The Selfish Giant Page #3

- What the f***ing hell

were you doing, doing that?

Come on, Daniel.

Come round here, now.

Daniel. Daniel.

- Are you nervous?

You're sucking on that fag

well enough, aren't you?

Do you think you're up

to driving this horse or what?

Because if I don't think

you are,

I'm gonna have

another few quid on...

- I don't think he's gonna win.

- All right, do you not?

- Nah.

- 50 quid on Diesel.

50 f***ing quid.

- Anybody else want a bet

or what?

- Hey, Kitten,

he's sh*t himself.

- Finish line, this.

- Yeah!

- They go under here full go.

It's sick!

- Yeah!

- Come on! Come on! Come on!

- If Diesel wins,

Kitten'll be loaded.

- Come on!

- Get your money ready, Kitten!

- Go on! Go on!

- Come on!

- Go on, Diesel!

- Go on, lad!

Go on!

Go on, Diesel.

Good lad!

- Come on, Diesel!

Go on!

- Diesel's in the lead!

- Go on!

- Go on, Diesel.

Go on, lad.

- Come on, Daniel!

Get up there!

Get back, you!

- F*** off, man!

What are you doing?

- Keep up, Daniel.

He can't see the car!

He's got his blinders on!

- Get off me, man!

F***ing hell.

- Daniel, get up there!

- You're spooking him!

He's gonna get him hurt.

- Come on!

Get back, you f***ing a**hole!

- Stop pulling him back!

Give him his head.

Send him!

- F***ing hell, you!

Get back!

- Go on! Keep going!

You can do it!

Go on!

- Get up there!

Come on!

Come on!

- Yeah!

- F***ing bastard!

- F***! F***!

F***!

- What?

What? What?

- What the f***

were you playing at?

- Weren't my fault.

A car got too close.

- I'll have your balls off.

- It's that horse.

It's spooked.

- Don't blame it

on my f***ing horse!

- It's mental out there.

- Out of my sight.

- They're all laughing at you

behind your back.

Laughing at you playing

a hard man,

when all you are is

a f***ing wannabe Gypsy.

- All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Come on. Calm down.

Don't let me ever see you again

or I'll f***ing kill you!

- We'll work for you.

- Get my horse in that box.

- Let me drive him for you.

- Swifty,

we're gonna be scrap men, us.

- Ain't got no money.

- Well, if you haven't got

the money,

we have to take the settee,

love.

- Ain't got settee, neither.

- Well, where the f*** is it,

love?

- Where's this come from?

You've been grafting, ain't you?

I want better for you.

If you're to get on,

you've got to go to school.

- I'm excluded.

I'm not supposed

to go to school.

- You're breaking me heart,

love.

If you show 'em you're sorry,

they'll let you back in.

- How much did you get

for that scrap?

- Nowt.

- You must have got something

for it,

you lying bastard!

F***ing lying little bastard.

- Is he coming out?

- He's not here.

He's at school.

- School?

- He's better off there

than hanging round here

with you.

- I stuck up for him, though.

Stuck up for lot of you

when people were ripping you.

- What's he still doing here?

- He's been excluded,

but he comes anyway.

- All right, Cheech?

Where's Chong?

- Leave him alone.

Come here.

What are these?

- Oh, from yesterday.

You weren't here

and some good stuff came in.

- Yeah, well, it's still got

to be accounted for.

You know,

we've got to be careful.

The laws are tightening up.

- Should be out there

watching ports,

not wasting time on us.

What's that?

- Can I finish yoking up Tommy

and go out scrapping for you?

- Sod off.

Come on, give me a chance.

- Stop mithering us.

I said no.

- Then Tommy'll just sit there

all day.

I've seen a batch of cable.

I could get it for you.

- Keep it above board, love.

- Have to be processed.

You got 25 quid?

- I got 20.

- Would you like one, love?

Oh, no, not him.

Stop.

- You've been excluded, Fenton.

- Easy now.

- I'm calling security.

What are you doing sat here,

you daft twat?

Let's get out

and make some money.

Come on.

- You got that bridle too tight

on that horse.

- Let me come sort it out

for you.

- You're a bad influence,

Fenton!

- Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go.

Go! Go!

Giddyap, Tommy!

- I know where

we can get some cable.

Make this horse go faster,

will you, yeah?

- Yah!

- Put your backs into it.

- Thanks.

- There you go.

- Good work, boys.

- Pry that motor out now, then.

- All right, then.

There. It's out.

Worth quite a bit.

Copper wound, that.

Hey, come on, hurry up.

They haven't seen you.

Let's smash this on the cart.

Got to burn it off, ain't we,

'cause it's marked.

- Sound like Kitten, you.

- Piece of cable like that,

length and width of your arm,

probably about 500 quid.

- Don't even think about it,

Arbor.

- Steady.

- All right, lads,

where's your pushchair?

- F*** off.

- Much better load

than you had last time.

- Good scrap, this.

200 pound a ton.

- You reckon?

- Yeah.

- We'll have a look.

- I know.

- All right.

It's better than last load

anyway.

Do you just want to take it

round there?

- Here are.

We burnt all casing off

and removed all SmartWater dye.

- 37 on that?

- Yeah.

- All right, Arbor love?

- Yeah.

- 240 quid.

That's all right,

ain't it?

- Gonna go check on this horse.

- Yeah, whatever.

- 2, 3, 4, 5...

There you go.

- Ta.

- Hey, do you want your docket?

- Yeah, please.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

- Hey.

- What are you doing?

Get off.

- For tax.

You're under 16.

Got to tax you at source.

- Idiot.

- What you doing?

- Swifty!

110 quid there.

That'll sort

your mum's electric.

Buzzing.

- Sick, eh?

What are you gonna

spend yours on, then?

Buy a new settee and that?

Yeah.

- Here are, though, Swifty,

yeah?

Just don't let your dad

get his hands on it.

- No, I won't.

Oy.

- Hurry up, Swifty.

I want to get off.

Reckon we could get

that cable off that pylon?

- It's too risky.

- Think of money, though,

Swifty.

Oh, come on, man.

I can't do it on me own.

- Oy! Swifty.

- All right, Kitten?

- Meet me first thing, 6:00 a. m.

I want you to have a go

at driving Diesel on road.

See what you can do.

All right?

Get in.

- What's the point

in a trotting horse?

They can't pull a cart.

- It's well soft, this one.

- What? Shut up, Swifty.

You're soft, you daft bastard.

- Give us a footie on.

- God's sake.

You better not have sh*t

on your shoe.

Oh, your arse is on me head.

- Hurry up and stop

mucking about.

- Get off!

There, you're on now.

Right.

What the f***'s happening here,

then?

There you are.

- It's like a f***ing advert,

isn't it, eh?

- Summat worth nicking here.

That your new dosser, Kitten?

- What, are you gonna get him

to finish

that job Daniel couldn't do, eh?

- He'll not be able

to shift it either.

Lad told me cable chamber

is still isolated.

At least 4 grand of copper

down there.

- Make yourself useful.

Get cable and put it in fire.

Risk to reward ratio's

in our favor then.

- Not on that job it ain't.

What? 132,000 volts?

You'd have to be mad

or desperate or stupid

or summat to risk that.

- Where you off?

You're never up this early

to go scrapping.

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