POKEY BEDSIT. DAY.
A TEENAGE CHAV COUPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT HAVING NO MONEY AND NOT BEING ABLE TO AFFORD THAT WEEKS RENT.
TRACY: Bloody 'ell, Wayne! What are we gonna tell the landlord? We can't hide under the bed again - all your comics are under there.
THERE'S A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
WAYNE: (WHISPERING) Uh-oh. Let's keep schtum and pretend we're out.
THE LANDLORD THUMPS ON THE DOOR HARDER.
LANDLORD: Come on! I know you're in there - I can smell the weed!
WAYNE: Hey, I had a baff on Tuesday you cheeky...Ow!
TRACY HITS WAYNE FOR GIVING THE GAME AWAY. WAYNE GOES AND ANSWERS THE DOOR.
WAYNE: Oh, hello Mr Landlord. How nice of yer to visit.
LANDLORD: Don't gimme that - where's the rent, boy?
WAYNE: He lives upstairs but if it helps clear the arrears I'll try anything.
WAYNE TURNS ROUND DROPS HIS TROUSERS SHOWING HIS ARSE. THE LANDLORD AT FIRST LOOKS SURPRISED AND THEN STARTS UNBUCKLING HIS BELT.
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