The Selfish Giant Page #2

Come on.

- Back in your bush.

- Go on.

Come on, Diesel.

- Hey, look, it's Kitten.

Go on!

- Come on.

- Go on.

Go on.

- No, come on.

- Go on, Diesel.

Go on.

- Yeah, Kitten.

You want some more

of that cable?

- I'm busy.

You can handle him better

than that.

What are you doing?

- He's holding his reins

too tight.

- What?

- He's holding his reins

too tight.

He's pulling it back.

- Loosen reins.

Where'd you learn that?

- Taken to road races

when I were younger.

- He's mad for horses,

him, you know.

- Come on.

- Oy, wait here.

- Go on, off you go.

That's better.

Why didn't you do that

first time?

Go on.

- Go on again.

- Face forward and get on

with your work, mate.

- I can't be arsed

doing my work.

- Well,

that's your first warning.

Get another one,

I'll see you again tomorrow.

- Oy, f*ggot!

Did your mum get f***ed

by a horse, Swifty?

Is that what's got

bothering you?

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

- Don't drink that, mate.

Seen the state of his lips?

You'll have something on that.

- Your mum's a mong.

- Your dad, yeah,

is an inbred retard.

Look at me.

Is an inbred retard, yeah?

And your family's gonna be

in debt

for the rest

of their f***ing lives.

- Oy, his psycho mate's coming.

- Go on, Swifty, hit him!

Go on, Swifty!

Don't let 'em bully you!

F***ing hit him!

- Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

- F*** off me!

- Fenton, Swift,

Headmaster's office now.

- F*** off.

- Oh, yeah, big boy.

Go on.

- D*ckhead.

- Go on!

- His team leader

administered his medication.

- Why do you use

this stupid language?

To make me feel intimidated?

Well, I'll tell you something.

I don't feel intimidated by you.

I've had two kids

through this school,

and you've failed both of 'em.

- You have to look at

the bigger picture.

- Where's he gonna go now

now you've kicked him out?

'Cause nobody else

is gonna take him, are they?

- Mrs. Fenton, if we both speak

at the same time,

neither of us will hear

what each other is saying.

- Well, I've heard enough

from you.

- I don't think

mainstream school's

the right place for him.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can-

- No.

You've been excluded

permanently.

- Sick.

- Arbor!

- He's been excluded

for 10 days.

Lad's got concussion.

He had to go to hospital.

That's what he said.

You need to get an education.

- It's all right, Mum.

- Our Arbor were protecting him.

Arbor stood up for him.

- Didn't mean for him

to get into trouble, Mrs. Swift.

- I'm sorry, love.

- Brilliant, eh?

Don't have to go to school.

I can go out scrapping

and make some money.

You coming or what?

Guess what.

- Are you joking?

- No.

- We're like f***ing right divs

with that.

- We got to start somewhere.

Come on.

- Oh, my God.

- Come on, then.

- Smell you from round

the corner, Swifty.

- Go f*** off, you.

- F***ing stink, you.

- Oh, there's a pan there.

Watch that lot

so it don't get nicked.

- Oy, Swift.

Did you lose that baby

or did your dad sell it?

- They'll be worth something,

won't they, Swifty?

- Take that.

- Yeah.

- Leave these.

- Yeah, yeah, ain't it.

- Take these bits as well.

- Oy, what the f***

are you doing?

- What does it look like?

We're scrapping 'em.

- You're f***ing not

scrapping 'em.

I'm fixing 'em up

and selling 'em.

- Seriously,

you're fixing them up?

Don't f***ing think so.

- Who the f***ing hell

do you think you are, eh?

Coming round here

and thieving my f***ing stuff.

- Get away. He's me mate.

- Hey!

Now f*** off out me sight,

the pair of you.

- Shut the f*** up.

- Go on and take your f***ing

shitty pram with you.

You f***ing get in now.

- Fenton, you thieving bastard!

I'll break your f***ing legs!

It's your brother. Look.

- We look like f***ing

smackheads.

- Oh, well.

- We look stupid, Arbor.

- Doesn't matter

if we look stupid,

does it, though?

We're not stupid.

Just going out

to earn a bit of money.

Know what I mean?

Got about 3 quid there

or summat.

We'll bang halves.

That's sick, mate.

- Look at that.

- That is massive.

Bradford massive.

Bradford massive.

Wicked, wicked.

- F*** me!

Hey, come on.

Hurry up.

What?

- What's this crap?

- Aluminum, that.

Hang on.

And a bit of brass.

- Right, dump that over there

and help them lads get

bright wire out of that lot.

- All right.

- Steve.

- Swifty, get wire out of that.

- Hey, what time

do you call this?

You got to be back by 5:00

for weigh-in.

Hey, what's with the face?

Do you want to go round

with a pram like them two divs?

25 quid to hire

the horse and cart.

- I thought it were 20.

- Yeah, well, you thought wrong.

Price of copper's gone up.

My price has gone up too.

- Tight bastard.

- What did you say?

Pay up or f*** off!

If you haven't got the money,

you can't take him out.

Simple.

Now turn round

and see to f***ing Diesel.

What are you looking at?

Get on with what

I asked you to do!

- You lads working for Telecom?

Thought you worked for Railway.

- Right, what you got for me,

lads?

- We got bright wire,

legacy cables,

unmarked, untraceable.

- Poly-sheathed cable.

- Processed?

- Aye.

And 40 of these.

10 kilo copper bales.

- What are you giving?

- I reckon 21/2 grand,

tops.

- F*** off. 31/2.

- 21/2 grand.

- 31/2.

- If you took it in

and weighed it for 3,

it'd be no less.

Weigh it in then.

- F*** weighing it in.

- Hey, you two.

Get that barrow

and bring it over here.

21/2 grand.

- And put f***ing kettle on.

31/2.

- F***ing hell, Swifty.

- Come on.

Bring that barrow over.

- Ay, don't forget

your f***ing pan, kid.

- 49 armored.

Add it all up.

Take it to the back.

Give us your pan.

One of ali.

- And one of brass.

- Aye, he's a good trotter.

- The best.

- Yeah, well, everyone you ask

got best, haven't they?

I've had a lad training Diesel.

He's fast, very fast.

5.

That's for you.

- Ta.

- Hey.

And that's for you.

- Ta.

- Hiya, Mick.

You all right, lads?

- Bye-bye.

- Bye, darling.

2,960.

That's one...

Two...

2,960.

All right?

- Hey, ya.

How you lend a horse and cart

for me and Swifty

and we'll bring you back

some proper scrap?

- You've no experience.

F*** off.

- Hang on. Hang on.

His granddad used

to be a rag-and-bone man.

- You should be at school.

- I hate school.

I'm a f***ing scrap man, me.

- Nah, nah, nah,

listen to this, mate.

He's a proper grafter,

this one.

- Does he ever shut up?

- Are you up for it, then,

Kitten?

Chip 'n' Pin v. Diesel.

Sunday, A-65.

- Course.

- Let's have a look at him,

then.

- Who?

- Shergar.

Who do you f***ing think?

Diesel. Come on.

- All right.

- See you later.

- Come on.

Here he is.

- Whoa, here we go.

- Hey, hey. Hey. hey.

What are you doing,

you bloody idiot?

Come here.

Come here! Come here!

- Steady.

Steady. Steady. Steady.

Steady, lad.

Steady, lad.

Steady.

- Good lad.

- Steady.

- He's fast.

He's fast, you know.

- Going backwards.

- Oh, f*** off.

- Or with a rocket up its arse.

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