Kidulthood Page #2

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take it back, we'll sort it out tomorrow.

Cool. Cool.

You sure?

Go on.

Cool. Cheers, man.

- See you tomorrow.

- Cool, man. Cheers.

I think she's being bullied

at school.

- Did she say that?

- No. But...

Well, don't worry about it.

She's a bright kid, she'd tell us.

Have you seen

my address book anywhere?

Don't worry about it?

What sort of thing is that to say?

Aren't you worried about

your own daughter?

Have you asked her?

There you go.

She's fine.

Lenny, could you get your sister

to turn that sh*t off, please.

- It's been playing for ages.

- Doesn't bother me.

Fine.

Katie! Katie!

Katie! Katie!

Kate!

We are number one for hp-hop

and n London.

And around the country, Sky Dgtal,

Telewest and Dgtal DAB Rado.

Blly-Bob Thornton,

Angelna Jole's ex-husband...

has sad that she's not

that good n bed.

Hey, mum, I got it, yeah.

- What go on, coz?

- Yes, blood.

- What's happening, man?

- Like the trim still, man.

- Hey, what you want, though?

- Hey, come say hello to my mum, blood.

- Morning, Jason.

- Morning, Mrs. Hector.

I hope you two boys use this day

to remember that poor girl...

and not for foolishness.

- Yes, mum.

- Course, Mrs. Hector.

Go on.

That's right, blood,

do what your mum says.

Shut up, man.

Yeah, blood...

school called here this morning.

Told my mum the whole year

had the day off.

- This is proper sad, man.

- I know, man.

I was just about to leave my yard,

like had my uniform on and everything.

Listen, blood, Sam and them girls

always picking on her.

Yeah, but Sam

troubles us too, blood...

and we ain't committing suicide

over it, are we?

If anyone should f***ing die,

it's him man.

Can't believe someone

I pressed is dead.

So why didn't you tell me

then, man?

She asked me

not to say nothing, isn't it.

Thought people would call her

sket and thing.

Plus her dad caught us...

Hey, you got a zoot?

No, I got a roll up, though.

Jacked it off my mum.

Spark that, man.

Blood, weird thing is, though...

her dad came by late last night.

That's how I found out

she was dead.

In her suicide note, she said

something about Sam troubling her.

- But I was always nice to her.

- A note?

Well, did she mention me?

I never see you chat to her

anyway, man.

Blood, don't watch

what I do, man.

You ain't always with me, and

you never knew I pressed her either.

You come like some secret agent

or something, man.

Let me have two draw

of that, man.

Hey, listen bell Moony.

I wanna duck out quick.

The whole day?

Don't lie, blood.

Yeah, I'll have

to take a cab still.

Moons, just hurry up though, man.

All right, bless.

- Hey, blood, you see Katie, yeah?

- Yeah.

Do you reckon

she would have banged me, like?

No, man.

Why not?

I think I'm buff.

Blood, I beg you,

play the f***ing game, man.

Oh, f***'s sake.

Hello?

- Yeah, who's that?

- It's me.

You didn't call me.

Did you hear?

Sad, isn't it?

- Look, what are you doing today?

- Gonna jam with Moons and Jay.

Might go up West End later.

Gotta check my uncle, why?

- No, just tell me now, man.

- I'd rather see you.

You don't need to see me,

you ain't my girl no more. What is it?

What the f*** do you mean

you're pregnant?

Oh, my days!

You can't be f***ing pregnant. I thought

you'd get the morning after pill?

It's not just up

to the girls, you know.

Yeah, of course I'm sure.

I've been taking tests all week.

Look...

I want us to get back together.

Later, f*** that.

After you f***ed Sam a few weeks ago?

Yeah, he told me he bare backed you.

That's even worse man.

- You never knew I knew that, did you?

- But we do know!

Hey, and don't bother trying

to explain, man.

You know what,

for all I know the baby's his.

Fact now that I think of it,

I know it is, and you know it too.

Yeah, blood, she's loose, man.

Cut her off, man.

What?

I slept with Katie last year.

Me and you weren't even together,

so f*** off!

Standard, blood. You get me. I told you

about that girl, man, she's a sket.

Pregnant, though.

It's a bit deep, still.

- So what you gonna do?

- I don't know, man.

F*** it, it can't be mine.

I just don't need

this sh*t today.

So what, can man's come

and reach your uncle with you, blood?

No, I think he wants

to see me alone, still.

So, what did he say?

He said he's going out.

And that f***ing Sam told him

we slept together.

So why didn't you tell him

what happened?

He didn't give me

a f***ing chance.

You know what, yeah,

f*** him and this f***ing baby.

- All right, girls?

- Mum, don't you knock?

Oi, none of your lip.

I know you're upset,

but that's no reason to be cheeky.

- Do you want a drink, Becky?

- No, thanks.

Right, I'm off to work.

Lis, I want you back by midnight.

- Oh, mum!

- One, then, on the dot.

And if you think you can't get back here

call your dad and he'll pick you up.

- All right?

- Okay.

Alis...

I know you're upset, but there's

nothing you could have done.

Now, I'm sad for

that other girl's parents...

but all that really matters

is that you're all right.

Are you all right?

I'm...

I'm fine.

Good.

See you later, darling.

- I love you, Lis.

- Love you.

Yo, D. Guess what, man,

I got the day off school.

And I'm going to that party

tonight as well.

Yeah, I know.

Your school belled a while ago.

Hi, Lenny.

I'm sorry about your sister, bro.

Tell your mate Trevor

I said thank you.

See you.

So, you gonna help me or what?

Yeah.

I still can't believe

Katie killed herself.

So, what do you wanna do?

You know what...

I wanna get f***ed up.

I wanna go shopping for tonight,

that'll make me feel better.

And if Trife don't want me,

I'm sure someone else will.

I meant about the baby.

Lose it, if I'm lucky.

Well, at least

you're thinking straight.

We've got the whole day off,

we might as well do something...

constructive with ourselves.

I know where we can score

some wicked draw.

I'd get so fat if I kept this.

Taxi!

What the f***, man?

What's f***ing taking him

so long, man?

Taxi!

F*** off!

F***ing hell, man!

Come on.

F***, man.

Look at this girl's p*ssy. Looks like

her guts are hanging out and sh*t.

Man, that's nasty, man.

I hate that sh*t, ugly p*ssy.

- Still poke it, though.

- No, that's not for me, star.

I won't f*** no girl, yeah,

unless she's got a DV?

DV?

Designer vagina, man.

Neat tucked in lips and sh*t.

It's the way forward, blood.

So, who's this guy again?

Rupert. I met him at some rave.

He gives me weed and sh*t for free.

Is it? Safe.

Finally.

Let's roll, man.

Yes, Jay, what's cooking, bruv?

- Yeah, like the trim, rude boy.

- Bye, mum.

- What took you so f***ing long, man?

- There weren't no cabs, isn't it.

I've been havng a good week, actually.

Come on n.

So, Rebecca,

who's your lovely friend?

- I'm Alisa.

- Alisa? What a pretty name.

Ladies, this is my friend

Hamish.

Hi.

Go and take a seat on the sofa, take

your coats off, make yourselves at home.

How much do you want this time?

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