Kidulthood Page #6

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If my man's even real.

You know what, blood, if he is real,

yeah, you better go to him, isn't it?

Because, blood, you ain't got no-one

no more, man. You ain't got Alisa.

You ain't got that sket no more.

And we ain't backing you no more.

Come, Moons, man.

Hey, who the f*** you chatting to, man?

Without me, you two ain't sh*t!

And Alisa, I can have her if I want,

but I don't need her.

I don't need pussyhole friends

like you, either.

Yeah, you keep telling

yourself that, blood.

Remember, we might call you Trife

but your name's Trevor.

- Remember that, blood.

- Come, we jet, blood.

Claire, honey,

Sam's here to see you.

Thanks, Mrs. Parkinson.

I'll leave you kids to it.

- Where are they?

- Who?

Don't try to boy me off,

them three little pussyholes.

I don't know.

I'm only gonna ask you this

one more time.

- Where are they?

- I don't know.

Jeez.

Listen, yeah.

My mum nearly broke her arm.

You better start talking,

or I'm gonna bang you up, you hear me?

When we get to school, I'm gonna tell

everyone what a rubbish f*** you are.

And how bad you smell.

If you know what I'm saying.

Please, don't, I really don't know

where they are.

All I know is that they're going to

that party tonight.

That's where they're gonna be.

So why weren't I invited?

Because no-one

that's going likes you.

Sam, stop, please.

I'm sorry.

Claire?

Claire, baby, are you all right?

Yeah, mum, I'm fine.

Me and Sam are just talking.

Okay.

Use a condom,

sweetheart.

That brings me

to my next question.

Whose girl are you?

Because I don't even know

why I bother with you.

You're ugly, you're a sh*t f***, and

you're with me, like sixth-form top boy.

If it weren't for me,

who would even look at you?

I don't know.

- Why did you sleep with Alisa?

- Why'd you f*** that f***ing Jay?

In my drum as well!

I don't know. I'm sorry.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's just... I do everything you want,

whenever you want me to.

So why are you mean to me

and all that? I don't understand.

Come here.

Okay, so Plaza, yeah?

In an hour.

- All right, then. Bye.

- Right, see you then. Bye.

Come f*** on, man.

Look, what you need is

some retail therapy, yeah?

Alisa says to meet her in the cafe thing

downstairs in one hour.

What, did you tell her

that Trife ain't here?

No.

Are you a fool or something,

blood?

You don't think she really wants

to chat to you, do you?

I don't know.

You know, f*** it isn't it, I'll tell her,

I'll give her a piece of my mind, man.

You get me?

Oh my God, that dress looks dark

on you. Is that the one you want?

Yeah, I think so.

Well, I got all these.

I can't make my mind up.

We are gonna be the hottest girls

there tonight.

Everyone else is gonna look like

tramps compared to us.

Hi, madam, can I help?

Is that the dress you like?

- Yeah.

- It looks great on you.

Well, if you pull your

hair back like this...

it will accentuate

your fabulous figure.

- Thank you.

- Nice figure?

Not for long.

She's knocked up.

Congratulations.

My wife is pregnant.

- Wife? I thought you were a batty man.

- Excuse me?

- Ain't you gay?

- No.

- There's nothing wrong with it.

- I know, I'm just saying.

- All right, calm down, Yankee.

- I'm Canadian.

- Same thing.

- Excuse me, how much is this one?

This one is a hundred

and thirty pounds.

Becks?

Well, I want this one.

How much is it?

This one is two hundred

and ten pounds.

Lis, can you not find another one?

I really want this one.

- We've got three hundred between us.

- Yeah, and you said you'd split it.

Look, who got the money?

I'm doing you a favour

in the first place by getting you one.

Come on, soon you'll have

a big fat belly anyway.

You won't be able to wear it.

You've still got ninety quid.

I'm sure you can get something nice.

Don't worry, honey.

I'll find you something to make

you look even more fabulous.

- Trevor?

- Yeah.

He'll be with you in a sec.

You're a handsome one,

aren't you?

Trevor.

- What happen?

- You told me to reach.

Debbie look after you?

Yeah.

Come.

Me like the work you did

on that thing.

This...

is for you.

See, I told you I would, man.

If you want me to do

anything else, I'm...

Just cool yourself, man.

What's that?

Heroin.

- You want some?

- I'm cool, man.

Go on...

take some.

You grow fast, man.

Anyway...

me like the work

you did on the gun.

- It's easy, I can...

- Don't speak, just listen.

You know...

all you need in this world

is money...

and if you know how to get it,

you laughing.

- You seen that nice TV in my front room?

- Yeah.

You got one? No? But you'd like one,

of course you would.

Curtis, I've got Keith

on the phone. He wants you to...

Tell him that I talk to my nephew.

Tell him wait.

But he's already on the phone.

He says he's...

Me said tell him wait.

Anyway...

why you don't come work for,

with me?

Trust me, I want to, man.

F***ing had enough of everything else.

- So, what do you want me to do?

- Just a few little things.

That sounds like something

you can do?

Sounds live, man.

I'm there.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Me did sell the last

of the bad guns to some youth.

Me have more of the replicas

for you to drill in the back.

In the meantime...

you did so well with this one

that me think you should have it.

- So where is he?

- I told you.

When he switched, yeah,

we just kicked out and left him, man.

And don't bother trying to call him,

because his phone's off.

Look, I really need

to speak to him.

Listen up, everybody.

Me say listen up.

This is my nephew Trevor.

Real family member that will be joining

our family from now on...

so, treat him nice.

What going on, bro?

What's up with this baby sh*t, man?

Is this true or something?

Of course it's true.

Who's gonna lie about being pregnant?

- Nuff people, man.

- Well, I'm not lying.

All you do is lie.

And now you've been caught out, you're

trying to drag Trife back into this.

Try and f*** up his life,

isn't it?

Look, I think I should be speaking

to him about this, not you.

You are talking to me.

And what exactly

are you gonna say to him?

"I'm sorry, Trife I f***ed another guy

while I was with you."

Because it don't matter

because he knows now.

I'm gonna tell him the truth.

Listen, Trevor.

Come, I want you to handle

something for me.

You're bad, isn't it?

You behave yourselves, yeah?

Anything?

You see, this is the reason

me want you to come work for me.

- Curtis.

- Shut up!

You see this f***er?

Him take my property,

but my money never come back.

Where the f*** is my money,

n*gger?

I can get it for you, man.

It's at my place. I told you

I was gonna bring it round later today.

Hey, shut your mouth, blood.

If he wanted it when you decided to

bring it and not when he asked for it...

you wouldn't be tied

to a f***ing table, would you?

What are you waiting for?

I'm sorry.

Please, I'm sorry.

You know what, boy?

I want you

to get my money today.

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