The Selfish Giant Page #5

He's a bastard, him.

We don't need him.

I'm gonna get that cable off

of pylon and all.

Come on. Move.

- Shouldn't we do this down

at Kitten's?

- Why am I gonna go down there?

He's a muppet.

What's the point?

We're here.

- Where are you gonna get paid

up here?

- Take 'em down to another

scrapyard.

Not going down

to Kitten's again.

- Where the f*** have

you got all them from, Arbor?

You've chorred 'em off, Kitten,

ain't you?

Arbor, you're gonna get

your head kicked in.

- 15 bales. 600 quid.

- You've got to understand,

I'm dying to run that race.

- Yeah, and I know you are.

I'm dying to get some money

for us both.

Why's you a dosser?

If you don't stand up

for yourself, Swifty,

you'll never have owt.

You'll always be a poor bastard

under someone else's thumb.

- All you're bothered about

is metal.

- All you're bothered about

is horses.

You're soft.

You need to harden up.

Oy, what's that?

Side of that bin.

- Whoa, steady, Tommy.

We'll go weigh in now, yeah?

- Hang about, man.

I want to do something first.

Go on.

You think it's live?

- I don't know.

I wouldn't risk it.

Wha-what you doing?

You were gonna test it

on that foal, weren't you?

- Get off.

- You're a f***ing psycho, you.

- Get off!

- Have your drugs

stopped working?

How would you like it?!

- Swifty!

Swifty! Get off!

- Get off! Swifty!

- Here you are.

- Hey, you can't bring

that horse in here.

- I've come all the way

from Bradford.

- Well, you're a daft bastard,

then, aren't you?

- What am I meant to do

with that lot, then?

- Go on, sling your hook.

Go on.

- F***ing d*ckhead.

- What the f*** are you doing,

Arbor?

- Hey! Hey!

Isn't that Kitten's horse?

- He'll f***ing mince you, mate.

- They won't let me

in scrapyard

with horse and cart.

We'll do you a favor, eh?

We'll take scrap in van,

get it weighed in for you.

We take a cut.

You get the rest.

- All right, then.

- Good lad. Come on.

- You nicked this off of Kitten,

didn't you?

This is the stuff I brought in.

Ah, what do I care, eh?

I got paid for it.

Take a cut now,

I get paid for it twice.

That's for nicking

my railway cable,

thieving little twat.

F***ing hate you, Arbor.

- Come here.

Come with me.

- You owe me 1 grand.

- Mick took money.

- Too f***ing bad.

Those bales were marked,

you stupid little twat!

Put it to widest setting,

Swifty.

Get off!

- Come here. Come here.

Give me your hand.

- Get off!

- Come here!

- Get off!

- I'm gonna take your hand off,

you thieving little bastard!

Come here.

- Swifty!

- Don't f*** me about!

- You're gonna replace

that copper you stole off me.

Look for a concrete block

over a manhole.

That's cable chamber.

Take chain off.

Put them boots on.

Zips.

Take these off before you start.

Now go.

F*** are you looking at?

Go and see to Diesel.

- Come on.

Sh*t.

- I came for Tommy.

Make sure you were

treating him right.

You killed that foal.

- I don't even know what

you're on about, Swifty.

- You're a f***ing mental case!

Course you did.

You're out of control.

- Did you grass me up, though,

Swifty?

- No, but I wished

I had've done.

You f***ed it all up, Arbor.

- Well, if you hate me so much,

then how come

you've come back, huh?

- 'Cause I'm thick

like everyone says.

I'm soft, aren't I?

- Swifty, wait there.

Listen.

I swear down on my life

I did not do it.

I need your help, Swifty.

Please.

- Well, get behind it, then,

or we'll never shift it.

Giddyap.

- F***ing hell.

- Oh, sh*t, Arbor.

- I'm f***ing shitting myself.

- F***'s sake, Arbor.

Move.

- Here you are.

You need gloves.

Here you are.

Swifty?

Swifty!

Swifty!

Come on.

Swifty.

Steady.

- F***ing bastard!

Kill you!

- Get off him!

F***ing get off him!

Get off him!

Get off him.

- Let go of him!

- F***ing bastard!

I'll f***ing kill you!

You killed him!

- Grab his legs.

- Ah! Get off!

Get off of me!

- You twats!

- Get him in the cabin.

You bastard!

- Oh, no.

- F***ing bastard!

- Calm down.

- F*** off!

F***ing hate you!

- Don't say owt.

- F*** off!

F*** off!

- I made him do it.

It were my fault the lad died.

- Step down, mate.

- She doesn't want to see you.

Hey, it's me.

- You all right, bro?

You all right?

You gonna come out?

Arbor, come on.

I'll make you a brew.

We'll go and-

We'll go and have a kickabout

or something.

What you say?

Play a bit of footie?

Arbor, seriously, mate.

Mum's really...

really worried.

Please come down.

Please.

Arbor, come on.

Stop being a dick.

Please, mate.

Oy, look at me at least, bro.

Arbor.

Mate, please come out.

I don't want to drag you out.

Mate, come on.

Come on, bro.

Mate, don't, please.

Don't struggle,

'cause I'm gonna have

to drag you out of there.

Come on, please, get out.

Arbor, come-

Come the f*** out now.

Get the-

Get out, Arbor!

F***ing hell!

- I appreciate it, love.

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