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KARIM (CONT'D)
Solid Silver. Very nice. What
would you say to a pony?
CONRAD coughs.
KARIM (CONT'D)
You don’t want to take any chances
when it comes to your Bronchial
tubes.
EXT. BOUNDARY ESTATE. ARNOLD CIRCUS - NIGHT
A red brick Victorian estate, littered with spent Nitrous
Oxide cannisters. Local YOUTHS, sitting on the carcass of a burnt-out car, watch CONRAD head inside.
INT. DRUG DEALER’S FLAT - NIGHT
A dingy, grimy hovel, thick with smoke. A STAFFORDSHIRE BULL TERRIER suckling puppies. A jungle of pot plants. What looks
like a pharmaceutical chemistry lab on a low table. SHELLEY,
40’s mixed race, leads CONRAD in and they sit on a stained
sofa. Shelley’s son, about 10 or 11, lies on the grubby, threadbare carpet in his school uniform doing his homework. SHELLEY GORGEOUS
You look like you’ve been to a
funeral.
CONRAD
I have.
SHELLEY
Who died?
CONRAD
My mother.
SHELLEY
I didn’t know you had one. What the
fuck have you done with your shoes?
CONRAD has painted his trainers black.
CONRAD
I had to paint them. Black is ‘de
riguer’ in Chelsea.
SHELLEY
You what?
7.