Kidulthood Page #8

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We can work something out,

I swear to you.

F***...

- Sam, man, f***ing hell, what you doing?

- Shut the f*** up!

Moony! Jay, look, Sam's beating up

Trife outside, right now!

- So, what, are you gonna back us or what?

- No, he's your mate, blood.

You p*ssy!

You must have lost

your f***ing mind f***ing with me.

We can work something, I swear to you.

Hey, Jay, don't, man.

Hey, blood,

get the f*** off him, man.

I'm sorry.

Come on then... Come, come.

Hey, low it, man, low it.

Yeah, you are.

You wanna disrespect my mum?

You wanna f*** my girl?

You're not f***ing real,

blood, you hear me?

Stay down!

All you f***ing pussyholes, yeah.

Any of you f*** with me, this is what

you get, you understand, blood?

Just leave us alone, Sam.

Everyone knows

you never f***ed me.

What are you gonna do,

beat us all up?

Who'd wanna f*** you anyway?

Look at you.

- Shut up.

- Suck my dick, you f***ing b*tch.

Hey, don't f***ing touch her!

F*** you! You f***ing prick.

F***ing d*ckhead.

Trife, get off him, please.

I thought you were gonna change?

Listen to your b*tch, Trevor.

Trife, Trife, man!

Something's wrong with Trife!

Are you all right, blood?

Someone call an ambulance, man.

Hey, pussyhole!

Blood. Blood, low it, man,

Trife's hurt.

Low it. He's bleeding.

It's gonna be all right, coz?

- Call a f***ing ambulance!

- I've already called one.

What you gonna do, blood?

What you gonna do?

Sh*t!

Who the f*** is Sam? Hey, you better

tell me who the f*** Sam is, now, man!

You better start f***ing talking

because I know he's f***ing here!

Who the f*** is Sam?

Baby, baby, listen...

we'll go out on the weekend, yeah?

Me and you, we'll do something nice.

Tell me now!

Blood... Sam's not here,

you know, he's not here.

He's Sam!

What the f*** you talking about,

you fat b*tch? Just...

I don't know who you are, coz,

I don't know.

Do you know

my little sister Katie?

- Oh, sh*t, it's really bad.

- Oh, f***.

Trife, you're gonna be all right,

though, coz.

Better shut the f*** up, man.

Shut up!

- Get down on your f***ing knees, man.

- No, come on, bruv.

Get down on your f***ing knees now.

Put your head on the stone. F***ing cry!

See, man look at this,

look at this sh*t.

I f***ing found this sh*t yesterday,

look at this sh*t.

Sam says he's gonna f***ing kill me,

so I'm gonna save them all the trouble.

I'm not even... f***...

I'm not even scared any more.

Anything's better than here.

And it f***ing goes on, you c*nt.

She was f***ing fifteen, man.

- She was f***ing fifteen.

- I never done nothing to her, blood.

Give me one f***ing good reason why

I shouldn't f***ing blow your head off.

You give me one.

Why you shouldn't die.

Give me one f***ing reason

why you shouldn't die!

Because he's not worth it.

Baby, baby, it's really bad!

Oh, f***. Trife!

He's stopped breathing! What?

Man, where's the doctor?

Trife? Trife?

Let's go, blood, feds.

Come on.

- Pussyhole!

- You're the pussyhole, man.

- No, blood. No, blood, blood.

- I beg you, please!

- F***! F***!

- Come on, let's go!

Sh*t, man. F***ing hell, Derek.

F***! Come on.

No, man.

What the f*** are you lot

doing, man? F*** off!

F*** you,

you didn't do sh*t to help, man.

F*** off and leave him, blood, man.

Why you around watching now?

None of you did sh*t to help, man.

F*** you lot...

Get off me, blood.

Get the f*** off me, blood!

Get off me, man.

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