This Is England Page #2

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Had a good day at school?

Shaun?

What's wrong, love?

Shaun, come here.

What?

Sit down.

I want to have a word with you.

Why?

Please, son, I want to talk to you.

What?

What have you done to your face?

Nothing.

You've got all scratches all over your face.

Have you been fighting?

No, I did it on the way home from school.

You didn't. You're lying to me.

How have you done it?

It was a boy at school.

He made a joke about Dad, so I hit him.

Well, what did he say about Dad?

I don't wanna say it, Mum.

It's disgusting.

Shaun, I want to know what he said.

I've been picked on three times today.

All because of my trousers.

What's wrong with your trousers?

Look at the f***ing size of them!

Stop swearing.

There's nothing wrong with them.

- Your dad bought you them.

- They're too big for me!

If you didn't want to wear them,

you should have put your school ones on.

It's non-uniform day, Mum.

What do you want me to do, Shaun?

I don't know what to do.

- We could move away.

- We can't move away.

We're not moving from anywhere.

We live here and we're staying here.

I don't like it here, Mum.

I liked it better when we were with Dad.

Well, I liked it better when we was with Dad,

but Dad's gone now.

(Leisurely guitar instrumental)

(Seagulls cry)

Yes!

(Ship's hooter)

RADIO:
...Mrs Thatcher's visiting The Antrim

very close to two key events

in the War, for the ship.

Just over there,

in the Falklands Sound,

she was hit aft by a 1,000lb bomb,

which, fortunately, didn't explode,

and there, on Fanning Head,

heavy bombardment from The Antrim

took out a key Argentine position.

Like the Army, the Navy is still taking

the threat of another Argentine attack

very seriously...

(Dog barks)

(Clattering and rattling)

...as well as these Oerlikon guns,

the destroyer is armed...

...sea slug, sea cat...

(Thud)

What the f***?

What do you want, Gadget?

You've just nearly put my window through.

(Breathlessly):
Woody wants to know

if you're coming hunting.

Hunting? Why?

Because he feels sorry

for what happened the other day.

And he just wants to know

if you're coming out.

If I come, you're just gonna kick my head in

in the middle of a field.

Woody said if I come within five feet of you,

he's gonna kick the sh*t out of me.

And why on earth

are you dressed like that?

We always dress like this.

You look stupid.

I know, but it's just a laugh that we have.

I've got you some stuff. Come on.

It's not a trick, is it, Gadget?

Woody really wants me to come?

It's no trick, honest. Please?

- All right. I'll be down in a minute.

- Hurry up!

(Giggles)

WOOD Y:
Hurry up, you.

GADGET:
Give me a hand.

- F*** it.

- Come on, Tubs!

Hurry up,

cos Gadget won't get over it, will he?

(Laughter)

- Come on.

- Come on. Get up.

Here you are.

Gadget, have that. Have this.

- Gadget!

- Gadget, have this.

I'll have that there, mate.

No, I'm all right.

- Oh, man. Woo!

- I wanted that!

Woo! Woo! Woo-oo!

Come on!

- Where are you going, Gadge?

SHAUN:
Whoa-oa-oah!

WOOD Y:
Woo!

Woo-hoo! Woo!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

(Glass shatters)

(Shaun yells)

WOOD Y:
F***, yeah! F***ing do it!

Woo!

SHAUN:
Woody!

WOOD Y:
Go on! F***ing do it!

Do it again and again!

- You f***ing daft bastard.

- You fat bastard.

(Laughter)

Go on!

Hey!

(AII shout at once)

F***ing do it! Do it!

- (Fires catapult)

- Aah!

Shaun!

- (Fires catapult)

- Aah!

Come on!

Come on, Shauny! Come on, Shaun!

Come on, Shaun!

Where are we going?

I'll get you a good seat.

Woo!

- Get up them stairs.

(Shaun laughs)

Shaun! Shaun, Shaun, Shaun!

Quick!

Come on. Quickly. Quickly. Ssh!

Where the f*** have yous gone?

Come on.

I can't be doing with this, lads.

I'm not in the mood for this.

I know yous are in here, I'm not stupid.

So, come out.

(Barrage of catapult shots)

F***er!

(Laughter)

SHAUN:
Classical!

Classical.

- Classic.

SHAUN:
Classic. Classic.

WOOD Y:
Gold, mate. Liquid gold. Brilliant.

SHAUN:
That was classic! Classic, classic.

Oi, oi, oi!

What's all that about, d*ckhead, eh?

What's the deal with you, eh?

- He shot me.

- I shot you as well.

Come on, Shauny.

- Bloody hell, Gadget.

- What d'you do that for?

Look how yous

have been treating me all day.

I had to carry all the bags.

All of yous running off on me,

hiding on me.

Listen to me. He's a young lad.

He's had a f***ing bad week.

So, we're bringing him with us

to show him a bloody good time

and you just backhanded him

round t'head.

I'm disappointed, mate.

You're all favouritising him.

I feel like I've gone down in the ranks

since he's come.

ALL:
What ranks?

I'm sorry if I've took your place, mate.

I really am.

And if you really want me to go

and give you your spot back, I'll just go.

Don't, mate. Please.

- I'll go. He don't like me.

- No, don't.

He don't know what he's saying.

It's not that I don't like you, mate.

I think you're great. It's just...

I'm having a shitty time and...

- Come on. Shake hands.

- I've been where you are and...

Less of this. It's nonsense, this.

We're mates here. Shake his hand.

Come on. Good lad.

That's what I'm all about. Yeah.

Come here, come here.

Give us a bloody hug, come on.

Bloody hell. Come on, all of yous.

All of yous, get in here.

Bloody hell, my arse!

Who's that on my arse?

Who's that? Calm it down.

Bloody hell, Gadge. Come on, mate.

# AL BARRY & THE CIMARONS:

Morning Sun

# Way out in the morning sun

# There lies my baby,

she was waiting so long

# Aah aah-aah-aah

# Oh, she sing for the sweet melody

# Oh, Lord, I could hear the harmony

# Aah-aah-aah-aah aah-aah-aah...

(Bell)

SHAUN'S MUM:
Wait for me, love.

- I'll see you, chicken.

- See ya.

Them.

- Which ones?

- The big red ones.

Oh, you're not having them, sweetheart.

Look at the size of 'em.

Oh, come on, Mum. You said.

No, Shaun, they look like thug boots.

They're awful.

Come on, Mum. You promised me.

Why don't you get some of them

that you've got in blue?

Cos I don't like these. I want them ones,

Mum. Come on. You promised.

- They'll rub on your shin.

- They'll only be about that.

Be better in my size.

Come on. Where is she?

- Right.

- Well, that was nice timing.

I spoke too soon.

I hurt my shoulder back there.

Been ferreting about for ages.

- Are you all right, love?

- Pulled something in my shoulder.

Now, then, if I can just have that for a second...

- Let me have that, sweetheart.

- I want to hold it.

I'll just have that. Mum, shall I just...?

- Yeah.

- I'll just put that down there.

Ducky, darling, the ones

that you're looking at, these boots...

- Yeah?

...now, they're adult sizes

and you're a size four.

But these have just come in from London.

Are you ready for these?

These are fantastic.

- What the...?

- Oh, look at them, Shaun.

They're absolutely lovely.

- Do you want to hold one? There.

- Oh, my God.

- They're nice, aren't they?

- They're lovely, them.

Oh, they look lovely.

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