Awaydays Page #3

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- And when to shut the f*** up.

- F*** off.

- What?

- Get off my f***ing back.

All right. F***ing hell.

I'm just saying...

Well, don't just say.

I get your drift so just leave it, yeah?

Peace... la.

Like, you can do what you want

when you're with me. You get me?

But when you're with them, if you

want that crew to take you seriously,

you can't keep on making such a twat

of yourself, eh, d'you know?

"Do they work?"

I said leave it.

When we going Chester?

I told you a hundred times,

sweetheart, payday. Friday.

Are you gonna meet me from school?

Better not tell Emily Bell.

She badly wants to go out with you.

Get some kip, snotface.

I'll see you in the morning.

Mm-hm.

Christmas spends.

- There you go.

- So what you got planned, lad?

Taking our Molly out shopping.

Birthday treat.

Good lad. About time too.

Cracking young girl, that sister of yours.

For once, Uncle Robert,

I can't disagree with you.

I'll see you Monday morning. And

remember, we all have inner potential.

Live each moment

like it's a precious gift.

Come on, lad.

- Thought I'd finished with you?

- No.

Want to see the face on you, lad.

Priceless. F***ing hell.

No, mate, it's nothing like that.

I'm made up to see you.

Good. Very pleased I am to hear it, too.

Come.

No, mate, I can't. Not today.

What d'you mean, you can't? You can

do whatever you want. I've told you that.

No, mate. It's my sister's birthday

and I'm taking her out.

So? We won't be gone long.

Mate! Where you going?

That's boss, that, eh?

- What?

- Being a sailor, like.

Just getting off whenever you feel like it.

Be a bit f***ing boring, like, just seeing

the ships and the sea day after day.

- That's you all over, that.

- What is?

I don't know.

There's no romance in you.

D'you know, when we get off,

when we go to Berlin...

- Eh?

- You didn't mean it.

- EI...

- You said it, though.

- Why say it, if you never meant it?

- Elvis, I just didn't mean now.

That's f***ing criminal, that, la.

Father Christmas? Necking?

That's just wrong.

- Mate, I'm gonna do one.

- Have a drink.

One bev. Then you can go.

- Say something?

- Come, come. Be not of meagre cheer.

'Tis the season to be jolly.

Ho-ho-ho.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

You better jolly well ask your mates

for two front teeth, then.

Come on, Elvis!

Leave it, f***ing hell! F***!

You mad crazed sex-pest bastard!

Santa Claus, my arse!

See what you've done? You...

- Here, let's have a look.

- Mate, I've really got to go.

- I'll make you a cuppa.

- Mate...

I said, let me make you a cuppa.

Your sister'll forgive you, Carty.

Family always do.

Blood brothers, Carty.

You and me.

Please.

- What?

- Hold my hand.

Mate...

It's OK. I knew you wouldn't.

- Elvis, I just...

- I just! It's just! Don't "just"!

Don't "just", Carty!

Don't. D'you get me?

Yeah, that's right! Just f*** off out

of my flat! I'm better off without you!

Me, too.

F***! F***!

Sh*t. Sh*t.

# Running down an empty street

# Perhaps it was a railway station

# Smell of warm cologne

# The sound of a celebration

# Oh, oh, oh

# Dislocation

# Oh, oh, oh

# Dislocation

# Oh, oh, oh

# Dislocation

# Oh, oh, oh

# Dislocation

# Oh, oh, oh

# Dislocation

# Just a swimmer growing dimmer

# In the glimmer of the summer... #

Here you are, grab that.

Fix your laces. Come on.

- Hi, Carty lad.

- John.

- Where have you been?

- Elvis's.

- You two weirdos ready for tomorrow?

- Yeah, it's gonna be mad, eh?

F***ing right, lad.

Gonna be a big one.

We'll need all the boys for this one.

Got to get all the lads together, huh?

This f***ing firm, they're no d*ckheads.

They don't f*** about.

- Can you handle that?

- Me?

Relying on you, Carty son.

Need someone I can trust.

No runaways, eh?

- Yeah, right, John. Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Up for it?

- Yeah.

- Deffo?

- Yeah, deffo.

Right, let me see a smile, then.

It's nearly Christmas.

- All right. Here tomorrow, ten bells.

- Yeah, great.

Yeah.

Come on, boys. See you later, lad.

See you later.

- Morning.

- You enjoy yourself last night?

- Look, Moll, I got caught up at work.

- Save your excuses. I'm not interested.

Here you go, Dad.

You going the match today?

Or are you gonna take me shopping

like you said you would?

Look, Moll, I promise you. Straight

after school on Monday, me and you.

- We'll go shopping, I promise.

- Forget it. It's too late.

Police are expecting trouble.

- Really?

- Says here.

You want to watch yourself

with that lot, son.

Starting to get

a very nasty reputation.

I know.

# No reply

# I'm trying hard

To somehow frame a reply

# Looking out at the white world

And the moon

# I feel a soft exchange taking place

# Merging with the people on the page

# Blurring my face and conversation

# Slow motion

# Slow motion #

Didn't think you'd be coming.

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

# Slow motion

# Slow motion...

F***ing hell, eh, Cart?

What a gang of f***ing beauts!

- F*** knows why we bother, eh?

- Good lads, these, EI.

Oh, and you'd know, wouldn't you?

Can't resist, can you?

Can't stop yourself.

- What? Stop what?

- Reminding me I'm a d*ckhead.

Well, maybe I'm not as big a divvy

as you think I am.

Aye aye, lads! F***ing hell.

Sorry about that, love. How much

do I owe you? How much for that lot?

We are evil!

We are evil! We are evil!

- What are you?

- We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

- Twat some Woollybacks!

- We are evil!

- What?

- We are evil!

- No f***ing runners here!

- We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

F***ing come 'ead!

Come on, you f***ing knobs!

Come on! F***ing come on!

F***ing come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, then! F***ing come 'ead!

Aah!

Come on, then! Come 'ead!

Come on! Come on!

F***in' love ya, ya c*nt!

We are evil!

Go on, Looney Tunes,

get that down you, lad. Go 'ead.

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil!

We are evil! We are evil!

Robbie!

Come here, lad.

Let's go and have a well-earned pint.

Down the Pelican, then, eh, boys?

Victory celebration and that.

Nice one, John. Deffo.

- There you are, Superman.

- "Nice one, John."

- What?

- F*** off.

- What?

- We was going to see Dalek tonight.

Be a laugh, though, down the Pelican.

F*** off. You been the Pelican?

- But it'll be a grin, man. All the lads...

- Oh, for...

All the lads!

F***ing state of you, Carty.

Come 'ead, youse two!

Pair of weirdos.

Come 'ead!

Make-your-mind-up time, Carty.

Go, go, go, go,

go, go, go, go, go, go!

Good boy! Still undefeated!

Get up to the f***ing bar.

Go on.

Three more pints, please.

Hello, handsome.

You all right?

Now, then. You don't keep ferrets

down there, do you, lad?

Dream on, you mong. As if!

- Want a rematch? Want a rematch?

- There you go again.

Wait, on three!

On three, on three! One, two...

Do I look like

a f***ing smackhead to you?

You know what I mean, you prick.

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