Pushers (2025) s01e01 Episode Script
What's in the Parcel?
This programme contains
strong language and adult themes
Oi, you! Don't fucking move!Oh!
SHE PANTS
Oi, stop!
Fuck!
Very disabled, move, move!
SHE GRUNTS
Everything all right?
SQUELCH!
Fuck!
The man came in, took one look at me,
and cut my benefits in half.
You've had ataxic cerebral palsy
since birth? Yep.
Due to a complication -
whoop -
on the exit slide.
I didn't breathe for 17 minutes.
I really wouldn't recommend it.
How does your cerebral palsy
affect you on a daily basis?
My speechobviously,
and when I walk,
I drag one foot behind
You've ticked
.."walking long distances brings
you considerable pain."
You got here.
You don't seem to be
in considerable pain.
Your words.
Well, no, not today, but
TYPES KEYS
"Not in pain."
Well, no, don't write that.
Moving on.
Do you regularly soil yourself?
Oh, God.
BANGS DOOR
God.
Oh, God!
Mam, the lighter.
Pass me the fucking lighter, Mam.
Oh, God!
Sorry!
Hey, hey, hey. You're, um
Don't I, um?
Didn't we shag in a Co-op
storeroom?
I don't shop in Co-op.
Their sausage rolls
are not big enough.
Could've been in Asda. Hmm, Asda.
I think we went to school together.
Ewen Sheridan, right?
Fuck!
It's fucking you, man.
Hey, fuck, it's Emily Dawkins!
Wait, I thought you'd died.
Oh, no.
That was that other disabled kid.
The other one. Wendy.
Hmm. Pot-ayto, pot-ayto.
I haven't seen you since
The fires.
Nobody believed that sweet
little Emily were involved.
I could get away with anything.
What are you here for?
An appeal. Hmm.
But I fucked it.
I told them I don't soil myself.
Yeah, you gotta play the system.
Mam
..do you soil yourself?
Yeah. Can you wipe your own arse?
No. Are you in pain?
SHE WINCES AND GROANS
HE LAUGHS
Just your regular Julie Dench
over 'ere!
She's got that multiple scoliosis
thing, right, but it's not that bad.
Sclerosis, you dumb fuck.
Scleros
And what's up with you?
One foot -
half a size bigger than the other.
Look at 'em.
Bizarre.
And I do genuinely
fucking shit myself, but
..only when I'm completely
fucking battered.
So, what do you do for a job, like?
I work for a charity.
We check if workplaces
have accessible loos.
And then we give them
a sticker if they do.
Oh, I love stickers, man.
So, do toilets pay well?
It's voluntary.
But Jo, our boss, she's amazing.
She'll start paying us soon.
We have an office in the back.
Is that where they keep
the donkeys?
Yeah. It is.
Don't it stink?
Yeah. It does.
Look, it's a bit random,
but if you need 50 squid
you could deliver this tomorrow
at 10:00.
Flat 42, Gurnard House.
I'm too busy to do it meself.
What's in it?
Kinky shit. I sell whips,
plugs, clamps, flashlights.
Are flashlights kinky?
Well, they are
when you stick your cock in one.
Well, it feels a bit dodgy.
Right. Where is it? Suit yourself.
I'm saved under "fit boy
from assessment centre".
Text me when you change your mind.
I won't.
You fucking will.
I won't!
Will. I won't!
Will!
I won't!
Fucking WILL!
I WON'T!
Will!
Mr Andrew Hadden?
My name's Hope
and I work for a Bracklington-based
disability charity called Wee CU.
Is now a convenient time to speak?
When might be a convenient time
to speak, Mr Andrew Hadden?
"Half past fuck off"?
That's disappointing. Just hang up.
Hello, Emily Dawkins.
No, I was speaking to Emily Dawkins,
not you, Andrew Hadden.
May I ask you one final question?
Would you prefer disabled people
simply shat in their wheelchairs?
No, genuinely, I'm interested.
ANDREW HADDEN: I will be reporting
you to the Charity Commission,
I hope you're aware
THUMPING
Oh.
The phone's broken,
so I'm off to lunch.
Meal deal, Harry Clarke?
No!
HE GRUNTS
Hurry up.
Oh, I signed for a parcel for Jo.
Oh, thanks. Um, make any phone calls?
Phone calls? Oh
Who to?
Don't worry.
Enjoy your meal deal.
Yeah.
Oh, yes.
SHE SNIFFS DEEPLY
Mmmm, Jo.
I got a notification about a
parcel.
Hi, Jo!
A parcel?
No, nothing's here.
Um, if it comes,
I could come to yours,
drop it off,
cheeky glass of wine
It's only lingerie. No rush.
Oh, cool.
Groovy. Yeah, yeah.
Listen, um
..Emily.
Do you know why I started
this charity?
You want every workplace
to be welcoming
and accessible
to all disabled people.
Yeah. But, specifically,
Soho Farmhouse.
Did you know they only have
two disabled parking spaces
and, like, one accessible toilet?
No. We rang up
and, actually, they have, like
Don't.
It's abhorrent, Emily.
Let's talk donations.
Yeah, you first,
and then I'll offer my two pence.
Have we had any donations?
Two pence.
And technically that was
bank interest.
Actually, I've been meaning
to talk to you about wages.
Well, listen, lovely,
I can't afford to endlessly pour
money into this little thing.
Bring in those juicy donations,
yeah?
Book assessments. And then,
perhaps we can go to Soho Farmhouse
together.
Check out the toilets.
But if nothing improves
by the end of the year,
we'll have to shut down.
Please,
don't make me be that person.
DOMINOES SCATTER
RINGING TONE
MAN MUMBLES
What am I looking for?
What am I? What am I?
What am I? Oh, God!
What was that
..pretty lady?
BUZZER
DISTANT SHOUTING
Ka-ga, ka-ga.
Ka-ga!
QUIETLY: The bin.
What?
The bin! The green bin.
What?
Don't keep saying "what".
Have you heard of bins?
The bin. Go to the bin.
Oh, OK!
There we go.
Come on.
Yeah, there's a white envelope.
Got it!
Thank you!
All right, all right.
Bye! Don't say bye!
Fuck me
Rude.
Shit!
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Fucking hell.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
Big boy!
I always wondered.
You'll know this -
you work with donkeys.
What kinda animal
is an uht?
Don't worry.
They're extinct now.
Right.
They're dead.
Never open the serious-looking ones.
Just chuck it.
"Dear Miss Dawkins."
Why do they have to rub it in
that I'm single?
And ageing. You're past your prime.
"I'm writing to inform you
"that your appeal was
"..unsuccessful."
Told you, mate. You shoulda
dribbled. Even I dribble a bit.
"All money to be ceased immediately."
Fuck off and die.
Love from the DWP.
Did they actually write that?
So I lose the few quid they gave me,
for what?
Cos I can walk to work
and touch the end of my nose
with my index finger?
That's not lingerie!
What do they want me to do?
Just stay stuck here
in this house,
shitting in an adult nappy
like a big fucking baby?
YELLS: What the fuck are you doing?!
Shit!
It was drugs?!
Of course it were drugs, man!
You seriously thought I were
running
an underground sex toy business?!
No.
My dad will be home soon.
Go, go!
Outside!
I'm a drug user, not a drug dealer.
Paracetamol, ibuprofen.
Sometimes both!
Listen, right,
seeing you again, right,
has got me thinking.
The ideal drug mule
is a good ol' girl
with an obvious disability!
So, vi-o-lah!
"Voila"?
Voi-olah!
Yeah?
You could pass off any powder
as your meds or say,
"A nice man fucking gave 'em me,"
right,
and then start fucking screaming.
Play up your cerebral whatsit,
right?
We can make shitloads
of fuckin' money!
Here, smell it.
Smell it.
Yeah. Give it a good smell.
SHE RETCHES
You all right?
Onions?
Emily, love? Are you home?
Um Oh, my God. Oh!
VACUUM WHIRS
What's this, then?
I dropped a bag of
Sugar. ..flour.
Flour? Yeah, I was baking
flap A big cake. ..jacks.
Flapjacks don't use flour, man.
A lovely big flapjacky cake.
Oh, right. Yeah.
When's it ready?
We ate it. Yeah.
Before you cleaned up?
Oh, we were well 'ungry.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
What?
Um, all right. Bye-bye, Mr Hawkins.
Yeah, see you later.
Bye, helpful boy!
No problem!
You should go, OK?
Listen, hold coin for a bit, yeah?
Yeah?
Think about it.
All right? OK.
Bye-bye!
Bye-bye.
I bet you'll keep that money.
I won't. You will. Won't.
Good day, Dad?
The best.
I've got me front page for October.
A guy on the estate
is stealing lead.
It's a lead about lead!
That joke will work written down.
OK
Oh, hi!
Hiya. Hello!
Hello. Remember me?
It's parcel lady.
Yeah. No pressure,
but can we swap back our parcels?
It'd be great for my conscience
Yeah. ..if we could.
Right. You want your packet back,
yeah? Yes, please. Yeah?!
Yeah, you want me to sell it to ya?
Yeah.
Yeah, will that be good? Yeah.
Are you fucking filming me
or summat?
Are you fucking filming with
your little camera? Excuse me.
With your little fucking camera?
When's the last train to Ganstead?
What?!
When's the last train to Ganstead?
I'm not a fucking timetable. When's
the last train to fucking
Ganstead?!
I'll fucking bounce you up and down.
Move.
Give me that money. Give me this.
Give me this
Oh! Oh!
Crips help crips.
Hold me beer.
Oh, fucking Oh! Jesus!
There.
There's your fucking timetable
DOG BARKS
Hey! You lot!
You're fucked! Stay right there!
Well, it's not
as if we're Usain Bolt
and fucking Paula Radcliffe, is it?
Don't touch that dog.
DOG BARKS
Is that what you teach dogs to do
now, is it, maul disabled people?
What are ya, Humberside Police
or the fucking SS?
Just stay there, sir.
I need to talk to
We're a couple of poor cripples
who get mugged in broad daylight
and now you're setting vicious dogs
on us!
I want to speak to the young lady
now, sir.
So SHUT UP!
Are you all right?
SLOWLY: Can you tell me
what's wrong?
I
I can't help it.
Am I in trouble?
Of course not. Um
Oh! Er
Gotta go.
Um, did you want to file a report?
No.
Thank you, Mrs Policeman.
Did you really piss yourself?
Ta-da!
Waste of good beer, that.
SHE CHUCKLES
Thank you for beating the living shit
out of that man.
How can I ever repay ya?
Blowie?
Yeah, I probably
won't give you a blowie.
Worth a try.
How about a pint?
And that's why I had to have iodine
injected into my urethra.
I wouldn't recommend Belgium.
What's YOUR back story?
Oh, I used to tell people at school
that I was like this cos my dad was
Stephen Hawking.
Fancy a cocktail?
Do they do 'em in 'ere?
No, I'm fucking joking.
We're having a lager.
Two more, please, Dave.
Well, look who it is. Emily
Dawkins.
About your money
Did you bring a heavy?
Shush. He's on paleo.
He's trying.
Ewen, I lost the money you left me.
But I got some of the
QUIETLY: ..drugs back.
No worries. You're not angry?
Nah, I'm happy.
Happy Ewen,
that's what Nan calls me.
So he's not here to break my legs?
What would be the point?
Nah, this is Minibus Masir.
All right? I'm Masir.
He has a minibus.
Nice one.
When's the last train to Ganstead?
Oh, heel!
We're old friends.
Right, OK.
Well, if you need me, I'll be
..shootin' pool.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
You, you brought a heavy?!
I did. One word,
and he'll tear your face right off.
POOL BALLS RATTLE
So, we do have a good laugh,
don't we?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have a good laugh, don't we?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, right. So, did ya
think about what I said, yeah?
Yes. Yeah. It's a no.
Oh, come on, Em, right.
You're perfect.
You're a lonely, boring,
single woman rapidly hurtling
towards middle age.
Am I right, Masir? 100%.
You're invisible. You're nuffink!
You have a lovely way with words.
You're gonna come work with me,
aren't ya?
Let me think about this properly.
The charity doesn't pay me.
Shit career prospects, tick.
And I'm stuck living with my dad.
No life, tick.
Er, sad dad, tick.
He looked quite well, by the way,
old Steve Hawkings.
Yeah, talking normal again.
What would happen if I get caught?
If yous was caught,
they'd just, like,
well, look at you,
and they'd be, like
Fuck it. Fine.
But just until I clear my debts.
Here's some more cocaine for you
to deal.
Are you dealing cocaine on a
Wednesday lunchtime, Emily Dawkins?
No.
Why would you think that?
Not again!
strong language and adult themes
Oi, you! Don't fucking move!Oh!
SHE PANTS
Oi, stop!
Fuck!
Very disabled, move, move!
SHE GRUNTS
Everything all right?
SQUELCH!
Fuck!
The man came in, took one look at me,
and cut my benefits in half.
You've had ataxic cerebral palsy
since birth? Yep.
Due to a complication -
whoop -
on the exit slide.
I didn't breathe for 17 minutes.
I really wouldn't recommend it.
How does your cerebral palsy
affect you on a daily basis?
My speechobviously,
and when I walk,
I drag one foot behind
You've ticked
.."walking long distances brings
you considerable pain."
You got here.
You don't seem to be
in considerable pain.
Your words.
Well, no, not today, but
TYPES KEYS
"Not in pain."
Well, no, don't write that.
Moving on.
Do you regularly soil yourself?
Oh, God.
BANGS DOOR
God.
Oh, God!
Mam, the lighter.
Pass me the fucking lighter, Mam.
Oh, God!
Sorry!
Hey, hey, hey. You're, um
Don't I, um?
Didn't we shag in a Co-op
storeroom?
I don't shop in Co-op.
Their sausage rolls
are not big enough.
Could've been in Asda. Hmm, Asda.
I think we went to school together.
Ewen Sheridan, right?
Fuck!
It's fucking you, man.
Hey, fuck, it's Emily Dawkins!
Wait, I thought you'd died.
Oh, no.
That was that other disabled kid.
The other one. Wendy.
Hmm. Pot-ayto, pot-ayto.
I haven't seen you since
The fires.
Nobody believed that sweet
little Emily were involved.
I could get away with anything.
What are you here for?
An appeal. Hmm.
But I fucked it.
I told them I don't soil myself.
Yeah, you gotta play the system.
Mam
..do you soil yourself?
Yeah. Can you wipe your own arse?
No. Are you in pain?
SHE WINCES AND GROANS
HE LAUGHS
Just your regular Julie Dench
over 'ere!
She's got that multiple scoliosis
thing, right, but it's not that bad.
Sclerosis, you dumb fuck.
Scleros
And what's up with you?
One foot -
half a size bigger than the other.
Look at 'em.
Bizarre.
And I do genuinely
fucking shit myself, but
..only when I'm completely
fucking battered.
So, what do you do for a job, like?
I work for a charity.
We check if workplaces
have accessible loos.
And then we give them
a sticker if they do.
Oh, I love stickers, man.
So, do toilets pay well?
It's voluntary.
But Jo, our boss, she's amazing.
She'll start paying us soon.
We have an office in the back.
Is that where they keep
the donkeys?
Yeah. It is.
Don't it stink?
Yeah. It does.
Look, it's a bit random,
but if you need 50 squid
you could deliver this tomorrow
at 10:00.
Flat 42, Gurnard House.
I'm too busy to do it meself.
What's in it?
Kinky shit. I sell whips,
plugs, clamps, flashlights.
Are flashlights kinky?
Well, they are
when you stick your cock in one.
Well, it feels a bit dodgy.
Right. Where is it? Suit yourself.
I'm saved under "fit boy
from assessment centre".
Text me when you change your mind.
I won't.
You fucking will.
I won't!
Will. I won't!
Will!
I won't!
Fucking WILL!
I WON'T!
Will!
Mr Andrew Hadden?
My name's Hope
and I work for a Bracklington-based
disability charity called Wee CU.
Is now a convenient time to speak?
When might be a convenient time
to speak, Mr Andrew Hadden?
"Half past fuck off"?
That's disappointing. Just hang up.
Hello, Emily Dawkins.
No, I was speaking to Emily Dawkins,
not you, Andrew Hadden.
May I ask you one final question?
Would you prefer disabled people
simply shat in their wheelchairs?
No, genuinely, I'm interested.
ANDREW HADDEN: I will be reporting
you to the Charity Commission,
I hope you're aware
THUMPING
Oh.
The phone's broken,
so I'm off to lunch.
Meal deal, Harry Clarke?
No!
HE GRUNTS
Hurry up.
Oh, I signed for a parcel for Jo.
Oh, thanks. Um, make any phone calls?
Phone calls? Oh
Who to?
Don't worry.
Enjoy your meal deal.
Yeah.
Oh, yes.
SHE SNIFFS DEEPLY
Mmmm, Jo.
I got a notification about a
parcel.
Hi, Jo!
A parcel?
No, nothing's here.
Um, if it comes,
I could come to yours,
drop it off,
cheeky glass of wine
It's only lingerie. No rush.
Oh, cool.
Groovy. Yeah, yeah.
Listen, um
..Emily.
Do you know why I started
this charity?
You want every workplace
to be welcoming
and accessible
to all disabled people.
Yeah. But, specifically,
Soho Farmhouse.
Did you know they only have
two disabled parking spaces
and, like, one accessible toilet?
No. We rang up
and, actually, they have, like
Don't.
It's abhorrent, Emily.
Let's talk donations.
Yeah, you first,
and then I'll offer my two pence.
Have we had any donations?
Two pence.
And technically that was
bank interest.
Actually, I've been meaning
to talk to you about wages.
Well, listen, lovely,
I can't afford to endlessly pour
money into this little thing.
Bring in those juicy donations,
yeah?
Book assessments. And then,
perhaps we can go to Soho Farmhouse
together.
Check out the toilets.
But if nothing improves
by the end of the year,
we'll have to shut down.
Please,
don't make me be that person.
DOMINOES SCATTER
RINGING TONE
MAN MUMBLES
What am I looking for?
What am I? What am I?
What am I? Oh, God!
What was that
..pretty lady?
BUZZER
DISTANT SHOUTING
Ka-ga, ka-ga.
Ka-ga!
QUIETLY: The bin.
What?
The bin! The green bin.
What?
Don't keep saying "what".
Have you heard of bins?
The bin. Go to the bin.
Oh, OK!
There we go.
Come on.
Yeah, there's a white envelope.
Got it!
Thank you!
All right, all right.
Bye! Don't say bye!
Fuck me
Rude.
Shit!
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Fucking hell.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
Big boy!
I always wondered.
You'll know this -
you work with donkeys.
What kinda animal
is an uht?
Don't worry.
They're extinct now.
Right.
They're dead.
Never open the serious-looking ones.
Just chuck it.
"Dear Miss Dawkins."
Why do they have to rub it in
that I'm single?
And ageing. You're past your prime.
"I'm writing to inform you
"that your appeal was
"..unsuccessful."
Told you, mate. You shoulda
dribbled. Even I dribble a bit.
"All money to be ceased immediately."
Fuck off and die.
Love from the DWP.
Did they actually write that?
So I lose the few quid they gave me,
for what?
Cos I can walk to work
and touch the end of my nose
with my index finger?
That's not lingerie!
What do they want me to do?
Just stay stuck here
in this house,
shitting in an adult nappy
like a big fucking baby?
YELLS: What the fuck are you doing?!
Shit!
It was drugs?!
Of course it were drugs, man!
You seriously thought I were
running
an underground sex toy business?!
No.
My dad will be home soon.
Go, go!
Outside!
I'm a drug user, not a drug dealer.
Paracetamol, ibuprofen.
Sometimes both!
Listen, right,
seeing you again, right,
has got me thinking.
The ideal drug mule
is a good ol' girl
with an obvious disability!
So, vi-o-lah!
"Voila"?
Voi-olah!
Yeah?
You could pass off any powder
as your meds or say,
"A nice man fucking gave 'em me,"
right,
and then start fucking screaming.
Play up your cerebral whatsit,
right?
We can make shitloads
of fuckin' money!
Here, smell it.
Smell it.
Yeah. Give it a good smell.
SHE RETCHES
You all right?
Onions?
Emily, love? Are you home?
Um Oh, my God. Oh!
VACUUM WHIRS
What's this, then?
I dropped a bag of
Sugar. ..flour.
Flour? Yeah, I was baking
flap A big cake. ..jacks.
Flapjacks don't use flour, man.
A lovely big flapjacky cake.
Oh, right. Yeah.
When's it ready?
We ate it. Yeah.
Before you cleaned up?
Oh, we were well 'ungry.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
What?
Um, all right. Bye-bye, Mr Hawkins.
Yeah, see you later.
Bye, helpful boy!
No problem!
You should go, OK?
Listen, hold coin for a bit, yeah?
Yeah?
Think about it.
All right? OK.
Bye-bye!
Bye-bye.
I bet you'll keep that money.
I won't. You will. Won't.
Good day, Dad?
The best.
I've got me front page for October.
A guy on the estate
is stealing lead.
It's a lead about lead!
That joke will work written down.
OK
Oh, hi!
Hiya. Hello!
Hello. Remember me?
It's parcel lady.
Yeah. No pressure,
but can we swap back our parcels?
It'd be great for my conscience
Yeah. ..if we could.
Right. You want your packet back,
yeah? Yes, please. Yeah?!
Yeah, you want me to sell it to ya?
Yeah.
Yeah, will that be good? Yeah.
Are you fucking filming me
or summat?
Are you fucking filming with
your little camera? Excuse me.
With your little fucking camera?
When's the last train to Ganstead?
What?!
When's the last train to Ganstead?
I'm not a fucking timetable. When's
the last train to fucking
Ganstead?!
I'll fucking bounce you up and down.
Move.
Give me that money. Give me this.
Give me this
Oh! Oh!
Crips help crips.
Hold me beer.
Oh, fucking Oh! Jesus!
There.
There's your fucking timetable
DOG BARKS
Hey! You lot!
You're fucked! Stay right there!
Well, it's not
as if we're Usain Bolt
and fucking Paula Radcliffe, is it?
Don't touch that dog.
DOG BARKS
Is that what you teach dogs to do
now, is it, maul disabled people?
What are ya, Humberside Police
or the fucking SS?
Just stay there, sir.
I need to talk to
We're a couple of poor cripples
who get mugged in broad daylight
and now you're setting vicious dogs
on us!
I want to speak to the young lady
now, sir.
So SHUT UP!
Are you all right?
SLOWLY: Can you tell me
what's wrong?
I
I can't help it.
Am I in trouble?
Of course not. Um
Oh! Er
Gotta go.
Um, did you want to file a report?
No.
Thank you, Mrs Policeman.
Did you really piss yourself?
Ta-da!
Waste of good beer, that.
SHE CHUCKLES
Thank you for beating the living shit
out of that man.
How can I ever repay ya?
Blowie?
Yeah, I probably
won't give you a blowie.
Worth a try.
How about a pint?
And that's why I had to have iodine
injected into my urethra.
I wouldn't recommend Belgium.
What's YOUR back story?
Oh, I used to tell people at school
that I was like this cos my dad was
Stephen Hawking.
Fancy a cocktail?
Do they do 'em in 'ere?
No, I'm fucking joking.
We're having a lager.
Two more, please, Dave.
Well, look who it is. Emily
Dawkins.
About your money
Did you bring a heavy?
Shush. He's on paleo.
He's trying.
Ewen, I lost the money you left me.
But I got some of the
QUIETLY: ..drugs back.
No worries. You're not angry?
Nah, I'm happy.
Happy Ewen,
that's what Nan calls me.
So he's not here to break my legs?
What would be the point?
Nah, this is Minibus Masir.
All right? I'm Masir.
He has a minibus.
Nice one.
When's the last train to Ganstead?
Oh, heel!
We're old friends.
Right, OK.
Well, if you need me, I'll be
..shootin' pool.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
You, you brought a heavy?!
I did. One word,
and he'll tear your face right off.
POOL BALLS RATTLE
So, we do have a good laugh,
don't we?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have a good laugh, don't we?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, right. So, did ya
think about what I said, yeah?
Yes. Yeah. It's a no.
Oh, come on, Em, right.
You're perfect.
You're a lonely, boring,
single woman rapidly hurtling
towards middle age.
Am I right, Masir? 100%.
You're invisible. You're nuffink!
You have a lovely way with words.
You're gonna come work with me,
aren't ya?
Let me think about this properly.
The charity doesn't pay me.
Shit career prospects, tick.
And I'm stuck living with my dad.
No life, tick.
Er, sad dad, tick.
He looked quite well, by the way,
old Steve Hawkings.
Yeah, talking normal again.
What would happen if I get caught?
If yous was caught,
they'd just, like,
well, look at you,
and they'd be, like
Fuck it. Fine.
But just until I clear my debts.
Here's some more cocaine for you
to deal.
Are you dealing cocaine on a
Wednesday lunchtime, Emily Dawkins?
No.
Why would you think that?
Not again!