Kidulthood Page #4

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- Yeah?

Yeah.

Come here.

Well, I gotta go home.

I'll see you tonight, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

all right, take care, yeah.

Coke head baby.

Whatever, man,

it'll be gone soon.

God, I ain't changing

no f***ing nappies for it.

Look, yeah, there's an abortion clinic

number here, do you wanna bell it?

Not now, man. Not today.

Look, can I use your toilet?

Are you gonna do a sh*t?

Because if you are, then, no.

That's loose, man, I don't do that

in other people's houses.

Well, hurry up, we need to get

the money for the garms.

Yeah, she's banged up, babes.

Yeah.

All right, see you soon.

- Who was that?

- My man.

- Listen, lads, where you off to?

- Oxford Street, man.

Well, why don't you walk?

It's only down the road.

Because we wanted

to catch a cab, man.

Why don't you shut your mouth

and mind your own business, blood?

Well, to be honest might have

to drop you off at Marble Arch...

- because the traffic's...

- What's wrong with you?

Yeah, man, yeah, Trfe

and them two lttle pussyholes.

Yeah, man, yeah. No, no, don't reach,

don't reach, I'm cool, yeah.

Listen I swear down, blood,

if I see them before you see...

I'm gonna bang them up.

I'm gonna bang them up.

I'm gonna bust their heads,

do you understand me?

Listen, if you eye them, yeah if you

see them, you just ding me, yeah.

- Can we go and get something to eat?

- No, I don't wanna look fat for Mark.

- But I'm starving, though.

- We'll get a pizza when we get to his.

- Cheers, mate.

- That's nine pound twenty, mate.

You know what, mate, I got passed

by five black cabs today.

- Well, that ain't my fault, mate.

- Just because I'm black.

Ain't that ironic, though, like?

Black cab don't take black man.

- So, what's your point?

- My point is that...

it becomes a vicious circle.

- Well, what's that mean?

- It means...

Come back!

- Come on.

- You little black bastard!

Now I'm hungry.

Why did you bring me here again?

We give him some dope and he gives us

money for our dresses.

Can we get it and go, please,

because I'm really tired...

of listening to you two f***.

Look...

I didn't know he was gonna be so old.

He's twenty-eight. He's an actor.

That's almost twice our age.

I know, but he thinks I'm eighteen,

though, so...

You were good, baby.

You lot want anything else?

No.

Hang on, hang on,

I thought she was pregnant?

Yeah, she is right now,

but she's getting rid of it.

- Go on, Lis, it's good.

- Okay.

So how much do you want for all this?

Three hundred?

Yeah.

All right, I'll go get it.

Right, I'll be back

in a minute, yeah?

So, you like what you see, huh?

No.

So what do you

come upstairs for then?

- I wanted to see if she was all right.

- She was f***ing great.

- I bet you are as well.

- F*** off!

You're sick.

- You know she's only fifteen?

- Yeah, of course I do.

I found her student card.

She thinks

it's her little secret.

Do you know

what my little secret is?

Go on, have a guess.

I'm a f***ing bastard.

You know, I've never f***ed

a pregnant girl before...

but, with you,

I think I'd make the exception.

How about you f*** yourself?

You should take the chance

while you can, you little slag.

- What did you just call me?

- I called you a f***ing little slag...

because you're fifteen years old

and you're pregnant.

Probably some little black fellow

who hasn't hung around.

But that's cool,

because I like you.

So when you've decided

to dump it...

why don't you come back

and see me?

You won't have to get jealous of me

f***ing your mate...

because I'll probably

f*** you too.

You know...

- you're not right about everything.

- What's that, then?

You're not a bastard...

you're a c*nt.

Right, ready for round two, baby?

Boy! This shop is heavy.

Good afternoon, sirs.

Can I help you?

- Yeah. Where are your hats, rude girl?

- Downstairs, sir.

- It's here?

- It's over there.

This is what you want, isn't?

What do you think?

You know what,

blood f*** that guard, man.

You know what,

can we kick, man?

I'm sure they've got better stuff

down the road anyway.

Hey!

Wait.

Come on, come on.

Come with me. Come on.

Get the f*** off me, man!

What you doing?

- You're in a lot of trouble, mate.

- For what?

- Stealing that hat.

- I had it on when I come in, man.

- What's he taken?

- The cap.

He had it on

when we came in, bro.

Hey, pipe down, please.

And I'm not your bro.

Oi, f*** off, blood, about pipe down.

Get off me, man!

Listen, I told you,

I f***ing had that when I come in.

- Don't swear at me.

- And what the f*** you gonna do?

You better watch it,

the police have been called.

Hey, call them, man.

I don't give a f***.

I'll tell them, too.

I had the hat when I come in.

Hey, check your cameras, man.

Nisha, would you call

the police, please.

This young man has taken this hat

and is now causing a commotion.

- Is that all he's taken?

- Yeah.

But he was wearing that cap

when he came in.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, because I greeted him.

Thank you!

- I'm not sure that he was.

- I am sure. Sorry.

Move out the f***ing way

and let us out, man! Yo, blood.

- Are you gonna f***ing apologise, coz?

- Just leave, please.

- Hey, hold up, man.

- What?

Do you know what?

You want your hat so much, take it.

F***ing prick!

I'm stinging. Were you watching?

I bet you could hear, isn't it?

So, three hundred squids, yeah, babes.

We'll split it down the mids.

You got shoes, right?

We can't be looking like no tramps.

Yeah.

You are looking forward

to tonight, yeah?

I don't know, yeah, probably.

What's the matter, then?

You look like someone just...

Exactly. Look,

I've been thinking about stuff.

Me like this,

Katie killing herself.

I mean, that is why

we got the day off.

I don't know, maybe

we shouldn't go to the party.

What?

I don't know.

It's like, it's weird. It's strange.

She was so tall and pretty...

I wish I was that tall.

You know, I reckon

she could have been a model.

I knew she was troubled, but...

I never thought it was that bad

that she'd have to kill herself.

Well, it's done now.

Nothing we can do.

- I could have stuck up for her.

- So why didn't you?

I don't know.

Well, she's dead now.

Get over it. I am.

Don't you ever think about anything

but yourself?

Yeah.

Clothes, shoes, money, sex.

Wait, sex involves me

though, don't it?

Do you think Moony likes me?

- I don't know.

- He's so fine.

I won't f*** him

unless he eats me out.

- Do you think he will?

- I don't know.

So when you gonna get rid

of this baby?

- Lis?

- Just leave it, Becky, yeah?

Saint Martin Girls.

What you lot saying?

Oi, do you hear about that big bird

girl that committed suicide?

Proper sensitive, isn't it?

She got so upset.

We was only joking with her.

- Didn't look like a joke.

- Lis, shush.

She just got a bit feisty, that's all.

She needed a little bit of slapping.

But we was only playing with her.

We never meant her to slit her wrists.

- She hung herself.

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