Cruel Summer Page #2

- What, so the police just let

him go?

There was no evidence or--

- F***ing hell.

I don't know all the details,

do I?

But it was definitely him.

- Yeah, yeah and now,

me f***ing sister is terrified

of going back to school.

So we're just gonna scare

him a little bit, you know,

sort him out, right?

- Yeah.

Make sure he don't go back to

the school again, you know?

What're you saying?

Come with us.

- Oh, f*** it,

I've got sh*t to do.

- Got sh*t to do, have ya, yeah?

What if it's your sister

next time, eh?

Your little sister.

And you had the chance to

finish it and you didn't.

Eh?

So I'll ask you again.

What're you saying?

- F*** it, alright.

(moody atmospheric music)

(knocks)

(bangs)

- Hello.

- Alright, Mrs. Evans?

We're looking for Danny,

is he home?

- [Mrs. Evans] No, sorry.

- You wouldn't happen to

know where he is, would ya?

Sorry, we're mates from school.

We're supposed to be

meeting him.

- He's out camping, he's

doing his DOE Award.

- Of course, yeah, so

we've missed him then.

It's just he was looking

to borrow some equipment,

that's all, never mind.

- [Mrs. Evans] Well I

think he has everything.

He's even taken his dad's

fishing rod.

- Right so he'll be going down

fishing by the river will he?

- Maybe.

Something like that, anyway.

Also, try the arcade.

He might have stopped off there,

too.

- Well, if we've missed him,

not to worry.

Just let him know we called,

we'll see him soon, yeah?

- [Mrs. Evans] Have you tried

his mobile?

- We ain't got his number.

- [Mrs. Evans] Well I can

give it to you if you want.

- Listen, it's fine.

We'll find him.

Cheers.

- If he's thrown all his

money on those machines,

give him a clip from me, okay?

- Yeah, we will.

- Bye, Mrs. Evans,

have a lovely weekend.

Ah, ain't she lovely?

(moody atmospheric music)

- Do you think she knows?

- Knows what?

- That her son's a

kiddie-fiddler.

- Of course she f***in' knows.

Why do you think she don't want

him going round the arcades?

- That is f***ing crazy.

Would have thought she kept him

locked up.

- Yeah well, let's hope we find

him first,

before he finds some

little girl.

- How are we gonna get to him

if we don't know where he is?

Could be f***ing anywhere.

- Did you not just hear what his

mom said?

He's gone fishing.

So he's either gonna be

at the river or the lake.

- That's f***ing miles away

and I ain't got no money.

- Right, so we'll go the arcade,

and if we don't find him,

we'll take it from there.

F***.

- Alright.

F***ing hell.

(peaceful atmospheric music)

Alright, mate?

- Alright, mate, 10 crismers

and a bottle of rum, please.

- [Cashier] Yeah, I just need

to see your ID, please, mate.

- [Nick] Are you taking the

piss? I look older than you.

- [Cashier] Yeah, Challenge 25,

you know?

- [Nick] You what?

- Like, if you look under

25, I need to see your ID.

- F***ing hell, here.

(sighs)

That's a provisional that,

mate, you've gotta take that.

- No, I don't.

I can refuse whoever I want

and if you're gonna show me

a driving license, then

I need to see a full one.

- [Nick] Yeah but you've served

me in here before with that.

- No, I didn't.

Look, it's not gonna happen,

mate.

Hey!

- [Julia] Knob!

(moody electronic music)

I hang around with fiends

selling powdered dreams

Yeah

Yo

Man, I hang around with

fiends selling powdered dreams

Laying down to sleep, it

clicks in and they now believe

Paint lines depicting

victory in strange times

Dreams are unreal and

real at the same time

So I never sleep with the

light on

Embrace that energy that they

hide from

Python's tight grip, wide

fist, life is just a trip

I wanna make the most while I

still can

Real badly seeking

adrenaline

Feel bad never

reaping the benefits

Dumb head buried deep

in the elements

I remain in the flames

and the smoke

Twist around,

I change and evolve

You hung yourself with

that chain that you hold

Blistering heat that came from

the cold

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaker so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

Seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaking so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

(Nick coughs)

- So why'd you move down here

anyway, Cal?

- My old man was f***ing my

mom about, so, she decided

it was best to move down

here with my cousin and that.

- F*** it, sooner or later

parents split up anyway.

- You reckon?

- Mm, dead-right, mate.

I don't know one person round

here whose parents are still

together and it's always because

they shagged someone else.

- Coming from the kid whose

parents are proper loved up.

- [Nick] And who the f***

asked you?

- Don't listen to him, Cal.

He's just bitter 'cause he

got dumped.

- Did you get dumped, bro?

- Don't worry about it.

- Crying, he was.

- How the f*** was I crying?

Shut the f*** up.

- Pretty bad around Besret.

Parents wanted to move away

before they even split up.

- Why, how bad was it?

- Bad, bro.

Coming back from town on a bus,

literally a guy stabbed me for

no reason.

- F***ing hell,

no reason at all?

- No reason at all.

Reported it to the police, the

police said they thought it

might be gang related

but obviously, who knows?

- Yeah but that could

happen anywhere, mate.

- Does it f***, bro, that

sh*t don't happen in Cotswold.

That's why I wanna go

to university.

Bring my kids up in a nice area.

F*** living around there.

- Uni?

You ain't goin' to uni,

none of us are.

- [Nick] Yeah, innit,

good luck with that.

- [Calvin] Speak for yourselves,

mate.

- Look, your parents are as

broke as mine.

Can your dad afford

the fees, can your mom?

- [Calvin] No, but you've

got ways around it.

You've got grants, funding.

- Are you for real?

Look, face it, uni is for

the posh twats, simple.

- Come on, I'm bored of this,

let's go.

- Let's start that, bro, let's

start that.

- Woo!

- Nah.

(coins clink)

- What the f*** are you doing?

I've been trying to win

on that all morning.

- Have ya, yeah?

Well why don't you try and

f***ing win it back, ya prick.

Here.

(coin clinks)

- [Teenager] It's not gonna

f***ing pay out now, is it?

- Right, I can't find that

mong anywhere but here you are.

I've got some cash, ah, ah.

One for you, one for you.

Back in a minute.

- [Lisa] What do you want, Nick?

- You f***ed a spastic.

- What?

- You heard me, you f***ed that

mong kid Danny f***ing Evans

or whatever his name is.

You told me you were a

virgin, you f***ing slag.

- [Lisa] Nick, you're f***ing

childish.

- Yeah, well now because of

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