3x02 - Cook

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COOK: “If you like to gamble, I tell you I’m your man. You win some lose some it’s all the same to me. Wah wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah. The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say…”

MAN: Get on home…

COOK: “I don’t share your greed, the only card I need is the ace of spades, the ace of spades…”

FREDDIE: Dude, calm down a bit, it’s like five o’clock. Neighbours haven’t even started yet.

COOK: Sorry. Actually, no, not sorry. I’m so f*cking stocked, man. I’M 17 TODAY! That’s an event tradition, that’s a milestone.

JJ: Isn’t 18 traditionally the age…

COOK: f*ck tradition.

FREDDIE: Just hope some people turn up.

COOK: They’ll come.

JJ: You invited half the college.

COOK: All I know is that it involves my d*ck getting damp. What are you looking at, you posh student bastards?

GUY: f*ck off back to playgroup.

COOK: f*cking wankers, come here. Come here…

FREDDIE: Come on, leave it. Forget ‘em.

COOK: Ah, we’re here. Best pub in the west.

WOMAN: Hello boys.

COOK: All right, Christina.

MAN: Ay, ay lads, here’s the birthday boy.

COOK: Did you do all this?

MAN: Took me a long time, a good forty, forty-five minutes. Ooh.

COOK: You all right?

MAN: Touch of pain in the privates, it’s the old whore wound. Nothing I can’t handle.

COOK: Oh, these are my boys, Freddie, JJ. Boys, this is Uncle Keith.

FREDDIE: Hi.

JJ: Hello.

KEITH: Pull my finger! You dirty old bugger! If you’d be so kind, Christina?

WOMAN: Right you are, big boy.

KEITH: And when I woke up, the pool was three feet deep in piss. Mum, I shouted, don’t jump in! But it was too late.

COOK: So, you and the Buxton Rovers under 21s managed to do that in one night?

KEITH: Just me, the lads, and a sh*t load of all-inclusive mild. And they never pinned it on me. Plus, you got to remember, this was 1962. I mean, Pontin's was a fairly permissive place back then. Bit like Afghanistan in the '70s. But with the Krankies and slightly more Taliban.

COOK: Tell that one where you hit Bob Dylan over the head with a box of fish fingers.

KEITH: Another time. I've gotta go and see a man about a dog. A dog filled with dr*gs. See you boys. Oh, happy birthday, Cookie.

COOK: That, my friends, is what you call a legend.

JJ: To who, exactly?

COOK: What?

JJ: Who is he a legend to?

COOK: Me. Blokes in pubs. Christina. People.

FREDDIE: I think the guy’s crazy.

COOK: Exactly man. Exactly. Same again please, Christina. Wey! Look, man. Look at that. Quality totty. That's top shelf sh*t. Guys, guys, hey baby... I'm so happy to introduce you to my legendary night out in celebration of my birthday. Apart from you.

GUY: But I…

COOK: What are you doing here! You burnt my house, man! Get out!

GUY: It was an accident. I'm sorry...

KATIE: What the f*ck?

COOK: I'm 17 today, so all bets are off. Do what the f*ck you like. Flush your mates down the toilet. Eat grapes off each other. Smash speakers over your heads. If partying's a crime, who's gonna get arrested first? LET'S GO f*cking MENTAL! Way hey hey hey hey! Party people!

THE GROUP: “For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow. And so say all of us.”

COOK: Thanks man, thank you very much. What's next? Oh, yeah. More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! Yeah?

THE GROUP: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah…

KATIE: He’s fun.

FREDDIE: You have no idea.

JJ: He’s already had half the bottle of vodka.

EFFY: Really? How crazy!

JJ: Ha ha ha. Yeah.

COOK: Tequila! Who’s in?

FREDDIE: Yeah… ok.

COOK: Anyone else?

KATIE: Yeah, go on then.

PANDORA: Yeah.

COOK: Airwolf. Let’s go man. Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! Awooooooooo.

JJ: Awooooo!

FREDDIE: Awooooo.

JJ: Hey, Cook. Do you wanna see your birthday trick?

COOK: Lay it on me, magic man.

JJ: One pint of normal drinking water.

FREDDIE: You'll like this one. I've seen it before.

EFFY: What? He does magic?

KATIE: Wow!

COOK: Shazam! m*therf*cker!

FREDDIE: Cook, what are you doing?

EMILY: That’s minging.

KATIE: What is wrong with you?

COOK: Yes! Come on! Someone’s been drinking… milkshake? Strawberry milkshake. Am I right?

PANDORA: Yeah. How did you know?

COOK: Ah, am I ninja, or am I not a ninja? Christina, we've had rejection. We need a bucket, a mop and 16 sh*ts of tequilaaaaaa!

KATIE: Oh, great, it's the lesbian come to gay us up.

EMILY: Shh... I've told you to f*cking... Just leave it, ok!

NAOMI: Um. Hi, everyone.

EMILY: Hi.

PANDORA: Hi.

COOK: Want to know a secret?

NAOMI: What?

COOK: I know the cure.

NAOMI: The cure for what?

COOK: It’s my cock.

NAOMI: What the hell are you talking about?

EMILY: Hey, look what I’ve made.

COOK: Cake! Top, man, f*cking top!

EMILY: It’s double chocolate chip cookie. Cheers, girl. Mmmm. Cake. My cake! Mine! f*cking good, man... Thank you, man. Uh!

JJ: You okay?

COOK: Yep. Totally cool. Just a bit… you know, full.

FREDDIE: Can't believe you ate the whole thing.

COOK: Someone had to get this party started.

KATIE: Party? Do you call this a party? Where's the conversation? Where's the dancing? Where are the men?

COOK: We’re man.

KATIE: You’re boys.

COOK: Do you want to measure my d*ck? It's daddy-sized. So you lot think this party's sh*t, yeah?

EMILY: It’s a little bit…

PANDORA: It could be…

EFFY: It’s sh*t.

COOK: sh*t. Something's got to happen, man. Something big. Come on, man. I'm ready! Just tell me when. Give me a sign! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Thank you, man...

FREDDIE: What? But where are you, I can't hear... I don't have anything, OK?

COOK: Who is it?

FREDDIE: My sister, Karen.

COOK: Tell her I said hi.

FREDDIE: No, I haven't got anything, OK? You'll have to find your own. No, I don't have any dr*gs! Bye.

COOK: Why couldn't you hear her?

FREDDIE: She's at some engagement party. Her mate Kayleigh's getting hitched.

COOK: So it'll be free bar, free entry, that kind of thing?

FREDDIE: Yeah, I suppose, why? No. No, no, no, no, no. No way!

COOK: Why not?

FREDDIE: ‘Cause my sister's there, and I don't want to see her. Plus, she doesn’t like you very much.

COOK: Why not? I’m always touching her and flirting with her.

FREDDIE: Yeah.

COOK: Her tits stand to attention when I'm around. I've seen it.

FREDDIE: Listen to me, we're not going. No. No. No way.

COOK: Come on everybody, ‘cause, yeah we’re going to a party! All right?

MAN: Not coming in?

COOK: Why not?

MAN: Private party. Plus underage. Plus don’t like look of you. Not coming in.

COOK: Listen to me, robot. You may rank way above me in terms of strength and size, but at least I can love. Now can you let me in?

MAN: Not coming in.

COOK: Listen, fate has brought me here. Do you understand? You're not letting fate in the club. It's not like fate is wearing trainers. Fate just wants a couple of drinks, a little dance. And fate is actually also desperate for the toilet. Now can we come in?

MAN: How about you f*ck off?

COOK: How about you’re a f*cking cock? I’ll f*cking break your f*cking face, mate!

MAN: What?

COOK: I said I’ll f*cking break your f*cking face.

FREDDIE: You’ll get your f*cking head kicked in here! Come on!

KATIE: f*cking prick!

FREDDIE: Just chill out, yeah?

NAOMI: I don’t think he’s gonna let us in.

COOK: Nah, he's just an obstacle. We're meant to go to this party. Fate will sort it. Just wait.

KATIE: Brilliant.

EMILY: f*cking idiot.

EFFY: He’s such a f*cking tosser.

KAREN: Freddie?! What the f*ck are you doing here?

FREDDIE: Hi, Karen.

KAREN: You can’t come in. It’s private.

FREDDIE: Don’t be like that sis’. It’s Cook’s birthday.

KAREN: Unless you've got dr*gs, f*ck off, and take your friends with you.

COOK: Oh, come on Karen. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

KAREN: Yeah. Look, it’s not my decision. It’s her party.

KAYLEIGH: I’m getting married.

COOK: Congratulations.

FREDDIE: Jesus.

COOK: Will you let us in?

KAYLEIGH: Well, there is a pretty strict dress code.

COOK: How strict exactly?

COOK: Let’s cock and roll, baby!

KAYLEIGH: Isn't it lush? Daddy says nothing's too good for me.

COOK: You got that right, babe. So, who are you marrying?

KAYLEIGH: Oh, just some guy. He's a bit of a twat.

COOK: Ah, cheers, man.

FREDDIE: When she said “party”…

KATIE: You thought she meant an acid-fuelled sex rave without the Mancunians.

JJ: This is more…

EFFY: Jelly and ice cream.

COOK: Uhh, get it down you, girls. Top freebies, yeah? Love it. I hate champagne.

KAREN: Then why you’re f*cking drinking it, then?

COOK: It’s free.

KAYLEIGH: Dad!

KAYLEIGH’S DAD: Kayleigh-kins.

KAYLEIGH: Hi! This is Cookie…

KAYLEIGH’S DAD: Finish your drink, kid. Have as much as you like. Nothing's too good for my Kayleigh... Right? And I wouldn't want anything to ruin the evening... drop the tone... Anything at all. OK?

COOK: Right you are.

KAYLEIGH’S DAD: Enjoy. Kayleigh. You’re almost a woman…

KAYLEIGH: Thanks, Daddy.

KAYLEIGH’S DAD: Almost. See you around, Cookie.

KAREN: You twat. Didn’t you know?

COOK: f*ck it, man. I’m just getting started.

EMILY: What’s the fuss?

EFFY: It’s Johnny White. The gangster.

COOK: Yeah. Legend.

FREDDIE: He m*rder*d those two nuns over a pint of Guinness.

KAYLEIGH: Allegedly.

JJ: I hear he stabbed a policeman in the neck with a stuffed guillemot.

KAYLEIGH: That’s so not true. It was a puffin.

COOK: So. Who’s for narcotics?

KAREN: Me.

KAYLEIGH: Me.

EFFY: Me.

PANDORA: Me?

EFFY: What?

PANDORA: I’ve decided I love dr*gs.

COOK: Aah. Rum punch.

KAREN: What is it?

COOK: Uncle Keith’s special blend. A hallucinogenic opiate and stimulant. Four hours of THC giggles and MDMA highs with a transcendental kicker.

KAYLEIGH: Sounds good.

KAREN: Well, come on, then. Jesus.

COOK: All in good time, babes. Weird girl?

PANDORA: Yeah?

COOK: Hold that.

KAREN: f*ck’s sakes, are we getting any or what?!

EFFY: No, no, no. Wait!

KAREN: Hang on. What are you doing?

PANDORA: What? Was that wrong?

COOK: Did you just swallow my dr*gs?

KAREN: She’s f*cking finish it!

PANDORA: It tastes horrible.

KAYLEIGH: You’re not supposed to eat it! It goes up the nose, you twat.

COOK: Let’s go fly a kite, girl!

KAREN: What about us?

COOK: Well, you can drink some of the weird girl’s blood, she’s like a walking syringe.

PANDORA: My mouth’s gone all numb.

COOK: I’m not surprised!

KATIE: We’ve done ours, let’s go!

EFFY: Come on Panders, we’re out of here.

KAREN: I said you shouldn’t have let them in.

COOK: Where’s the love?

KAREN: You’re a w*nk*r, James.

KAYLEIGH: You will get us some more, won't you, Cookie?

COOK: Yeah.

KAYLEIGH: ‘Cause if you could, that would be - God - really, really great.

COOK: I need more class A dr*gs. Quick.

JJ: Why?

COOK: ‘Cause that Kayleigh girl just gave me the look.

JJ: What sort of look is that?

COOK: This one.

JJ: Right. I see what you mean. Freddie, we've got to get this man some dr*gs.

FREDDIE: Why?

JJ: Do the look.

FREDDIE: What does that mean?

COOK: It means I'm getting laid tonight, Fred.

FREDDIE: Please, not Kayleigh. Think of me and JJ.

COOK: You’re not f*cking her.

FREDDIE: I thought you liked Effy.

COOK: Yeah, she's a peach. But I already tapped that. Top-dollar shag. She's my last resort. Sure thing, I reckon.

FREDDIE: You shagged Effy?

COOK: Oh, come on, Freds.

FREDDIE: When?

COOK: First day I met her.

FREDDIE: Why didn’t you tell us?

COOK: Because apart from those times when my cock is up your arse, you have no reason to worry about where it is the rest of the time.

FREDDIE: But… JJ likes her.

JJ: I was going to ask her out. I mean, she seemed like she liked me.

COOK: You snooze, you lose, dude. I've got a snake in my d*ck that's about to throw up.

EMILY: Naomi. Wait!

NAOMI: What?

EMILY: Where are you going?

NAOMI: Home.

EMILY: Don’t go.

NAOMI: Why not?

EMILY: I don’t know. Because…

NAOMI: Why does your sister think I am gay?

EMILY: Sorry.

NAOMI: See you around, Emily.

MAN 1: Thank you. Yes, please. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

MAN 2: The father of the bride, Mr Johnny White.

JOHNNY: So. My daughter's getting married and she couldn't have chosen a nicer bloke - Steve Heston. Unfortunately, Steve couldn't attend today without violating the terms of his probation. He couldn't be here himself, but he is well represented by members of his family. Welcome, Hestons. No more rucks. No more knives. No more pliers. We're gonna be tight as a badger's bum. The Whites and the Hestons brought together in the marriage bed, still f*cking each other, but in a good way. Come up here, sweetheart. You've kept yourself pure for so long for this task of peace. In times of strife, you've lit up my life, and now you're gonna be Steve's wife. And I just want to say... Doesn’t she look a picture? I could just eat her. Right, charge your glasses with free booze, and raise them. Kayleigh and Steve.

EFFY: Pandora, wake up, you dozy cow.

COOK: Hi, it’s me. I need a favour.

COOK: Uncle Keith!

KEITH: All right, Cookie?

COOK: Cheers.

KEITH: Not a problem. There you go. Direct from Weston-super-Mare.

COOK: You’re a lifesaver, Keith.

KEITH: Gotta go, Cook. Gotta see a dog about a bone. A bone that is my cock.

KAYLEIGH: Get it out, then.

COOK: Ok.

KAYLEIGH: Not that. The dr*gs, idiot.

COOK: Oh, ok.

KAYLEIGH: Thank you. Ooh!

COOK: Is that all you’re doing?

KAYLEIGH: Yep.

COOK: That was a hamster-sized bump. Don't you want any more?

KAYLEIGH: No.

COOK: Ok. So…

KAYLEIGH: So. Ok, I’ll see you later!

COOK: What? I thought we were gonna bone.

KAYLEIGH: And what made you think that?

COOK: You’ve had the dr*gs and you gave me the look.

KAYLEIGH: What look?

COOK: This one.

KAYLEIGH: What the f*ck is that?

COOK: That’s the “I’ll f*ck for dr*gs” look. Now stop arguing and get on my cock.

KAYLEIGH: What? No.

COOK: Blow me, then. My d*ck is clean.

KAYLEIGH: I don’t care!

COOK: Hand-job? But you've got to let me have a go on your tits whilst you're doing it.

KAYLEIGH: Listen… If anyone's going to get a lick of my fanny, they'll have to impress me. So...if you do... I'll let you stick it anywhere. My tits, my arse, my armpit... anywhere.

COOK: You’re filthy.

KAYLEIGH: Yes, I am. And look, no knickers. Whoops. See ya!

COOK: Ok.

EFFY: What’s he doing now?

KATIE: Is he going to sing?

FREDDIE: Yeah.

COOK: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to dedicate this to a very special lady.

FREDDIE: Oh, sh*t. This is going to be bad.

COOK: “I've been alive forever. And I wrote the very first song.”

MAN: Go on, my son.

COOK: “I put the words and the melodies together. I am music, and I write the songs. I write the songs that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make those young girls cry. I write the songs. I write the songs. Oh, my music makes you dance. And gives you spirit to take a chance. And I wrote some rock 'n' roll so you can move. Music fills your heart. Well, that's a real fine place to start. It's from me, it's for you. It's from you, it's for me. It's a worldwide symphony. I write the songs that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs. I write the songs. I write the songs that make the whole world sing. I write the songs of love and special things. I write the songs that make the young girls cry. I write the songs. I write the songs. I am music and I write the songs...”

JOHNNY: I’m upset, Cookie. You made me look like a f*cking idiot and I'm not used to that, you know?

COOK: Are you sure?

JOHNNY: Stick him up on there. I wanna teach this fucker a lesson he'll never forget. See? You tried to ruin my lovely party. And now, really really bad things are gonna happen.

COOK: It was worth it. Her tits were mint.

FREDDIE: Mr… Mr White. He's very sorry. I'll take him home, and we're leaving. We don't want to upset your beautiful daughter any more.

JOHNNY: You’re right. She’s beautiful. It’s your lucky day. Let him go.

COOK: Aaaaargh!

JOHNNY: Not like that, you tossers!

KAYLEIGH: My f*cking dress!

MAN 1: f*cking hell, Johnny, you f*cking told...

MAN 2: Oh, f*ck. Oh, God, whoopsey!

KAYLEIGH: f*ck!

MAN (HESTONS): Look at my tracksuit, you wisely little prick!

JOHNNY: What’d you say?

MAN (HESTONS): You're a wisely cunting prick! You f*cking Hobbit! And we've all f*cked your daughter.

Ain't we lads?

GUYS (HESTONS): Yeah.

JOHNNY: What’d you f*cking said? Aaaah, f*ckers!

SINGER: “Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry? Kayleigh, could we get it together again? I just can’t go on pretending. That it came to a natural end...”

COOK: Pfffft!

MAN: Get out, get out!

COOK: Ok. That’s far enough.

EFFY: Cool party.

COOK: Cheers.

FREDDIE: You’re f*cking unbelievable.

COOK: I needed to get laid, man.

FREDDIE: You’re always f*cking trying to get laid!

COOK: I try. I succeed. Right? Speaking of which, any of you girls fancy it?

KATIE: No, thanks! You’re repulsive.

COOK: Weird girl.

PANDORA: You’re beautiful, but no. My tuppence feels all funny.

COOK: How about it then, Peachy? Looks like it's just me and you.

EFFY: Come on, Amy Winehouse. Home.

KATIE: See ya!

COOK: Come on, we'll go somewhere else. Somewhere with women.

FREDDIE: Nah. I ain’t going anywhere.

COOK: Why the f*ck not?

FREDDIE: I’m tired. I’m going home, all right?

COOK: It's two o'clock. What the f*ck are you talking about, "you're tired"?

FREDDIE: Tired of you, mate.

COOK: What is that supposed to mean?

FREDDIE: It means I can’t look after you any more. I can’t do it.

COOK: Oh, f*ck you then! Go on, f*ck off home! Coming then?

JJ: Sure.

COOK: Let’s go find some f*cking woman.

JJ: Hey, Cook, what is this place?

COOK: Oh, it’s just a club. Late night thing, you know? Lots of girls. Friendly.

JJ: Oh. Ok.

JJ: Oh, my stars and garters!

WOMAN 1: All right, my lover?

WOMAN 2: Hello boys. Looking for a sex dance? You like Frankie?

WOMAN 3: Hello darlings.

WOMAN 2: She’s double jointed. So?

COOK: Slinky! But we’re actually after… the other service.

WOMAN 2: Bit of the other? Stepping this way, please.

JJ: The other service?

COOK: Yeah. Tonight’s your lucky night, GayJay. You get to lose your virginity to an odds-on moderately pretty girl.

JJ: I'm not sure I want to.

COOK: Listen to me. Are you a f*cking scrawny little mousy q*eer boy, or are you a man with a functioning set of cock and balls?

JJ: Um… The second one.

COOK: Good. Come on, let’s get our f*ck on.

WOMAN 2: So. What sort of thing are you looking for?

COOK: I'd like a woman with big tits.

WOMAN 2: And you?

JJ: Er...same thing. But not too big, right?

WOMAN 2: Yes, I know the perfect girls for you. Amber! Megan!

COOK: Ha-ha. Yeaaaah!

AMBER: All right, gorgeous? This way.

WOMAN 2: And Megan. Here she is.

MEGAN: Hello! Ooh, curly hair!

COOK: So, will you let me do anything I ask ya?

AMBER: Anything. But it'll cost you, mind.

COOK: How much to whack you up the cr*cker?

AMBER: Hundred.

COOK: Whoa! That's a lot more than I've got. How much for your straight ahead, run of the mill, bread and butter shag?

AMBER: 75.

COOK: What if I'm really good?

AMBER: It doesn’t make any difference, darling.

COOK: Ok. I'll guess I'll just have a hand-job then.

AMBER: All right.

MEGAN: This your first time then? You got cash on you? Right. Tick sharp! Clothes off, we'll get you started. Come on then, let's have a look at it.

JJ: Ok.

MEGAN: You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

JJ: Could I...kiss you?

MEGAN: We don't do kissing.

JJ: That's all I want to do.

MEGAN: Sod it. Come on then.

JJ: Could you...show me how? I've never really...

MEGAN: You've never kissed a girl?

JJ: No. Well… My mum, my Aunt Lucy.

MEGAN: Right. Aunt Lucy.

JJ: I’m sorry.

MEGAN: Come here.

JJ: That was nice! Much better that Aunt Lucy!

MEGAN: Want to do it again? I don’t mind.

JJ: Yeah!

COOK: Oh, Jesus, Amber, you've got liquid f*cking fingers!

AMBER: You like that, yeah?

COOK: I like it very much. Oh Yeah! Yeah!

MAN: Harder! Harder!

COOK: Yeah!

MAN: Harder!

COOK: Harder!

WOMAN: You like that?

MAN: Harder!

COOK: Who's that? Is that...?

AMBER: Oh, that's just Johnny. Greta's regular. Seven inches. Freaky foreskin. Big tipper.

GRETA: Naughty boy!

COOK: Wicked!

COOK: Sorry if you're f*cking, sorry if you're f*cking, Sorry if you're f*cking... What kind of f*cking gay sh*t is this?

JJ: Cook!

COOK: You're supposed to be banging her, not canoodling!

JJ: Sorry.

COOK: Pay the girl, JJ. Something's come up, and I'm not talking about your willy.

MEGAN: No, no. No charge. I can't charge for a kiss.

JJ: Really?

MEGAN: Actually, no. That'll be ten, please.

JJ: What is going on?

COOK: Sssh!

GRETA: You like that? Madame Greta, say Madame Greta! Electrocution!

JOHNNY: Electrocution!

COOK: Behind this door is opportunity!

GRETA: Not enough!

JOHNNY: Enough! Ha-ha!

JJ: What do you mean? Who’s that?

COOK: It’s Johnny…!

GRETA: Yes! Now you stay here, naughty boy. I'm gonna get the barbed wire.

COOK: Quick, hide!

JOHNNY: Yes, Madame. Thank you.

COOK: Right. Come on. You’re my witness!

JJ: To what?

COOK: This is gonna blow your mind!

COOK: f*cking hell! Look who it is! Say cheese!

JOHNNY: What the f*ck are you doing here?

COOK: We're visiting, Johnny. Look at you!

JOHNNY: f*ck off. I'm busy!

COOK: Shut the f*ck up, or I'll f*cking punch you in your f*cking cock! So. Who'd have thought big bad gangster man Johnny White likes to be spanked like the naughty boy he is?

JOHNNY: I like spanking. What's your problem?

COOK: You ruined my chances of sleeping with two girls tonight by making me look stupid. So, once I show this little

Kodak moment to everyone I know, you're gonna look stupid, and I'll be a legend for managing to take it. This is mine now! See you around.

JOHNNY: You don't have the balls to show that photo.

COOK: What?

JOHNNY: I said, you don't have the balls to show that to anyone. Right?

COOK: You're a f*cking helpless little p*ssy. Watch me.

JOHNNY: Do you know who I am? What I can do?

COOK: Yeah!

JOHNNY: You heard what I said, boy.

COOK: Why don't you say it once more?

JOHNNY: You don't have the f*cking balls! You don't have the f*cking balls! You don't have the f*cking... Nnngh...! Aargh...! Turn it off...

JJ: Cook! Come on, let's go!

JOHNNY: Hey, Cookie. Does your mummy know where you are?

COOK: What?

JOHNNY: Your mum. I bet you're the apple of her cunting eye.

COOK: Shut up. Don't speak about my mum.

JOHNNY: I think you came here to see her, didn't you?

COOK: SHUT UP!

JOHNNY: Because your mum is a f*cking slag!

COOK: Raaaargh! Shut up about my family. You don't know me, so shut the f*ck up!

JJ: That's enough! Cook!

COOK: Do you know who I am? What I can f*cking do?!

JJ: Please, stop it!

COOK: I'm Cook! I'm f*cking...!

JJ: Stop it!

COOK: I'm COOOOOK!

JJ: Stop it, man! It's me! It's JJ!

COOK: f*cking sh*t... f*cking bastard... f*cking sh*t... f*cking c**t...

JOHNNY: Kid, kid! I like you, kid. You’re all right.

COOK: SHUT UP!

JOHNNY: The next time I see you, you’re dead.

SONG. “Where have all the wicked gone? Is there no-one to condemn me? Where have all the holy gone? Is there no-one left to break you down?”

FREDDIE: Cook, what the hell are you doing?

It's 6am. It's Saturday morning. Everyone's asleep. Including me.

COOK: Wait! Wait!

FREDDIE: Sssh! What?

COOK: I need to speak to you.

FREDDIE: Ok, ok. I’ll meet you in the shed.

FREDDIE: Jesus, man. Have you not stopped drinking?

COOK: Oh, don't be a cock about it. I've been up all night. So what are we doing today, then?

FREDDIE: Didn't you hear what I said last night?

COOK: Oh, come on, man. You were just in a bad mood.

FREDDIE: Yeah. I was. ‘Cause you almost got us k*lled.

COOK: Yeah. Sorry about that.

FREDDIE: You're apologizing? That's a first.

COOK: Something happened. I wasn't me. I was me. I don't know. I did something stupid.

FREDDIE: That's nothing new.

COOK: Something really stupid. Something I wouldn't have done if you were there.

FREDDIE: Right. So you've come here to ask me to look after you all the time. Make sure you don't do anything stupid ever again.

COOK: Something like that.

FREDDIE: No.

COOK: What?

FREDDIE: I'm not going to do that.

COOK: Why not?

FREDDIE: ‘Cause lately, it's like you go looking for trouble.

COOK: I wouldn't say I go...

FREDDIE: Do you want to die, mate? Is that what you want? You're drinking yourself to death, you're fighting gangsters. I don't even want to know what happened last night. You're k*lling yourself to impress some pissed-up old w*nk*r in a pub. Why are you smiling?

COOK: Because it's us...isn't it? Me, you and JJ. Best mates for life.

FREDDIE: You're not taking me with you, OK?

COOK: I f*cking love you, man. I f*cking love you to bits.

FREDDIE: I... Yeah. OK. But you've got to stop all this crazy sh*t.

COOK: Shut it, you p*ssy.

COOK: “The only card I need is the ace of spades, the ace of spades.”

SONG. “Playing for the high one. Dancing with the devil. Going with the flow. It's all a game to me...”