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Raw Egg Scene
PAULINE AND ROSS IN THE RAW EGG
PAULINE: I'm sorry I'm late, I had to pop into Hammond's for a chapstick. Yeah, two coffees please, one white, one black. Oh-er, have you got a spare snout? Ta. So. Here we are then.
ROSS: Yes. Here we are. How are you enjoying your freedom?
P: I'd hardly call it freedom, Ross.
R: Mmm, well, surely living with Mickey's better than prison.
P: There's still shit on the walls.
R: I'm not interested in his personal habits. Only his working ones. What have you got for me?
P: Er, let's see... you know about him working at the corner of Bundy Gardens with the windscreens, don't ya?
R: We've known about that for weeks, it's not enough for a conviction.
P: It's barely enough for a chapstick.
R: What else?
P: Erm... oh, here's a good one, you'll like this. The mother's dead.
R: What?
P: Yeah, I know! Apparently, the eldest one, Craig, dresses up like Norman fucking Bates and goes and signs her on every other Tuesday.
R: What about Mickey?
P: What about him?
R: Do you have his trust?
P: No, but I think I've got his nits.
R: Do you have any evidence he's been working?
P: No, I think you're barking up the wrong tree Ross.
R: I need you to get closer to him.
P: I'm in his friggin' bedroom, how close do you want? When he gets up in the night I can hear him through the walls... pooing and weeing at the same time... and that's in the airing cupboard.
R: So what are you saying?
P: I'm saying; he's thick, he stinks and he lives in a shithole. There's nothing more to him. [Mouths Thank you at the waitress]
R: Look, Pauline, these are the facts. Between them, Mickey and his brothers have been on the dole for 63 years. They've claimed over 133 thousand pound in benefits. I studied for three years at university.
P: Polytechnic.
R: It's a university now. And when I left, I never signed on, I never asked anyone for anything, I just worked and worked every hour God sent to pay off my debts. Why should the tax on my earnings go directly into the pockets of this mass of cheating dole sc...
P: Scum?
R: You've got until the end of the week.
P: That wasn't the deal, Ross.
R: The deal, Pauline, is you stay until you bring me something concrete. Just remember who got you out of prison.
P: Yeah, and I remember who put me there in the first place as well.
R: If you don't co-operate, you'll lose everything. You can say goodbye to your precious little pen shop, coz it ain't gonna happen. Keep up the good work, Pauline. We're partners now, remember.
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