Boy A Page #3

And I'd love to spend

some time with you, but not like this.

Jesus.

I'll see you on Monday, yeah?

What happened?

Uh, I don't know.

What the f***?

You decide not to trundle it?

What? No, I thought I did...

Oh, yeah. Sh*t, sh*t.

Hey, relax.

You can talk to her later.

How you feeling?

## [techno]

## [reggae techno]

# So I say #

# Of course right now #

# Round about now #

# Since they say #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

# Round about now #

# Since they say #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

# Round about now #

# Since they say #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

# Round about now #

# Since they say #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

# Round about now #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

# Round about now #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

[echo]

#...maica, maica, maica... #

# I am the sexiest man in Jamaica #

#...maica, maica... #

# And the girls love

me, and I shall... #

## [soft rock]

Charming bastard.

He's got a way about him.

[laughing]

Yeah.

You want another of these?

Yeah, mate.

[Girl cries out]

- Hey, listen, mate.

- No, listen, mate.

This is between me and my girlfriend,

so you would do better to stay out of...

[scuffling]

[Girl]

Get out of the way.

Come on, you old pervert.

Come on. Get out of here.

Hey!

Aah!

[grunting]

Hey, hey, hey!

Leave it.

Leave it, hey? Leave it.

Come on, Bruiser.

You looked Steven f***ing Seagal, mate.

Yeah.

It's just the come-down you're feeling.

We'll drop you off first.

Get some kip.

You'll be all right in the morning.

Van Damage, hey? Ungh!

What a night.

What a f***ing night!

[laughing]

[Woman]

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Give me that.

There's nothing in there for you.

Does your father know

you're hanging 'round shops

- looking at...

- F*** you.

Excuse me?

F*** you.

My father's dead.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Oh.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

[sniffles]

- Oh, dear.

- [sobbing]

You poor love.

It's all right.

Dear.

My mum's dying.

Yeah?

Of cancer.

Well, not now.

She will be.

Right.

She has it.

In her tit?

How did you know?

Well, that's where they get it, women.

Should've got Coke.

Mmm, sh*t. I forgot.

My mouth's all dry.

Wanker.

Pass me that ketchup,

Jack, do you mind?

[Man on TV]

And the situation is still under review.

Oh, nothing like a bit of ketchup.

A man has been hospitalized

and his house set on fire

in a vigilante attack

believed to be a case

of mistaken identity.

The 23-year-old man who had

recently moved to Nottingham

was reported to resemble

an artificially aged photograph

published in a leading

tabloid newspaper

of Eric Wilson.

Wilson, the surviving murderer

of ten-year-old Angela Milton

who was known at

his trial as Boy A,

was recently released from prison.

The Press Complaints Commission

is still considering

whether the release of the image

contravened guidelines.

It's not known whether this attack

will affect their decision.

And finally,

there were celebrations

tonight in Didsbury...

Got to sign it, mate. You good?

- No, I'll wait.

- No, you won't.

You're going in there,

you're going to talk to her, Bruiser.

- No, maybe next time.

- Maybe never.

You're going in, and that's that.

You're going to invite her out,

and she's going to accept.

I'm getting tired

of this ridiculousness.

Hi.

Hi.

Thanks.

See you.

So, uh...

So...

do you want to do something

tomorrow night?

Just like that, eh?

Yeah, that simple.

Who'd have thought?

I know.

Thought what?

That'd she'd ever

want to see you again.

Did you think that?

Give me a break, Bruiser, will you?

[both laughing]

[doorbell rings]

Would you like a lager?

Well, all the shows start at 8:30, so...

Oh.

God, no, I, um... [chuckling]

When I said a movie, I meant a DVD.

A what?

I've rented a couple.

I meant for us to watch them here.

Oh. Okay.

Is that okay? I mean...

Oh, yeah. That's fine.

[laughing]

So you'll have fun, yeah?

[indistinct dialogue]

So...

why you been avoiding me?

I don't know.

The "I love you" thing, was it?

- Oh, l...

- It was sweet, Jack,

but I know you didn't mean it.

[laughing]

No, l-l...

It's just the way you came after me...

Aren't I allowed?

No, hey, you are. [chuckling]

Of course you are. Just, uh...

Ah...

Why you?

Yeah.

Yeah, as opposed to...

Because I like you.

Isn't that reason enough?

No, it is.

But...

What?

But...

but nothing. [laughing]

Nothing.

Just a bit surprised, that's just all.

But in a nice way.

[laughing]

Yeah.

I should hope so.

Would you like another?

Another what?

Surprise.

[Michelle]

What do you think I think?

That you're less than a man

or some sh*t like that?

Give me some credit, Jack.

I just... I just wanted...

What?

I just wanted it to be right.

And it will be.

Let's go watch the other film.

We'll have a drink. We'll cuddle.

We'll treat this as a date

where the woman

didn't put out, all right?

All right, Jack.

What's this?

[exhales deeply]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, f***.

[moans]

Oh, Jesus.

[moans]

[moaning louder]

Hey.

[panting]

What are you looking at?

You.

Why?

Do you love me?

Hey.

Hey, come here.

Come here.

No, no.

- It's okay.

- [whimpering]

It's okay, come here.

Jack, it's okay.

[sobbing]

Oh, God.

Hey.

It's okay.

[sobbing]

Oh, God.

Hey.

[Chris]

So... how'd it go?

Good.

Any action?

I don't want to talk about it.

Jesus.

That's a yes.

Shut the f*** up.

Why not?

Transcendent, was it?

F*** you. Eh? Sacrosanct?

- Yeah. I understand.

- [laughing]

Just tell me one thing.

What?

Did you get a go on her tits?

[laughing]

[chuckling]

- What the hell was that?

- What?

Jesus, Chris, stop the van.

Aw, f***.

Hello?

Ah, f***!

- [rattling door handle]

- Oh, God.

[grunt]

Let's, uh, let's see if there's

something in the boot.

[grunting]

Yeah. With this. Help me with this?

If I can.

[grunting]

Come on.

Come on!

Oh, sh...

[Girl coughing]

[Jack]

She's alive!

Come on. Don't stop looking at me.

All right?

You okay?

You're fine.

Okay.

Give us your knife, Chris.

Give us your knife.

You're all right, darling.

- [Chris] Here you are.

- [Jack] You're okay.

Yeah, an ambulance, please.

There's been a car accident.

Okay, now hold on to me.

Hold really tight.

Yeah, there's the driver and a little girl.

The driver.

- Hold on tight.

- Thank God.

Hold really tight.

I'm going to set you down on here.

I can't see in.

Just don't go, one minute.

Okay. You're all right.

Oh. sh*t.

Aw, sh*t.

Yeah, Chris. He has it, the knife.

The leather man.

For work?

Yeah, yeah.

Cut... Cutting, you know.

Box-ties, wires, whatever.

And that's what you used to cut it.

Yeah.

[Man on radio]

The driver didn't make it.

Right.

Radio Carol.

Get her over to the mother's.

I knew he wouldn't.

[applause]

Bruiser!

[laughing]

Weird.

Huh?

This morning, he was alive.

That guy?

Now he's dead.

Just hard to make sense of it.

We should be part of it.

Jacko.

Mmm.

We're so f***ing delicate people.

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