Sydney checks his shadow then lights up a cigarette, pockets the lighter and moves off. Rannoch follows, pulling back his hood as they walk into the darkness.
Let’s hear it, laddie.
I done ’im.
Any problems then?
With grandpa? Gotta be kidding me. I stuffed the peat in his maw like you said. I think he liked it.
Sydney stops, looks him in the eye, then suddenly grabs Rannoch’s ear and twists it painfully. Rannoch stoops and YELPS in pain.
What are you, daft?
(lets him go)
You learn some respect, ya’ pie eater
. He was a friend of mine.
He looks around, making sure they’re alone. The smoke of his cigarette follows him as he strolls away, leaving Rannoch to straighten himself in the dark.