Sweet Sixteen Page #7

- How are you, young man?

- Watch your fingers.

- Looking smart.

- Where have we to go?

In here?

Oh, look, there's Suzanne.

Chantelle, you came.

Thanks, love.

It's good to see you.

- How are you?

- I'm all right.

Look at your lovely suit.

Come to see your granny, Cal?

We don't call him Cal.

His name's Calum.

- What do you mean?

- His name's Calum.

Do you want

a little drink?

"You Stole the Sun

from My Heart."

Come on,

I wanna see you all dancing.

- How are you?

- I'm all right.

Good.

It's nice to see you again.

- How have you been?

- All right.

- Is he asleep?

- That's him asleep now.

No point disturbing him.

You should just stay the night.

It's a shame to wake him.

We'll stay.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- What are you doing up so early?

- You're just up late.

- Where's Calum?

- He's still in bed.

All the excitement last night

must have tired him out.

My head's f***ing pounding.

Are you gonna stick the kettle on?

Is Mum up yet?

What's wrong with you?

She's gone.

Wee walk will do her good.

Think she had one too many last night.

No, Liam, she's gone.

Gone where she normally goes,

the same usual as always.

Liam, calm down.

This is your f***ing doing.

What did you say to her?

I never said nothing to her.

- Get out of my f***ing way.

- Calm down!

Where's my f***ing other shoe?

Liam, let her go.

She'll drive you mad.

Let her go, for Christ's sake.

Listen to me.

It's not that she doesn't care.

She can't care.

She's a f***ing crazy

mixed-up lost soul

and she's gonna ruin you too.

I saw you talking to her last night.

What were you saying to her?

- If you drove her back to Stan--

- Drove her back to Stan?

If it's not Stan, it'll be somebody else

and somebody else!

I've never seen her

as happy as last night.

Stop lying to yourself, Liam.

Where's my f***ing trainer?

- Give me my shoe.

- Liam, calm down.

- Give me my f***ing shoe.

- Please, Liam.

- It's me that cares for you.

- So that's your f***ing game?

- Worming your way in here.

- We need you.

Your twisted f***ing lies

drive my ma away.

I'm not like that!

You've never liked her.

Never gave her a f***ing chance!

I gave her too many chances,

you know that.

"We don't call him that.

His name's Calum"--

rubbing her face in it

in front of everybody.

Liam, listen to you!

- What did you say to her?

- I never said nothing.

Just give me the f***ing trainer.

Give me the trainer

before I'll do something I'll regret.

- Go on, then.

- Don't make me do it.

Go! Just like Granddad,

like our fathers! Like Stan!

Like all the other losers

destroying everything they touch.

Like our mum!

Join the club.

Be one of them,

because that's what you are!

Liam, don't!

You f***ing poisoned wee cow!

I f***ing swear to God.

Look at me.

By the time I get back,

you'd better be out of here.

Do you hear me?

- Are you on?

- Aye.

Gilmore Street, Greenock, pal.

Where's my ma?

What the f*** you want here?

You wanna see your ma?

Big man here,

the boy's come to see you.

What are you doing here?

- You come for another hit?

- No, that's not it.

- Mum, let's go.

- I can't.

Never mind what he,

Chantelle or anybody says.

- This is so sad.

- It's just me and you, Mum.

- Son, you don't understand.

- Nothing matters, come on.

I can't.

- F***'s sake.

- Stan, don't.

Don't be scared of him.

He can't hurt us anymore.

Come on.

Where's your bag?

F***ing hell!

- Liam, come here.

- You're wasting your time, son.

- Shut up.

- You wanna get him f***ing told?

- You keep winding him up.

- Telling me to shut up?

- Come storming in here--

- Come on, Mum.

I can't.

- I've got a flat. It's a fresh start for us.

- I can't.

Chantelle's gone. I've got rid of her.

It's just me and you.

Do you think your mother wants

to f***ing move in with you?

- You make her f***ing stomach turn.

- Shut up.

Liam, go on.

I'll come and see you later. Please.

- Come on, Mum, let's go.

- I can't. You don't understand?

Say bye-bye to your mother.

You know what you can do, son.

- Leave him.

- F***ing sit down!

- Don't talk to my mum like that.

- Send one of your f***ing little tapes.

"Mummy, I love you..."

Tell him about the caravan.

What did you say about the caravan?

"A field in the middle

of nowhere. Great, eh?"

- It wasn't like that. Don't listen.

- It was like that.

Tell him what you f***ing mean.

Tell him the f***ing truth, Jean.

That is the truth, son.

And your silly wee f***ing house?

Think you're f***ing going up

in the world in f***ing Gourock,

with a view across the Clyde?

I won't shut up.

I love you. He doesn't love you.

I need you, Mum.

"I love you."

Well, I love your ma

and she loves me.

Get that through

your f***ing thick head.

There's the f***ing door.

Now leave!

- Stop it!

- Do as you're told, pal.

F***ing leave, son.

F***ing little bastard, you.

What are you doing?

- Liam!

- Bastard!

What have you done?

Stop it!

What have you done?

Liam! Stop it!

F***ing look at me!

No, stop it!

- I'll kill the c*nt.

- What have you done?

Oh my God!

Get a f***ing ambulance.

The f***ing bastard

stabbed me!

Hi, Liam.

It's Chantelle.

Are you okay?

- Where are you?

- I don't know.

Is it true?

Everybody's looking for you.

The police have been round.

What a waste.

What a waste.

It's your birthday. You're 16.

Did you know that?

What are you gonna do?

My batteries are running down.

I love you, Liam.

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