Sweet Sixteen Page #5

out of my sight.

- What is this? Funghi or Hawaii?

- Funghi.

No bother.

I can't read your writing.

Where have you been?

- Calm down, man.

- There're 16 orders here not been done.

Have a word with him.

He takes ages.

- We took a wee detour.

- Where, Western Europe?

F***'s sake,

we've got a reputation to protect--

the slickest,

the fastest--

and all destroyed

in one night.

- How much in tips do you make a night?

- That's nothing to do with you.

Before I came on board, how much in tips

did you make a night?

Five, six quid,

it all depends.

That's f***ing pish.

Do you want your money or not?

Come here.

Plenty more where that came from

for you both if you stop f***ing greeting.

- Is that for me?

- And him.

We can make a compromise

if it works like this.

He's all happy now.

He's f***ing shut up now.

- You cut that gear yet?

- No, I'll do it a bit later.

Sitting there on your lazy arse.

Go and get the gear cut.

Don't talk about lazy arse.

I've been in here before f***ing you.

Exactly. Go get the f***ing gear cut.

What are you doing here?

- I'll cut it later.

- Better be cut tonight, by the way.

Get out!

Get out!

F***'s sake.

Oh, look, my wee brother's

all grown up.

He's turning into a man.

What a man gotta do

for a bit of privacy?

What are you shaving, son?

F***ing look at that.

It's not funny.

You missed a bit.

Get out!

- Don't you want me to do it for you?

- Get out!

I'm being serious.

Do you want me to help you?

I'm serious. Get out!

Did you ask

what they wanted us for?

Just said be there

for half 9:
00.

- Are you worried?

- No, we're all right.

Did they sound f***ing nervous

or angry or something?

What have they gotta be angry about?

We're f***ing doing good business.

F***ing raking it in.

Just be cool, my man.

They're on time anyway.

Just play it cool, right?

Hi, Jack.

Hi, Tony.

- Where do you think you're going?

- What are you f***ing doing?

- What are you f***ing doing?

- See you later, son.

Liam, come on-- f***!

Tony, what's going on, man?

F***'s sake, man.

Liam!

Come on-- f***.

F***ing hell!

F***'s sake.

You wanna dump

that wee prick.

That's my best pal

you're talking about.

If you want to go anywhere,

drop him.

He's right, Liam.

Listen to Tony.

Do you know this man?

- Aye, Scullion.

- Scullion.

- Be sure to remember his face, okay?

- Yeah.

Hello, Maureen.

Hi, it's Tony.

We'll be there in a minute.

Just wait at the back door, okay?

See that door?

Maureen's the barmaid.

She'll let you in.

She'll have something

for you.

Scullion's in there

with his team.

You wait 'til he's half pissed

and goes for a slash.

You follow him into the bog.

We'll make sure nobody gets in.

He's not gonna expect nothing

from you. Okay?

- Okay what?

- You're gonna do him in.

- You mean, kill him?

- Aye.

You're doing him,

wee man.

You're in with the big boys now, son.

Off you go, son.

You Okay?

Good.

If you'd just like

to come through here.

Listen, the bar's through here.

Your guy's out there,

just sitting over there at the bar.

The toilet is through there.

Have you got that?

I've got something

for you.

I'll be through

at the bar,

and I'll let you know

when he's coming through, okay?

See you soon.

Liam.

He's gone now.

Put it down!

It's all right, big man.

Nearly had my f***ing

knackers off there.

You've got balls, son.

You're one of the team.

You're all right,

you're all right.

F***ing bastards.

I thought you were after

my f***ing tadger, son.

Liam, see that?

You can f***ing keep that.

Because you done

f***ing brilliant!

Get this boy

a f***ing drink!

Chantelle, what did you bring?

Did you bring sconies?

What do you normally take

to a picnic?

- Did you bring juice?

- Aye.

- Hands off. You're not getting any.

- I'm dying of thirst here.

That's for the picnic.

- What's she like?

- Tell him, Calum.

You're not getting any

'til we go to the picnic.

What happened?

Liam, what's happened?

I want to go over

and see what's happened.

- Just you stand there.

- What happened, Liam?

- What's he doing?

- I don't know.

Don't go in there,

Uncle Liam!

Don't!

Who would have

done this to you?

You stand there

with Suzanne.

You've upset the wean.

Come out.

I'll f***ing kill him.

Open this f***ing door, Stan!

You're f***ing dead!

Get out here!

- Piss off!

- Open the f***ing door!

He's not f***ing here.

Get him f***ing here,

you old bastard!

- F*** off, you stupid wee c*nt!

- Tell him to get f***ing out here!

He's not f***ing here.

Hey, you, f*** off.

Away back

to your wee hovel.

You old c*nt. Tell him when I get

my hands on him, he's f***ing dead.

F***ing shut it.

What? Put your teeth

in your gummy old f***er.

Shut up.

You just try that.

You f***ing try it

and I'll come down there.

F*** off.

You f***ing dare!

You dare!

See you, you c*nt.

You stupid wee

f***ing boy you!

See you,

you monkey wee c*nt.

You f***ing wait

'til I get a hold of you.

You stupid

wee f***ing arsehole!

You just wait

'til I get a hold of you!

You skinny wee c*nt you!

A f***ing mess

you've made here!

No, I am all right, Mum.

We're just gonna stay in with Liam,

me and Chantelle.

He's just had a little bit

of bother today.

Nothing, don't worry about it.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

Mum, it's all right, don't panic.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

I'm fine, Mum, aye.

I don't need my pajamas,

I'll get some of Chantelle's.

- Is that all right?

- I've nothing clean.

You'll need

to get some of Liam's.

It's shut.

The doors are already locked.

Bye, Mum.

She's a pure

little bletherer.

Sounds all right.

She's a pure nightmare.

They'd better stop

that noise out there.

They're gonna wake

that wean up.

Who is it, Liam?

- Douglas.

- Who?

- F*** me.

- Who's Douglas?

Nobody.

The pair of you, stay in here.

You'd better not be

causing trouble in my home.

Who is it?

Douglas' car, wee man.

Who's got it? Pinball's got it.

I told you

I'd get revenge on the prick.

- What the f*** are you all about?

- F***ing magic.

Are you f***ing stupid?

F*** off,

you f***ing brown-nose.

Do you know

what you've f***ing done?

We're f***ing dead

if you don't take this back.

What are you talking about "we"?

You and me are no more.

- You're a f***ing idiot.

- We'll f***ing see.

Do you know who he is?

You're a daft wee f***ing boy.

- F*** off. I'm out of here.

- F***ing hold on!

Am I f***.

Get out of my road.

Get out of my road.

I'm gone.

F***!

You f***ing knob.

Don't f*** with me.

Don't you give me

a cold shower!

Let's go!

Come on!

All right, kid?

Look, Mr. Douglas--

Hi, can I get you

a coffee?

- Yeah, espresso.

- And for you, sir?

- The same as him, please.

- Sure.

I swear on my nephew's life

we'll pay every penny back.

Never mind that.

I've just bought your pizza place.

Put it in Tony's name.

- You bought Franco's?

- Aye.

I want you to buy

three new bikes,

sort out some good boys

and run the show.

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