bless with you, yeah? Yeah? Safe. (DALTON walks over to TERRY, squats so they’re face to face)  Fam, Terry. I done told you already that I DON’T WANNA DEAD YOU, INIT. So mans gonna untie you and you’re not gonna try anything stupid or – (DALTON’S phone rings) Hold that thought, cuz.

DALTON answers the phone to Bennett, they go back and forth and when the call finishes, he goes back over to CLIPS and SAMIR

SAMIR: Who was that?

DALTON: Bennett, fam.

CLIPS: What did he say, bruv? Did you tell him you got the ps?

DALTON: Yeah

SAMIR: And what did he say, bruv?

DALTON: (Sighs deeply) He said dead Terry, fam.