Disco lights. DALE, BRANDY and BOBBY all holding hands around table piled with glasses. MR HARVEY at next table, ADAM and NOAH on edges
|ADAM:||She was never depressed with me.|
|How much d’you think he weighs?|
|He couldn’t satisfy her.|
|She was a dirty bitch, eh? Not in a bad way. Obviously.|
|NOAH:||I love you, Marcheline.|
|No, she was alright. She was a good girl.|
|Her fucking mum and dad. Sat in his lap.|
|NOAH:||Think we should.|
|NOAH:||I’m gonna fucking –|
|NOAH:||Hospitalise the –|
DALE slumps, out.
ADAM and NOAH help carry BOBBY off.
MR HARVEY to BRANDY.
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