Neds Page #6

- Not long. Be away again tomorrow.

- Where you going?

- F***ing off to London. Then Spain.

- Spain?

- Aye, Spain.

I need to get away

from everything, man.

- Benny?

- What is it?

You coming back?

Look, wee man,

I'm going to sleep now, right?

This is McGill.

Keep an eye on him.

- This is his last chance.

- Aye.

Take a seat.

John!

John? John!

Are you in this class?

F***ing brilliant.

Sir, what page are we on?

Sir?

- You choose.

- He's f***ing class.

- it's a beauty.

- Let's have a wee look.

Look at that.

Lovely, man.

Hey, wee man. Wait there.

I want to f***ing see you jump.

Look, do you understand? Jump.

Up and down.

That's it. Do you want this f***ing

through you? Do you?

Well, f***ing jump then.

I didn't say stop.

That's a good boy. And again.

And again.

That's it, keep jumping

till I say stop.

Going to f***ing do it or what?

Put that between his f***ing eyes.

- You're doing my f***ing nut in.

- I'll f***ing do it.

I'm doing it! F***!

Did I f***ing say stop?

I've told you about that shop.

We need to f***ing get there.

- it's f***ing shutting soon.

- I know when it f***ing shuts.

Nice one. Let's f***ing go.

Let's get out of here.

You're f***ing dead next time.

I'll go.

it's Benjamin on the phone.

Okay, I'll be one second.

That's Benjamin on the phone.

I'm just going to pop next door. Okay?

Elizabeth...

Cover your ears.

Finish me.

Come back when I'm asleep.

- What the f***?

- F***!

Fifey! Fifey!

Hey, get the f*** away!

Do you know what

you've let yourself in for?

Think you can just f***ing walk in here

and walk back out again?

We'll f***ing kill you!

Think you're f***ing tough cos

you walk round with those blades?

Next time I see you,

you're f***ing dead!

- You're f***ing dead!

- Then kill me!

You're f***ing dead, man!

He's in some state.

Next time you come back without them.

Kill me! DO it!

F***ing come on! Do it!

Come on!

- F***ing murder him, Casper!

- Let's f***ing do it! Come on!

You're f***ing dead!

Come on, you f***ing clown!

You're f***ing dead, you daftie!

See what you done to Fifey,

you're gonna get it!

There you go.

Young Krew! F***ing get on!

Take him down!

F***ing kill him!

F*** you! F*** you!

F***ing arsehole!

Aargh! What the f***?

John!

John? John? Get him up.

- Get up.

- Get up, mate.

What the f*** you playing at?

We f***ing backed you up.

You've completely f***ing lost it,

mate.

- He's not right in the head.

- C*nt's f***ing dangerous, man.

That's not school-issue, McGill.

I'm confiscating that.

What do youse think you're doing?

Get back in the van!

There's lions round here!

Calm down. I'm not gonna

f***ing touch your lions.

- How many of youse are there?

- Eh?

- How many of youse are there?

- Eight in total.

- I've only got room for six. Hurry up.

- Should you not stay with the bus?

You stay with the bus,

I'm going with f***ing Daktari here.

Right. McGill and Brown,

you stay here.

The rest of you,

get in this man's van. Come on.

They're not coming back for us.

Come on.

What you doing?

Beat it, f***'s sake.

F*** off, man!

Come on.

- No.

- Hurry up.

Look, f***ing move, man.

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