Sweet Sixteen Page #4

Good idea.

Give me my f***ing gear,

you prick.

Hard man, eh,

you prick?

- Give us my f***ing gear.

- F*** you.

I'll be all right.

Give me my f***ing gear!

I'm telling you,

you f***ing stay back this time.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

Now f***ing stay down!

- F***ing d*ckhead.

- Arsehole.

- F***ing done my nose.

- I think my nose is broke.

- It's all right.

- He's broke mine, too.

Don't f***ing worry about it.

- Give me my f***ing gear.

- He's a f***ing nutter!

I'm gonna kill

this bastard.

- Give him the stuff.

- Give him f*** all.

Give us the f***ing gear!

You f*** off!

I'll f***ing have him!

You want that caravan,

don't you?

F***ing nuts, mate.

Nuts.

How many times

have I done this?

- Done what?

- This.

"Hey-ho, hey-ho,

orphan weans have to go."

Do you remember?

At the children's home?

"Where's your mummy?"

Remember you ran out

and you fought three big boys?

They all thought

you were brave.

But I didn't.

I was screaming

through the window.

And I heard

your arm snap.

When they let you go, you still

managed to laugh in their face.

You didn't fight them

because you were brave.

You fought them because you just

didn't care what happened to you.

That's what broke my heart.

It was just

another kicking for you.

How can you really care about us

if you don't care for yourself?

Turn around.

Turn around!

What am I supposed to tell

the wean in the morning?

You tripped?

Some junkie stole your fags

and nearly killed you?

All wee Calum's got in the whole world

is me and you.

Nobody else.

What happened to us

isn't gonna happen to him.

Never.

Over my dead body,

and I swear it.

I want peace

in this house.

Hi, Suzanne.

How are you doing?

You f***ing prick.

She said she sent me a text.

She wants a date with me.

- Don't talk shite.

- She f***ing does. She wants me.

You two better be

on your best f***ing behavior,

because we don't even

want you to be here.

Right, the bar's clear.

F***ing stand there.

Don't f***ing break anything.

Just f***ing stand in peace,

wee man.

Just f***ing

shut your mouth, son.

Stop f***ing ogling at the pool.

F***ing get your arse in line.

How are you,

gentlemen?

- I told you-- Al Capone.

- What did you say?

Say that again,

you wee fanny.

Al Capone.

Cheeky wee c*nt.

Give him a cold shower.

Hey, hold on.

He's nothing to do with it.

I'm the one you want.

I organized everything.

- Sit down.

- What are you gonna do to him?

F*** him.

Sit down.

Show me your arms.

Do it.

- Aye, he's clean.

- Good.

- How old are you?

- 15.

Who supplied you?

Are you afraid

we'll shop you?

I don't do that.

Ever.

I don't need to.

I do need to know

who supplied you, though.

Do you know why

I'm asking you that?

- In case somebody else tries to muscle in.

- Is that the case?

I stole it from Stan.

Stan Irvine?

Aye, he's going out

with my mum.

I knew he stashed it in

with the dogs, so I stole it.

And my granddad's teeth.

Could be true.

He's blaming a bent cop.

It is true.

I set him up.

I only phoned

the police to cover me.

Stan's not the sharpest.

So you thought we were gonna tell him

and you were gonna take a tanking?

He doesn't bother me.

But he might take it out on my mum.

That's some chance,

wee man.

You stay away

from our f***ing shops.

Especially Big Jay Ellis's.

Now you might be

a breath of fresh air, kid,

but there's a lot of f***ing wasters

out there trying my patience.

Do you know

what initiative is, kid?

Laughing at your boss's jokes?

We might just get on.

Give me my f***ing trainers.

Next time, you'll be leaving here

with two broken legs.

Get to f***!

You're getting no trainers.

- F***'s sake. I'm f***ing freezing.

- Couldn't keep it shut, could you?

- Give me your jacket.

- F*** off. You'll get it wringing.

- Look at the stare of you.

- F*** you.

Look, there's your f***ing pal.

I'm gonna f***ing get him back.

It looks like it too,

you f***ing idiot.

If we prove we can do this,

and that's a big f***ing "if,"

he's gonna give us

a regular supply.

The more we sell, the bigger the cut.

Just like a business.

See, they want reliable dealers,

no f***ing junkies that are using

more than they're selling.

What's wrong

with what we're selling now?

What happens when it runs out?

Where are we gonna get the gear from?

How do we know

it's not shite?

- The guy's cool, man.

- No, he's a c*nt.

You saw the health club.

He's a f***ing different class.

And then he'll do you on

just like that. Trust me.

Who cares?

All we need is a couple of months.

Stick together, no f***ing about,

and we're rolling in it.

What happens

to me and you?

We do it together, don't we?

A f***ing partnership.

- I don't trust him.

- We can learn from this guy.

Yeah, learn to arse lick.

Look, f***ing make up your mind

or I'll find somebody else, right?

Do you wanna end up a waster

like your old man?

Or do you want

to do something?

- Have a chip.

- F*** off. He's still a c*nt.

A rich c*nt.

So, what's next, then?

I tell you,

we've gotta prove ourselves.

We've gotta sell more

than anybody else without getting caught.

We've gotta move fast,

that's the secret.

- I can get a f***ing motor, no problem.

- Too flash.

I've f***ing got it.

What?

Tell me.

Gonna f***ing tell me?

Mopeds.

I'll be back

in two minutes.

You'd better be, because I've got

another delivery to do.

Better hurry up, all right?

- A tenner.

- Right.

It's brilliant stuff,

I'm telling you.

Have you got a phone number

so I can contact you?

Where is he, man?

- Hurry up.

- I'll be back in two minutes.

F***'s sake, man.

A bit of speed,

come on.

Second left,

then first right.

- F*** off. I've not got time for a detour.

- F***ing hurry up. We need to take this.

- I'm not f***ing doing it.

- I mean it.

Hello, Nighttime?

This is f***ing ridiculous, by the way.

This c*nt's taking his time.

I've been out 20 minutes

and only delivered one pizza.

He's here.

I need to go.

F***ing move!

F***'s sake.

- I told you two minutes.

- You've been up there f***ing five.

F***ing hurry up.

Move!

F***'s sake.

F***ing arsehole.

Calm down, man.

It's not my fault and I'll tell you now,

this is f***ing bad for business.

Yeah, and I've got pizzas here

f***ing freezing.

F***'s sake.

If you drove half as much as you talk,

we might get somewhere.

F***, f***, f***.

For f***'s sake,

where have you been?

Sorry if it's caused

any inconvenience.

An hour and a half. I f***ing phoned

for that a f***ing hour and a half ago.

- I had transport difficulties.

- I'm trying to go for a pint

and f***ing only want a pizza. You could

have got one from Italy quicker.

- I got held up.

- You think you're Dick Turpin or what?

- Sorry, mate.

- Hope it's the right f***ing pizza.

And it's f***ing freezing. You know

what you can do with your f***ing pizza?

Stick it right up your arse

and that will heat it up a wee bit.

Now f*** off

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