Oscar: Firstly, what happened to your face..? Secondly, why’re you behind the bar?
Alea: You’re a clever boy; figure it out. Whiskey?
Oscar: Sure… You seen Rhys about?
Alea: He’s in the corner with Hunter.
…
Oscar: There’s only room for one ginger on that couch, get outta here. I wanna talk to Rhys.
Hunter: The audacity! I was here first y’know. Don’t you wanna talk to me?
Rhys: No one wants t’talk to you.
Hunter: Pfft, I’m surrounded by assholes!
…
Rhys: It’s been real quiet here since we talked last; in terms of those lot anyway.
Oscar: You’ve actually been keeping an eye out?
Rhys: Yeah, man. I meant what I said, I’ll stick around for ya unless they try n’ get me involved more.
Oscar: That’s all well n’ good until you leave it too late.
Rhys: That ain’t happenin’.
Oscar: Don’t be so sure, they’re masters of manipulation.
Rhys: I’d feel guilty leavin’ you two to it.
Oscar: I don’t even know how you can help. No one’s even got back to us yet, it’s like swimming upstream.
Rhys: Salmon manage it.
Oscar: Funny... I need to find a way to get involved in that side of shit without my sudden interest being suspicious.
Rhys: Claim y’want in for the money?
Oscar: Hindsight is a beautiful thing; unfortunately, Artie already knows I ain’t here for the cash.
Rhys: Well, y’got time t’figure it out. I ain’t goin’ nowhere... Despite Tom’s protests.
Oscar: You should listen to Tommy, he’s smart. How’re you two doing anyway?
Rhys: Takin’ it slow, seein’ what happens. It’s a shame he’s busy all day n’ I’m stuck here all night.
Oscar: Maybe you oughta do the sensible thing n’ jack this in, go back to uni with him. I’d pay.
Rhys: Psh, I don’t want y’dirty money any more than Tom does. Besides, I got my own.
Oscar: Feels great, doesn’t it? Take my advice, use it for something decent before it all goes poof.
Rhys: So that’s why y’payin’ Tom’s way? A guilty conscience.
Oscar: I may as well put it to good use whilst I can.
Rhys: He got a job y’know...
Oscar: Good, ‘cause sooner or later he’s gonna be on his own. Once I’m done with all this bullshit; which I will be, I’m gonna empty my bank account n’ be a free man.
Hunter: [sniffs] You letting people smoke in your apartment?
Rhys: Tommy’s over there, y’just walked past him.
Hunter: Psh, you never used to let me smoke in here. Does this mean I can now?
Rhys: I guess.
Hunter: Sweet.. I’ll have to nick one off him though.
Rhys: He smokes menthols.
Hunter: Ew, never mind. What’ve you been up to?
Rhys: Uh, not a lot. He seems upset, I dunno why.
Hunter: We should take him to Lucie’s with us, that’d cheer him up. It does me, I could do with it too.
Rhys: I thought you went t’find Clara?
Hunter: She’s avoiding me! You seen her around?
Rhys: Not for months. Last time I did, she fuckin’ slapped me.
Hunter: [laughing] Sorry dude! I missed her alright? Besides, I could do with some action, it’s been a while.
Rhys: [scoffs] I’ve gone longer than that n’ I ain’t even been in prison.
Hunter: That’s just sad. I’m sure Joey could sort someone out for ya.
Rhys: Yeah, no.
Hunter: What?! It doesn’t have to be a-...
Tommy: Uhm, I’m gonna go... I got stuff t’do.
Rhys: I’ll see y’out.
Hunter: Rhys, he’s stood right next to the door.
Rhys: You don’t have t’leave ‘cause Hunter’s here y’know.
Tommy: I don’t really feel like being all mopey or pretendin’ t’be cheery around someone I barely know.
Rhys: Oh, fair enough I s’pose.
Tommy: I have coursework n’ shit t’do...
Rhys: I just.. I don’t like seein’ you upset.
Tommy: I’ll be okay.
Rhys: Well if y’not, y’can always come round again later. Bring Kate, we can watch somethin’.
Tommy: She.. she went back home.
Rhys: What? When?
Tommy: Erh, today-.. no, yesterday.
Rhys: Is that why y’couldn’t find her?
Tommy: Yeah. A last minute kinda thing.
Rhys: Y’gonna be okay on your own?
Tommy: I’m used to livin’ alone...
Rhys: You’re a bad liar, Tom. I’ll stop by after work, okay?
Tommy: Okay.
...
Tommy: Uh, hi... This is probably a waste of time. Y’probably never check your voicemails... I‘m sorry for yellin’ at you, Oscar. I was just upset.. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I didn’t mean any of that shit... I get that you’re kinda stuck, so.. sorry for being a dick. I hope you’re okay, an’ hopefully not mad at me. So uh, bye I guess... S’kinda weird talkin’ to no one on the phone. But yeah, sorry again, n’ bye; again.
