4.3.2.1. Page #4

I didn't do nothing. Jesus.

You jumped on me.

Why are you doing this?

What are you going to do to us?

And why the f*** have you got cable ties?

Why am I doing this?

Because you took my virginity.

And then you took my shopping,

and I'm really not happy about that.

And by the way,

I erased those pictures you took of me,

so now we're going to see how you like it.

- No, no, no, no. No, no...

- Is that all you've got?

Oh, God, I'm sorry, okay?

- Please, God, stop taking photos.

- It's quite cute.

No wonder it was over so bloody quickly.

Come on.

Please, just stop, okay?

I will not get f***ed in the arse.

Really, I'm so sorry...

What?

Get off me, you bastard. Get off me.

I love you.

I f***ing love you.

Where are you going, huh?

Hey, let her go.

Mind your business, b*tch.

What the f*** you say?

I said take you black ass inside.

Look, eat some chicken or some watermelon

and mind your damn business.

I think you better let her go.

Now, I take it you don't want this soon

to be ass-whipped little b*tch

pulling on your hair?

No.

Take your little ass home.

We gonna deaI with him.

What are you gonna do?

Well, first I'm gonna teach him respect

for women.

Then I'm gonna have my cousins here

talk to him about raciaI stereotypes

like assuming that all black people

eat watermelon and chicken.

After that he's gonna understand

that although my ass is black,

he ain't got the right to signify that sh*t

to me like I didn't already know it.

That's gonna be a hard lesson.

Why don't you tattoo him while you're at it?

What do you want it to say?

Oh, um...

Something short like,

"I used to pretend to be someone else

to have sex with girls.

"Then I got caught and had pictures

taken of my tiny penis,

"and every day I look in the mirror

I will remember how lucky I am

"just to have this tattoo as my revenge. "

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Come on. Come on, guys. Guys, guys.

Come on, come on. I voted for Obama.

Hey, Cass?

Kerrys, 5:
00 am.

i take about...

- I hope you cleaned up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Did you get the note

that Shannon's mum left?

- Yeah.

- I know.

- I didn't have her address.

- All right, bye.

Please...

- Yeah, see you later.

what the heck is going on?

- wait.

Sure.

Okay, he's ready to...

What? What...

What could you possibly want

at this time in the morning?

Hey, hey.

Oh, God.

Despite interrupting my Sunday rest,

you countered your tardiness

with invention.

This leaves me to judge you purely

on your impromptu performance,

which, if honest,

was brilliant.

You have your place next year.

Now leave, before I call the police.

"Where's Shaz,

not at her place, do you know?"

- Hey, Jo, hi.

- Cass, you're here?

Yeah, I'm back.

Look, I think I might know where Shaz is.

where?

Six years with us and you don't know

her place doesn't mean her home?

we'll come pick you up.

Yeah, sure.

So, where the f*** are you?

Wish me love.

Love, b*tch.

Bye, guys.

I think I left my clothes under there.

Do you wanna help me find them?

- What?

- Kerrys?

Will you come downstairs and say hello

to your grandparents and aunts?

It's a long way from BraziI

and they're waiting to see you.

They're here to see ManueI and Lewis.

They don't even like me.

Just come downstairs, please.

Also,

no silly business in the house.

Your... Your friend, she said

she was just coming upstairs to wait.

It's fine. Just go in.

- What do you want?

- You, innit?

F*** off.

Here.

- What do I do?

You keep them here till tomorrow.

When it calms down and I get the call,

I'll come pick them up.

All right.

Get back inside.

Did you see her titties, blud?

They was out, like, pow!

What was that about?

F*** it.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Everyone, this is Jas.

Kerrys, why you wear this top?

It shows your b*obs.

They're not b*obs, Dad. They're breasts.

B*obs are stupid people or mistakes.

These aren't mistakes.

They're there for a reason, to feed babies.

Like you'll ever be doing that.

- Kerrys, change your T-shirt.

- F***.

You embarrass me. Again.

Happy?

ManueI, can I borrow your car?

Jas wants to give me a lesson.

No. I'm meeting someone.

F***ing arsehole.

What is mean, "vagetarian"?

Help the homeless, girls.

Do you wanna buy an issue?

- Hey!

- Hey, Cass.

I've got a present for you. Do you want it?

You should never say no to a gift.

Thank you, Cass.

Wow!

Reports have been coming in that

the diamonds could be in the hands

of a low-level British gang,

believed to be working for a middleman

transporting the stones

to their anonymous buyer.

- So, did Cassandra say this was cooI, yeah?

- Of course, babe.

All the years we've been friends,

she weren't going to say no, was she?

Look, we've got two days to enjoy,

so just sit back and relax, yeah?

Do you think in that case maybe we could

watch something other than the news?

So, you ready for your test tomorrow?

Yeah.

Do you want some Climagra?

It's like Viagra, but jelly.

It makes you mega-horny, though.

Go on, then. I'm pretty horny, anyway.

I don't see what difference it will make.

How rich is this girI?

So,

do you think

you'll ever go back to men?

I don't know. I'm with you.

Okay, but

if you had to suck a guy off to save my life,

what would you do?

Buy you nice flowers for your funeraI.

Do you want to go Blam Bar later?

Much later, though.

Why?

I think I've got a hard-on.

Got a present for you. Do you want it?

What you saying, babes?

What, you don't like what you see, no?

It's like that.

You know what, I'm a sex bomb, you know?

Yeah, I'd like to give you my finger.

Come, man.

Hey, babes, you don't like me, no?

Dark chocolate, with nuts!

You know what I mean, she's on it.

- Hey, babes.

- She's on it, man. She's on it.

Do the thing. Do the thing.

Isn't that what they're really doing, though?

Yeah.

- Hey, yo, babes.

Are you seeing it, though?

- Can I join you?

- Why don't you f*** off?

- Do you kiss your mum with that mouth?

- No, but I kissed yours.

No, no, babes...

Excellent.

Come on.

Where are we going, babe?

Wait here.

Wait.

What are you doing tonight?

Do you want to dance, babe?

Yeah.

So, why don't you f*** off over there

and dance on your own

so I can talk to my friend?

Whatever you wanna do.

Well, I'm kind of horny.

Jo won't talk to me and my mum is...

What are you talking about?

Sh*t.

What did you say to my mate?

Sh*t.

Take the f***ing piss.

I'll kill you two b*tches.

Go on, hide.

Yeah, when I catch you,

I'm going to show you

what a reaI man's all about.

Why does it always come down to that

with you men?

Honestly, you couldn't keep up with me.

It'd be over in a second

and you'd be like, "Babes, I'm sorry. "

- Listen, b*tch...

- To tell you the truth,

you need a p*ssy

and a pair of tits to get with me.

Actually, looking at you

and your two friends there,

you might have a chance.

It's me. They're gone.

A note? From who?

Do you want a lift?

No, thanks.

You are so bad.

But I f***ing love it.

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