BarryBlimey! What's this? [Picks up a bank note off the floor.] Who's dropped this? Look. Is this yours, then? [Passes the note to Bomber]
Oh-ho, I wish it was, boyo! [Passes it to Dennis]
It's 100 Marks! Hey, somebody's flush [Passes it to Wayne]
Or bleedin' careless. [Passes it to Moxey]
Let's have a look. [Does so, then passes it to Neville] 100 Deutschmarks.
100 Alfreds? That's worth about twenty-five quid, ah. [The lads drunkenly giggle, but no-one owns up to dropping the money. Neville leaves the 100 Mark note on the table]
Hey, close the door, will ya? It's worse than the bloody Arctic! [Wayne goes to close the door, but as he does, Oz grabs hold of his wrist.]
You naffin' lunatic! What's goin' on?
Look at this! [Holding up Wayne's hand, covered in green stains]
What are you on about? [The others wake up]
[Breaks free from Oz's grasp] You lunatic!
Look, last night I coated this note with this special stuff, right? Dennis knows what I'm talkin' about. The next day it stains your fingers, right? [Grabs Wayne's hand and holds it up again] Look at the evidence!
I doctored this note, didn't I?
But the note's over there, ain't it? [Points to the 100 Mark note still on the table. The Turk also notices.]
[Looking at his stained hands] Hey, what's this?
[Looking at his hands too] I've got it as well.
Barry
[Also examining his hands] Eurgh!
Hey, does this come out? [While all the lads are checking their hands, the Turk - the real culprit - takes the 100 Mark note from the table, completely unnoticed by the lads, and exits the hut.]
[Looking at his hands, as is Bomber] Oh, no.
Does this come off? I've got a tattoo on me arm I don't want, and now I've got green fingers! [Oz just looks confused.]
Aye, there they go. Off to their nice comfortable homes.
Aye. They'll have a big tea waiting for 'em, a glass of foaming beer, slippers warming by the fire.
Yeah, then it's feet up in front of Coronation Straße and a quick bit of the ol' leg over on the settee.
Is that all you think about, Wayne? Turking?
Only when I'm awake, Moxey. At night, when I'm dreaming, I think of carpentry, don't I(?)
Right, what's it ganna be tonight, boys, then? A nice bit of gourmet cooking out the hut then a couple of gallons of beer at the club?
That's a good idea, Oz, we haven't done that for, er, twenty-four hours(!)
Barry
Actually, Dennis has hit on a very serious point here, y'know. I've been reading this book recently about health food, see, and I reckon our dietary habits leave a lot to be desired, I do, mate. Especially from the point of view of roughage.
[Turns to Barry] What's roughage?
Barry
Roughage?
[Notices Dennis laughing] What's the matter wi' you?
Barry
Look, if your bowels were Jericho, roughage would be a trumpet. [Dennis and Wayne laugh.]
Barry
Well... not quite, no. I'm thinkin' more on the lines of bran, or er... you know, a nice vegetable curry.
Aye. It's a pity we're in Germany, Barry. Still, 'ey, you could nip out to Bradford for a takeaway.
Barry
Oh, yeah.
[Calling out to Bomber] Herr Busbridge? Come, please. Telephone.
Go on, Bomber. It's probably Littlewoods, you've won the jackpot.
Not with my luck, I ain't. Get my money, will you, Nev?
Hey, Bomber! Do Barry a favour, ask Ulrich if he knows of any Indian restaurants. [Bomber follows Herr Ulrich into the site office.]
Ah. There. [Points to a phone off the hook.] I will leave you alone, it's your wife.
My wife?! [Picks up the receiver] Hello, Patsy? What's the matter, girl?
Barry
You see, fellas, the thing about Indian food is, right, that it's very, very, very low in carbohydrate. So that, combined with the various herbs and spices used in the cooking process, it all makes up for a very, very healthy diet, you see?
[Holding a stein of beer] Oh, aye? So how come they're all so skinny, then?
They're not skinny. They're wiry, man, like whippets.
[To Oz, pointing at his stomach] Yeah, that's what you'd be like you'd be without that ale gut.
[Glances at his beer belly] Hey, hey! This is all muscle, this, son. Yer kna, like the stuff between your lugs? [The second waiter arrives with their meal.] Ah, here we go! Four steamin' hot chicken curries!
Oz, er, far be it from me to cast aspersions on your undoubted talent as a mime artist, but, er... that's not chicken. It's prawn. [Picks up a prawn]
Ah, yer kna, man. Prawn. [Squawks like a chicken and flaps his elbows. Moxey laughs]
[To Moxey] What are ye laughin' at?
Barry
All right, Wayne?
I might be, son. Look. [Points to a teenage girl at the gate of the site looking in. She looks about sixteen years old.]
Barry
Oh, I see. Yeah. While we ordinary mortals have to put up with a cup of coffee and a bar of Toblerone, Wayne's idea of tiffin is entirely different.
Yeah, well, son. She's been hanging around for half an hour, so she must want something, eh?
Barry
I've never heard of rock groupies, Wayne, but never cement groupies.
Yeah, Barry. I'll use that as my opening line. [Walks towards the girl]
Barry
I wonder if you can grow bromide.
Guten Tag! Eh? Wie gehts?
Sorry, I... don't speak German.
Heyyy, you're a long way from home, ain't ya? What is it? A netball tour of Europe or something, darling?
No, I've come to see my dad. He works here.
"Bomber" Busbridge he's called. I'm Tracy.
[His face falls, knowing what Bomber would do to him if he tried it on with her] Oh... I've got news for you, Tracy. He's not here, is he? No, he took off last night, back to Bristol to try and find you.
Yeah. Um... [Looks into the site] Look, you can't hang around here, love. There's hordes of randy Turks on this site. Come up here. [They meet at the gate, Wayne gives Tracy some money] Take this, right? Now, there's a bar down the road. You can get a nice cup of coffee and a game of pinball. Er, if you hang on there 'til one o'clock, me and some of your dad's mates'll come and sort it out, alright?
All right. [She starts to walk off, but then stops and turns round.]
Thank you, Wayne. See you at one, then! [Having taken a shine to Wayne, she heads for the bar]
Mind how you go, love(!) [Heads back on site.]
Right, lads! I reckon we should go down the club.
Eh, hold on! What are we gonna do about Tracy, eh? We can't take her down the club! Apart from six geezers and one bird, lookin' a bit dodgy, mate! She can probably drink us right under the table!
I know, and that's exactly, why you're gonna stay here and look after her.
Yes, Wayne. Look man, you've got much more in common with her than anybody else. I mean things like, er, music.. and hair... earrings...
Hold on, Dennis. I don't mean to be rude, but is Wayne really the right bloke to be babysitting a sixteen-year-old girl?
Barry
Yeah, it'll be like putting the rat in charge of the cheese larder!
I don't know whether or not to be flattered or insulted by you lot!
Look man, I can't do it, can I? I'm old enough to be her father. I mean, Neville, he'd be the obvious choice, but he's going out again, isn't he? I mean... Barry and Moxey would bore the poor girl to death with their herb talk, wouldn't they, eh? And guarding a bog door's about the limit of Oz's responsibility! So that just leaves you, son!
Yeah, well I can see your reasoning, Den, but look, you can't have helped but notice that Tracy's a bit of a... you know, she's a little bit of a come-on, isn't she?
Yes, I know! And who better to cope with her than a man of the world like you, Wayne, eh?
I've got it. It's like them American TV films in there, you know? Where they get an ex-con to go after with the bad guys. 'Cos he's the one who knows how they think.
Moxey, you've just hit the nail on the head, son!
Oh, well thank you for that tribute, Moxey(!) ...So you all trust me then, is that it?
Course we trust you. Look, I mean... You know that she's Bomber's daughter, don't you?
And you know that we've put our complete trust and faith in you? And you know that, er, if you lay so much as one finger on her, we'll have your plums on a skewer.
Oh, table for seven... [Holds up six fingers and a thumb] Seven, eh?
WWaiter
Seven. Moment. Ich hole... (I get...) [Goes off.]
Just pull the tables together, man. [He pulls two tables together and they all take their seats.]
[To Bomber] Just like that one in Taunton, isn't it, dad?
[To Moxey] Hey, I tell you what, we should get Barry a vindaloo, eh? That'll get him back on the old beer.
Get 'im back on the portaloo an' all! [They all laugh. Except Barry.]
Barry
Ha-ha. Very funny(!)
Right, listen, Oz, I'll handle it this time, okay? We don't want your Give Us a Clue routine upsetting the waiter. All right, Lionel?
All right. All right. Well, let's get him out. [Calls out] Hey, Sabu! [A waiter enters... it's Neville!] Bloody hell, it's Clive of India! [Everyone turns and looks at Neville]
Whoa! I've heard of the northwest frontier, but never the northeast!
[Laughs] That's what you've been doing, eh? Starring in Aladdin!
[Not amused] Aye, aye. Go on. Get 'em all over with!
Oh, I should think we've only just started, boyo. [They laugh.]
[Singing] Oh doctor, I'm in trouble...
AAll
Goodness gracious me!
[Angry] That's right! Aye, have a good laugh! Just 'cos I show a bit of initiative and get meself a part-time job!
What on earth is Brenda saving for to reduce you to this, eh?
Well, if you must know, it's our fifth wedding anniversary later this year. I thought it'd be nice if we had a second honeymoon.
Dressed like that, eh? Lovely?
Give it a rest, Wayne, man, will yer?
So where were you thinkin' of goin'? New Delhi?
Dunno. Probably the same as the first time - Minorca.
I still dunno where Minorca is.
How do you think I feel? Neither do I!
How much do ya need, then?
That's just it, I've nearly got enough, Dennis. I'm just seein' out the week. I never thought you lot would find out.
Well, I tell you what, you get the order right tonight, we'll all put a good tip in, won't we, lads?
Oh aye, aye, aye. Now that we've got that... [Cracks up] ...Now that we've got that sorted out, can we have a bit of service, Gunga Din?
AAll
[Laugh. Then they start singing again as Neville gives them their menus] It goes boom diddy, boom diddy, boom diddy, boom diddy, boom diddy, boom diddy, boom boom boom!
[Shouts out as Neville makes for the kitchen] New lamps for old! New lamps for old!
Hey! Neville! Have they got any, er, chicken? [Squawks and flaps his elbows as a humiliated Neville retreats into the kitchen]
Bauer's right. It's full of holes. Look! According to this police report, they saw this girl, this Bettina, near the street where she lives. The patrol car spotted her, noticed she was in distress, but she ran away. They followed her on foot and caught up with her.
So what exactly is the point?
Look, she ran away, right? She didn't report it. She didn't go to the police or register a complaint or whatever they call it.
Right. so when she sees the law, does a runner.
Barry
Hmmm... but see, the prosecution might argue that the girl evaded the police because she didn't want the aggro, like. Oz, you see, most rape cases, they don't get reported, you know, because the victim don't want the stigma.
Yeah, fair enough, Barry, fair enough. But the other alternative is, she was, er... trying to protect somebody.
The bloke she was with in the bar.
There were shaggy-haired louts round her.
Barry
Ah! Nev's right. There was, there was one bloke in particular, right. She was having a right ding-dong with him, right? He looked very beady when Nev went off with her.
[Turns to Neville] Ah, that's why she tried to pull you, then. To get up the other geezer's nose.
You mean it weren't Nev's irresistible charm? [Oz and Bomber chuckle]
HHelmut
Well... listen, I get friends. We find these... who you look for.
[Gets up] That's more like it! Let's find the bastards and give 'em a good...
[Stands up in front of Oz] Pipe down, prannet! [Oz sits back down again.]
HHelmut
We know the bars, speak language. Ask questions.
You need someone to identify them.
Barry
[Gets up] You and me go, Bomb. We'll know them.
Right, by Jove. [He, Barry and Helmut leave the hut]
I'll make some coffee. [Gets up.]
[To Bomber, Barry and Helmut] Good luck, lads!
I'm going for a shower. Fancy a couple of jars later, Nev?
Right. You're on, Wayne. [Wayne leaves. Neville turns to Dennis] A thing like this really lets you know who your friends are, eh?
You're right there, it does that. Listen, er... there's something I've got to tell you.
[Gets up again] Look, I'd better get over the bar as well. I'll see you later, lads! [Oz makes a hasty exit.]
Brenda. She's coming over.
You didn't ring on Monday, yer see. She panicked, she rang the site... Oz was passing, like.
[Gets up, annoyed.] Oz! I might have bloody known!
Look, it wasn't entirely Oz's fault, Neville! Yer know, I mean, he was caught on the spot. I mean, he couldn't explain why you weren't available without her thinking you were ill or something. Anyway, I rang her straight back. But she was adamant. Anyway, she missed today's flight, but she'll be over first thing in the morning.
They should've kept me inside.
Barry
Where have the lads gone?
[Drying his hair] Swimming. Can you believe, hey?
Barry
Ahh, that's a good idea.
Barry
Well, it's exercise, innit?
It's madness, son. Madness!
Barry
No it's not.
That Nev, he's into all them health things, isn't he?
Yeah. Tried to get me jogging the other week. I says, "No way." Told him what happened to my brother-in-law.
Barry
What did happen?
Well, he's into all that, in't he? You know, running, weights, calis-bleeding-thenics, whatever they call it. Mind you, you gotta bear in mind that bloke's a bit of a nutter, otherwise he wouldn't have married my sister, would he?
Barry
I don't know your sister, do I?
Nah, you're well out of there, ain't ya, son? Anyhow, he goes jogging every weekend, don't he? He's got all the gear and that, you know, the Adidas tracksuit, headband. So I says to 'im, I says, "You'll do yourself an injury, you will". I was right, weren't I?
Barry
How'd you mean?
Well, he only tries to jog across the red light at Catford Roundabout, don't he? Got hit by a juggernaut bound for the A2 to Dover. Laugh? I nearly bought me own beer!
Barry
In the sexual jungle, you're a predator you are, Wayne.
I work alone, if that's what you mean. Don't go in mob-handed like the lads. All they do is booze and talk about it. By the time they've worked up the nerve to do summat, they're all too incapable.
Barry
Have you no desire to form a permanent attachment?
Barry
Until one day, though...
Barry
I got engaged once. I think I still am in fact.
Barry
Well... I never broke it off officially, like. And she's still got the ring.
Barry
No.
Barry
No.
Barry
No.
Barry
No, I don't like her very much.
Why'd you get friggin' engaged then?
Barry
I forgot. Er, I think it was 'cos her dad had a spare season ticket for Wolverhampton Wanderers.
Oh, well. Obviously. I mean, that could make a lad's heart sink, couldn't it(?)
Barry
Am I... Am I really a radish, Wayne?
Oh, don't have an identity crisis. Not on me day off, time's slipping by.
Barry
Well if I'm in your way, I should just, you know...
No, I said I'd fix us up, didn't I? Now just bide your time. No need to panic. All you gotta realise is there's thousands of 'em out there. I mean, birds are like the Chinese army - once you've jumped a few, you think that's it for a while, and there's a whole new battalion comes over the hill.
Barry
I only want one.
Yeah, well that's where you and me differ, son. I want the lot!
Barry
I've never been that ambitious meself.
Barry... [Noticing two ladies sitting at a table behind Barry, smiling at them] I think our prayers have just been answered.
Barry
How'd you mean?
Look behind ya. [Barry starts to turn] Don't look now! Show some cool.
Barry
Oh... [Turns awkwardly towards the ladies to get a glimpse, then back to Wayne] Oh aye, they're very, er, very tasty. What do we do now?
Barry
Me?!
Yeah, you're the one that's gotta prove himself sooner or later. You have to show what you're made of. Now we've already had a flash.
Barry
Have we?
Yeah, when they came in. [Winks] A bit of the old eye contact. Halfway there, aren't we? Now remember, don't go promising them the world, right? Or go through all that boring preamble. Just get straight to the point. Bit of dazzling repartee.
Barry
Straight to the point, like?
Right. [Nods in the direction of the ladies.]
Barry
[Turns to the ladies] Hello. Er... would you like to come back to our hut? [Wayne facepalms]
Hey, there is a god, Barry! Cop them!
Barry
[Turns to look at the flight attendants] My goodness, air hostesses!
Stewardesses they call themselves nowadays, ya nerk. [Knocks on the window. One of the flight attendants winds the window down.] D'you speak English?
Thought you would in your job. Where are you from?
Barry
[To himself] Sweden?
I thought you were Swedish. Something about your flawless complextion told me that.
AAttendant
Yes, but what do you want?
Me? Oh, nothing. It's just that me and me chauffeur here are sort of strangers in a foreign land. Much like yourselves. Only we were feeling very depressed, and caught a glimpse of you two and it, well... just sorta lifted our hearts.
AAttendant
[Not understanding] Just what?
Made us feel... glad all over.
Barry
[To Wayne] What's happenin'?
[To Barry] It's hard to tell, son. We're dealin' here with the Swedish mentality, which is pretty inscrutable at the best of times. [The two attendants chat to each other in Swedish]
AAttendant
We are very flattered that you feel this way. [The traffic lights turn green and the taxi pulls away.]
We're away, son. Follow that car! [Barry revs up the bike... which promptly stalls.] Come on!
Barry
All right, all right! [The taxi drives away]
Barry
I know. Bloody hell!
You friggin' radish, Barry!
Barry
Stop calling me that, please! [Barry finally restarts the bike and sets off.]
Barry
They took a left.
If you lose 'em, I'll hang for you, Barry. I swear it, I'll hang for you!
Barry
I'll take a short cut.
Barry
I'll cut across there, look.
Well, be careful, then. [They ride through a small park, down a slope...] Jesus Christ! [...and crash into a pond! Fortunately for them, they splash-landed outside the Hotel Inter-Continental, where they see the Swedish flight attendants get out of their taxi.] See? Overnight stop, innit?
Barry
Well, shall we go in then, or what?
[Covered in mud, as is Barry] Go in? You seen the state of us? We look like a pair of motocross riders!
Barry
Ohhh. Suppose we'd better go back and get cleaned up then, eh?
Sssh. Quiet, son. Big score coming up 'ere.
Sssh. Whoa, man. [Points to the high score] I'm nearly on five and a half million, man!
...They've just pulled two Swedish air hostesses.
[Shocked, he stops playing] Air hostesses?! [The ball goes out of play, and it's game over for Oz.]
[Kicks one of the legs of the pinball table] 'Ere, might as well get a beer. D'ya want one?
Aye. I mean, I can understand Wayne, but Barry? [They go to the bar]
Two bottles of pils here, Adolph. Jammy Arabs. How did they manage that?
Well, they haven't exactly nailed 'em yet, but they know they're stopping at the Inter-Continental so they're goin' round there on the off-chance.
Ahh, well that's hardly guaranteed, is it?
Suppose not. Aye, they'll probably hang round in the bar there all night for nowt, then come back and spin some extravagant tale for our benefit.
Aye, aye. That's them. [They have a drink.] Hang on a minute... So you reckon they'll just be sittin' in the bar on the off-chance, hangin' around waitin'?
Right, let's get them. [Goes to the payphone]
Well... A stroke I pulled at a hotel in Sheffield one time. It was the night before Newcastle played Burnley in the semis. Hey, what a game that was, kidda. Supermac scored twice, and on the way back we smashed this Little Chef up on the A1 at Wetherby...
[Interrupting Oz's train of thought] Aye, never mind that, man. What was the stunt?
Oh, aye. Right, follow me. [Heads for the payphone again, burping as he does.]
Barry
What are we gonna do, then? Just, er... just sit here all night on the off-chance, or what?
Just bide your time. I'll think of something.
WWaiter
[Brings them a couple of beers] You are residents, sir?
Yeah, er... but I'll pay cash. [Hands the waiter some money] And keepen ze changen. [The waiter leaves a receipt and leaves.]
Barry
What did you say that for? We're not staying 'ere.
Yeah, but we could be if things work out.
Barry
No, we don't look like residents, especially with your haircut and earring.
Well, they'll think we're roadies.
Barry
Ah, aye? Fat chance.
Leave it out, will ya? Have a drink.
Hello? Yep. Inter-Continental? Yes, hello, yes. Can you get a message, please, to Mr. Wayne Norris? Yeah, Herr Norris. Yes, he'll be in the bar. ...Yes, and the message is, that, er... he's expected immediately... yeah, immediately, in Room 612. Yes, that's it. Danke schön! [Puts the phone down. They laugh] That'll wind 'em up!
Barry
You've knocked long enough. There's no-one there.
[Looks through the peephole in the door] Well, they must be in the shower or something, you know.
Barry
Together?
Swedish, in't they? Very liberated your Swedes, son.
Barry
Oh... My cousin Norma's very liberated, you know. [Wayne continues knocking.] Yeah, she's... she's always walking around the house stark-naked. I said to her, "This is a council house just outside Wolverhampton, you know". I said, "You could lose this house flaunting yourself the way you do." Eric... see, that's her husband, he don't know because he works nights...
Sssh! I can hear something.
Barry
They're there, are they? [A waitress passes by with a trolley and notices Wayne and Barry listening at the door.]
GWGerman woman
Was ist los? (What's happening?) [Turns the radio off.]
GMGerman man
Es had geklopft. (There was a knock.)
GWGerman woman
Nee, nee. (No...) [The knocking continues.] Hast du 'was bestellt? (Did you order something?)
GMGerman man
Nein, ich nicht, aber geh' mal gucken. (No, not me, but go have a look.) [She gets out of bed and opens the door.] Ja?
About time too! What you been doing, darling? Putting your face on, eh?
GWGerman woman
Was? Wer sind Sie? Was wollen sie? (What? Who are you? What do you want?)
Speak English, darlin'! It's us! [Wayne and Barry enter the room]
GWGerman woman
Ich verstehe gar nichts. (I don't understand anything you're saying)
Barry
Wayne, Wayne... are you sure that's one of them, mate?
Yeah, of course it is. They just look a bit different out of uniform, don't they?
GMGerman man
Was wollen Sie in unserem Zimmer? (What are you doing in our room? What do you want?)
Oh, hello. We've got company, have we? [To the woman] What's the matter, darlin'? Ain't we enough for you girls, eh?
GMGerman man
Sind sie Freunde von dir? (Are these friends of yours?)
GWGerman woman
Nein, ich kenne sie nicht. (No, I don't know them.)
Barry
Wayne... are you sure this is Room 612, mate?
GWGerman woman
Tu' etwas! (Do something!) [The man gets his wallet and starts pulling money out]
Hey, hey, listen mate. You don't have to pay us for it, you know.
Barry
Wayne, Wayne...
Hey, what's going on here, eh? I mea, we come up here for an innocent liaison, and I find meself in some depraved situation with some geezer flashin' the old readies!
Barry
Wayne...
What is he? A blimmer or something, eh? And where's your mate?
Barry
Wayne, Wayne... they think that we're muggers.
Barry
They... We're in the wrong room. They think that we're... muggers. [Waves]
Bloody hell. [They scarper.]
Barry
You've obviously had more experience of this kind of thing than I have. Wayne, I tell you one thing, I'm not going on the pull again with you, mate!
Yeah, well the feeling's bloody mutual, son! You're a jinx you are, Barry. You're a jinx. [They look down to the ground below] Ready?
Barry
[Panicking] What do you mean "ready"? I'll break my bleedin' leg!
Look, don't be daft, mate. We're fit enough.
Barry
No, we're not! We might have been if we'd gone jogging or swimming with Nev! As you so despise physical exercise...
Leave it out, Barry, will you? It's not much of a jump!
Barry
No, not for the SAS, and I don't mean the friggin' airline!
Come on. It's like Butch and Sundance.
Barry
Aye, and we know what happened to them. [They take a bit of a run up, then jump.]
Good morning, Dennis. And where have you been, eh? [Dennis walks past, staring angrily at Wayne and Barry] Or maybe we shouldn't ask.
Aye. Maybe you shouldn't. Not that it'd make any difference, like. I mean, news spreads faster than the plague around here.
What's the problem, like?
[Points to Wayne and Barry] Well, ask Abbott and Costello here.
Come on, Den. We was all after the same thing last night, weren't we? I'd say you were a bit more successful than what we was, eh?
Barry
Yeah. Look at my ankle. It's all puffed up.
[Whacks Barry's ankle. Barry winces in pain.] I know all about you two, man! I spent an hour in the manager's office explaining who me guests were.
Barry
Oh dear. D'you mean there... d'you mean there were repercussions?
Aye, you could say that, Barry. I mean, it was you two who terrorised some innocent couple, wasn'it?
You didn't finger us, did you?
No, no. Said you were two blokes I'd met in the bar. [Points his finger in Wayne's face] But in future, you just stay out my life, right? [Grabs his washbag and towel, and leaves for the bathroom cabin.]
Is there something you two haven't told me?
Howay, Moxey, man! [Kicks the cubicle door] Hurry yersel' up! The amount of time you spend in there I'm surprised you don't move in!
Hey, I'm not doin' this for pleasure y'know, Oz. It's the bloody sauerkraut! [Dennis enters the cabin]
Is somebody in there? [Kicks the cubicle door]
Aye. Moxey. Put yer name doon for about Tuesday.
I've gotta get out of here, man.
[At the urinal] What's the matter, like?
Well those two pricks, man, Barry and Wayne, totally destroyed my weekend!
Aye, well, I didn't do their weekend much good, me, like.
Well, I'll tell yer all aboot it. This'll cheer ya up...
[Furiously] DID WHAT?! [Chases Oz out of the cabin]
[Running away] Dennis, what's got into you, man? [Runs away while Dennis gives chase. The toilet flushes and Moxey steps out of the cabin.]
[Calling out] It's f-free now!
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