Tragic Waste

20 seconds late, I'm fucking dead.

That was fucking shit.

A tad slower than last week.

It's your fault, mate.

Fuck off, Green.

It means the drinks are on you tonight.

Can't tonight, lads.

Jane's about to pop and I need to

be home for a change.

Bullshit, you're coming out with us.

I'm not coming out with you.

I said I won't be long, okay?

You know, if you want, you can just go home.

Yeah, go home to your wife.

Hey, Harris, cool it.

Besides, he knows the truth about his wife.

What you reading, hun?

Just something for school.

Good.

What time are you meeting the girls?

Well, dinner's at eight, but I think I'm

going to go to Amy's soon.

Well, be very careful.

I'll pick you up at the car park,

9.30. Be there or be square.

I know.

Yeah, I know you do.

Okay.

She's going to Amy's tonight.

What's wrong, hun?

I know that face.

We've just got to face it, our little

girl's grown up.

I mean, can't stop her from going to parties, too.

Ravensville's no place for a girl to grow

up, Bill.

We've discussed this.

We're not moving.

Stop it.

What's for dinner?

You'd rather put your job before your family.

When are you going to realise they're fucking

you over at work?

What's it got to do with what we're talking about?

You've just got to realise your daughter's grown up!

She's not sick anymore.

She needs a fucking life.

You can't live in fear.

It's not fear, it's being fucking careful.

Cheers!

For fuck's sake, Sally.

I already told you I'll be home soon.

Give me a second.

Who the fuck was that?

You again?

Out!

I won't tolerate any more violence in my bar!

You motherfucker!

Get out!

I really don't know what to do.

You know, I was thinking we could get a brownie.

It's big enough to share.

I've never really been a brownie girl, you know.

It's really good, though.

Oh my God, they're so drunk.

That's going to be you in a few hours.

Oh my God.

Um, who's texting you?

It's just my dad, calm down.

Okay.

I'm going to top up, who wants some?

I recognise that.

Yesterday's bust-in was good to us, huh?

Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez.

Six year sentence and a whole load of coke for us.

Piss off, Finch.

Nothing compares to when Harris and

I fucked with that Jamison company.

We brought that fucker to his knees.

Yeah, you fuckers got him good.

And this shit got me good too.

Okay, well now I really have to go.

Oh, already?

It's so early.

Are you sure you don't want to come to mine?

You know, I would love to, but I can't

I have to be up early.

My dad's got me doing this hike thing.

The next time, I promise you, I will stay there.

Alright, but I'm holding you to that.

How are you getting home?

My dad's waiting for me in the car park.

I have to be there in like five minutes.

Do you want me to walk you there?

No, Amy, I'll be fine, I promise.

Okay, fine, come here.

Thank you for coming.

We'll see you on Sunday.

Happy birthday.

Bye, guys.

Crazy bastards.

Watch out!

Back up, back up.

What the fuck happened?

Shut up and open the trunk.

Really?

Do as I fucking say.

She's not here.

I called her when I got in the car, yeah.

Yeah.

She texted me when I left.

Have you got Amy's number?

Alright.

Try Amy.

And I'll keep looking for her.

Alright.

Some night you've had, huh?

Where's your shirt?

It's in the wash.

Good.

You can put the washing machine on today.

Let me remind you, we've got breakfast with

my parents in an hour.

So you might want to get up now.

Can you bring me some water?

Get it yourself.

I'm so tired of your shit.

I'm not having this anymore, Jay.

Fuck off, Sally.

Next time you text me telling me you're

coming home, don't show up four hours later.

Do you think I don't know you were

hitting the heavy stuff last night?

Just fucking shut up, Sally.

The next time you cross my line of

fire, I'll fucking deck you.

You got that clear?

That room was mine to clear, not yours.

Fuck off for fuck's sake. - You wanna go?

Alright that's enough!

You're still at work!

If you're still pissed about what happened the other day.

You only have yourself to blame.

We could have done things differently.

You don't need to bring that up now.

Just walk away.

No, he's right.

We fucked up.

But it was either that or lose our jobs.

Yeah damn right we fucked up.

You got the money? - Right here.

Give me the shit.

Surprise!

Don't fucking move!

Please.

Save the excuses.

Give me the fucking drugs.

Give me the fucking drugs.

And the money.

And the money.

Now fuck off.

You guys definitely picked the wrong night for

a transaction.

Just let me go, man.

We scored big tonight.

Missing girl, apparently.

Eve Johnson.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why?

Why don't you say louder?

Oh shit.

I don't give a damn about his past.

We've got to stop excusing his reckless behaviour.

Look, I've known Anderson for a while now.

And I tell you, he's not going to change.

Losing a sister can leave pretty big scars. - I get it.

But that doesn't give him the right to

be an arsehole all the time.