This Is England Page #9
It's proper.
It's real, man.
Oh, man.
That's it, man,
we're like brothers now. Yeah?
Serious.
- For life.
- Yeah, for life.
Nice one, Combo.
Hand the spliff over.
I haven't had a laugh like this
for f***ing years.
- Serious.
- For years.
Here you are. It's been a long time.
I want some chocolate.
- There's biscuits in the cupboard.
- Not in that cupboard.
No, not in that cupboard. I'm starving!
How can you f***ing live like this?
There's not even a mouldy Twiglet.
I'm really starving, man.
I've got the munchies badly.
- Combo, have you eaten the biscuits?
- No.
- F***ing hell.
MILKY:
What a night.So, how many uncles have you got?
Erm...
I've got three uncles and two aunties.
So, a big family, then.
Yeah.
I've got... What is it? 22 cousins.
One uncle's got, what, seven kids.
What, to the same woman, like?
Nah.
Spread out
between three different women.
One's got two, the other's got two,
and another one's got three kids.
And he just, like,
left these families and f***ed off?
Nah, he still sees 'em.
Yeah, to me,
he still spends time with them.
They're always round at Christmas
and stuff like that. We all get together.
A big party till late in the morning.
Yeah, it's... it's nice.
It is. It's nice having a big family.
Have you got a mum and dad?
Cos you haven't talked about
your mum or dad.
Yeah, I've got a mum and dad.
Of course, man.
A good mum and dad.
Yeah, I can't knock 'em at all.
I was one of them kids where...
my dad was away all the time.
Sometimes he was away for, like,
a fortnight, working.
But...
I never blamed my dad or anything
like that for him being away and working.
Cos...
there was always food on that table.
That's what I respect that man for.
Always.
Lucky you, aren't you?
I tell you...
you know, any, any time...
...you wanna come round
for something to eat,
you have to come to my grandma's
to get something to eat.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, man.
She'll cook some rice.
She'll cook some peas.
She'll cook some chicken.
She sounds dead lovely, don't she?
Serious, man, then you come home
for some ackee and swordfish.
That'd be nice, wouldn't it?
Ah, seriously, man, cos...
I'd love for you to do that.
I'd love for you to do that. That'd be nice.
Serious, come and see how we...
how we live. Know what I mean?
Even on a bad day,
there'll probably be...
a couple of my uncles
and about seven...
F***ing hell.
You've got everything, haven't you?
- What?
- You've got the whole lot.
You've got the whole f***ing
perfect package.
F***ing hell.
Got everything, you, didn't you?
F***ing hell, man. So...
What... What do you think
makes a bad dad?
I don't know, mate. I'm not a dad, am I?
I know you had a good dad, like, but,
be honest with me, what do you really think
makes a bad dad, though?
I don't know, man.
What's with the questions, man?
I feel like I'm being interrogated.
What do you reckon?
N*ggers.
- What's with the "n*gger"?
- Because you are, aren't you?
You're a f***ing n*gger. Aren't you?
Aren't you?
F***ing coon.
Combo! Just leave him.
Go on.
Don't f***ing smile at me.
Don't smile at me.
Milky, just stop smiling at him, please.
Don't f***ing smile at me, cos I'll wipe
the f***ing smile off your f***ing face.
Yeah? You f***ing c*nt!
SHAUN:
No!- F***ing horrible...
- F***ing bastard!
(Shaun screams)
I f***ing hate you! I f***ing hate you!
- I f***ing hate you!
SHAUN:
Get off!Milky!
- No, Combo, get off him!
- You f***ing black bastard!
I f***ing hate you! I f***ing hate you.
I f***ing hate you! You f***ing n*gger!
- You f***ing n*gger!
- Milky!
F*** off! F*** off!
(Sobs) Combo!
Milky!
Milky, man, are you all right?
Shut up!
Shut the f*** up
and get the f*** out now!
You little f***ing c*nt.
F*** off, you little bastard!
- I thought you was winding us up.
- What are you doing, boys?
BANJO:
F***ing all daywe've sat and listened to him.
I want some of this. We want our bit.
This man?
- Aargh!
- You f***ing mad c*nt!
You knobhead!
You f***ing horrible f***ing c*nt!
You're f***ing mad as a March hare.
What's wrong with you?
F***ing leave them alone!
- Do you want it, as well?
- You're f***ing potty.
What? F*** off, you f***ing d*ckhead!
I'll f***ing throttle you,
you f***ing fat piece of sh*t!
Get the f*** out of here,
you f***ing goggle-eyed twat!
Get out. Get out.
- You need to f***ing see someone.
- Get out.
(Panting):
I said, get out. I said, get out.Milky...
Leave them alone, will you?
They haven't done nothing to you.
F***ing leave them two alone.
Leave them alone.
They've done...
They've done nothing to you.
You f***...
Ah!
(Groans)
No-o-o!
- (Sobs)
- (Combo groans)
COMBO:
F***ing hell.COMBO:
I'm sorry.I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(Combo wails)
Oh, Combo,
what have you done to him?
Oh, my God!
COMBO:
No, no, no!Milky?
Wake up, Milky!
He's OK.
Milky, wake up!
Hey, what am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
It's not my fault. I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it.
- Milky, wake up!
- Help me get him...
- Wake up!
- Help me get him to hospital.
- Help me get him to hospital.
- Get off! Milky!
Come on, now. Stop it, now.
Stop the crying.
The crying stops now. You don't cry.
Real men don't cry.
Help me get him to the hospital, OK?
Come on. Let's go.
Come on, Shaun. Come on. Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
OK. Come on. Come on.
Help me. Help me. Stop crying!
Don't look at his face.
Don't look at his face.
Don't look at his face.
Don't look at his face.
(Music continues)
Shaun?
Can I come in?
Yeah.
It's my favourite picture of Dad.
Me too.
And that one.
Mm, yeah, that's really nice.
You really look alike on that one.
in that one?
Where?
Goy Farms.
That was like the best holiday ever.
Milky's gonna be all right, Shaun,
I promise.
Shaun, are you OK?
Yeah.
# CLAYHILL:
Please Please PleaseLet Me Get What I Want
# Good times, for a change
# See, the luck I've had
# Can make a good man turn bad
# So, please
# Please, please
# Let me, let me, let me
# Let me
# Get what I want
# This time
# Get what I want
# This time
# Haven't had a dream in a long time
# See, the life I've had
# Can make a good man bad
# So
# For once in my life
# Let me
# Get what I want
# Lord knows
# Lord knows, it would be the first time
# Lord knows
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