Summer Page #3

He's got a learning problem.

Has he had psychiatric help?

He's not mental, he's just a bit slow.

OK.

What's up?

What are you staring at?

Nowt.

You're getting f***ing worse, you are.

Isn't it about time

for your happy pills?

Oh, yeah. Do you want a couple?

Yeah, f*** it. Why not?

# Don't you like the way I move

when you see me?

# Don't you like the things that I say?

- Here we are.

- Thanks.

- I've seen your ma.

- Yeah, she said.

Aye. Nice blather, cup of tea

and a biscuit. It was really nice.

Liar.

I think she may have mellowed

with age.

Not really. But then

you never were very popular.

No.

How's your hand?

It's alright.

I really wish you would have said

something to me.

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

It's really great to see you, Katy.

- I should have kept in touch.

- So should I.

- I did write.

- I know. My ma brought them.

You could have phoned me.

I did try and find you, you know,

once I got out.

They said you were away.

- Yeah. University.

- Right.

So how bad is Daz?

- Not so good.

- Well, that tells me everything.

Well, he's got a liver problem.

Loads of other stuff.

Is that because of the accident?

That and the drink.

But it's treatable?

Not really. Not any more.

Be with you in a minute.

I shouldn't have come, should I?

No, Katy, I wanted you to come.

- No, I shouldn't have come.

- You should have. I wanted you.

- No.

- Katy.

- Do you want the money?

- Wait a minute. Will you call me?

- You'll have to go back.

- Whatever.

- It won't heal right.

- Good.

Ow. Watch!

- What's up with you?

- Nowt.

- Why are you doing this?

- F***ing thing never worked anyway.

- My mum thinks you're mental.

- F***ing bollocks.

She's told me not to see you.

- She's always saying that.

- I mean it, Shaun.

She's on about moving

so I can go to Chesterfield Girls'.

Moving?

- She wants me to do A-levels.

- I bet she does.

She wants to get away.

- From what? Me?

- Yeah.

You're winding me up.

She means it. She says

you're violent, out of control.

I'm not f***ing violent.

Well, I'm not, am I?

- Only when you get angry.

- The f***ers shouldn't get me angry.

I'll tell Mam that.

I'm sure that'll change her mind.

You're not really going to go, are you?

I don't know.

Mam seems pretty serious.

We could get a flat.

What, with all that cash

you've been hiding from me?

You could still come and see me,

though.

Shauny!

Shaun!

- Shauny!

- What is it?

It's Daniel.

He's at the club. He's pissed.

So what else is new?

- Fetch him for us.

- I'm going to work.

Oh, come on, you've got time yet.

Won't take you long.

Cheers.

Have you seen our Daniel?

Not since I kicked the silly bugger out.

- What did he do?

- He tried to glass Dave Elliot's lad.

- Oh, f***!

- He's a chip off the old block.

Alright, Shaun?

Daniel?

Dan?

You alright, son?

Come on, Dan.

Come on, Daniel.

Jesus Christ.

Look at the state of you, eh?

Come on, Dan. Wake up, pal.

Wake up. Come on.

You alright?

Come here. Come here, come here.

Come here, come here.

Come here.

You stupid bugger. Aren't you?

Come on, son, we'll get you home.

Come on.

What happened to your shoe?

That's it, up you go.

That's it, I've got you.

It's not gonna work like this, pal.

Come here.

There we are.

You silly bugger.

What's all this I hear

about you fighting? Hey?

Tracy's taking the f***ing piss, mate.

Well, she's three weeks late.

You've not even had her top off yet.

It's not the top bit

that gets them pregnant.

- Did you not use nothing?

- No, I ran out.

I've got loads. You should have said.

You weren't f***ing there, were you?

- You are a stupid bastard, honestly.

- I don't care.

What's she doing?

She getting rid or what?

Don't know.

Come on, lads, you know

you're not meant to be here.

We're just looking.

Shaun, you're suspended.

In case you were wondering,

that means you don't come to school.

Daz needs the company.

Darren, you don't need to be here.

You're not doing any exams.

I'm doing girls' netball.

We've already called the police, Shaun.

I'm asking you reasonably,

please go home.

- We weren't even doing nothing.

- Thank you.

- Wanker.

- Very clever, Shaun.

You're a wanker!

... making it one of

our most lucky lottery numbers.

And the next ball is number 40.

That's come up twice

during the last month.

Number 37.

And the bonus ball, number 29.

That's the holiday off, then.

Told you we should have gone for 43.

The other five numbers

were just as f***ing wrong.

- I've a got a new one.

- Oh?

Serial number of the chair.

And 40. So congratulations

to all our winners tonight.

- You want some tea?

- Yeah, go on, then.

F*** off.

It's all f***ing shite.

Daz, do you want

some of this pork roll?

Daz, do you want some pork or what?

Stop f***ing about.

Daz?

Daz?

Hey.

Daz, for f***'s sake!

Shaun.

- How's he doing?

- He's not so good.

Thanks.

You might want to call his mother.

I already phoned her. She's in a taxi.

OK.

- Can I see him?

- Of course.

Hurry up.

Some f***er's gonna see us. Push!

F***ing get off my head,

you knob!

- Daz!

- What?

Come here.

What?

Sure that's how you spell "wankers"?

For f***'s sake, it starts

with a W. What more do you want?

You got a light?

What are you doing?

Mate, I'm burning my file.

Watch and observe.

Burn, you f***er. Yeah. Come on.

It'll burn better than that, though.

Give us that. I'll show you a fire.

What are you doing?

- It's not gonna burn.

- Bet you it will.

- It's got special paint on it.

- So?

Yeah, that means it's fireproof.

How do you know?

# Gilly told me in detention

What, fireproof?

Doesn't matter what you do,

it won't burn.

Oh, won't burn? Put it out.

- How am I supposed to put it out?

- F***ing do something.

F***ing twat. F***ing hell, Shaun!

- Shaun?

- Yes, mate?

I've had enough now.

I know.

Are you gonna stay this time?

I'm not going anywhere.

- What are you doing?

- Split up.

- F*** that!

- Just dump the bike and run.

I can't just f***ing dump my bike,

can I?

Shaun! Shaun!

Daz!

Daz! Daz!

- Shaun!

- Get the f*** off me!

- Stop it!

- Get the f*** off me! Bastard!

- Shaun!

- Get the f*** off!

- Get off him!

- Get off me!

Daz!

Shaun!

Give us a bit of that.

What's up?

I need to talk to you.

He's dead, then?

I'm sorry.

- You'd best come back.

- I'm staying out.

- Daniel.

- Don't f***ing matter now, does it?

He was a f***ing pisshead,

a f***ing waster.

He's dead.

Oh, God!

Oh, please, God!

Oh, God!

Hey, Shaun?

Daz?

Daz? It's me.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Are you alright, man?

Come on, you miserable f***er,

get up, man.

Come on, Shaun, seriously. Get up.

Shaun. F***ing... You stink, man.

You need a wash.

I ain't f***ing moving till you get up.

I'll see you later, then, yeah?

- Don't get hammered.

- No, Zoe won't let me.

Yeah.

- How is she? She alright?

- F***ing fantastic.

Seriously, Shaun,

you should see her tits, mate.

- Alright, youth?

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