# HIT ME! HIT ME... #
ONLY A FEW MORE NIGHTS IN THE CARAVAN.

POINTS.

AND PRESS ON YOUR CHEST
WHAT YOU'RE TYING TO SAY.

THEN I'D TILT THE HELICOPTER TO ONE SIDE.
BULLETS ARE CHEWING UP THE DRIVE.

YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING,
YOU'VE GOT TO READ THE SUNDAY PAPERS,

- GIVE HIM ANOTHER SERIES, YOU SWINE!
- YEAH, GIVE ME ANOTHER SERIES, YOU SHIT.

- REALLY?
- WE BOTH DO ARCHERY. I'M GRADE THREE.

WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LAP DANCE FOR YOU?

MUST BE SOMEWHERE EKE, THEN.

- I'M HAVING A BARBECUE, FANCY COMING OVER?
- I'D LOVE TO!

- MORNING.
- HELLO, ALAN.

- YOU DISAPPEARED PRETTY SHARPISH.
- AYE. A SCALDED CAT RUNS AWAY.

(DEEP VOLCE) YES.

AIDAN IS FROM SELBRIDGE, WHICH IS
NEAR DUBLIN, AND I'M FROM WEST CORK.

- THERE'S NO POINT IN FINISHING THE SENTENCE.
- BUT IF YOU...

I'D LIKE YOU TO LAY THEM. CHICKEN!

SHE DOESN'T HAVE THAT PROBLEM, DOES SHE?

RIGHT. SHE SAYS NO,
AND SHE WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU.