Trespass Against Us Page #4
about computers?
You can't even read.
Can't be plotting dreams
of another life now, son.
Gonna come down hard on you.
You killed trousers.
You just need to concentrate on
what's coming down the road at you.
Kingdom f***ing come,
if you ask me.
F*** all
to do with trousers, col.
Poxy house was your idea.
I gotta go back to bed.
Chad.
Chad!
Where's the kids?
What do you mean?
They're at school.
They never went to school, Chad.
- I took 'em there.
- You never.
I f***ing did, you know.
Ask me dad.
Are you f***ing joking me?
Don't wind me up, Chad.
I've just been there.
They ain't been at school
all f***ing day!
They're in enough trouble as it is.
Come on, get up.
Little bastards.
Little div.
I'm gonna rip him up
when I see him.
I tell you what, Kelly,
I f***ing dropped them off.
- You've gotta walk 'em in.
- I hadn't f***ing slept.
They'd better be with your dad.
I tell you what, Chad,
they better f***ing had be.
I can't live like this no more.
Can't do it. I've had enough.
I've found us somewhere already.
Everything's done.
- We stop up at Noah's.
- Since when?
Does Colby know?
Let's just find the kids.
We can talk all of this later.
You should have told me, Chad.
I suppose if you ain't
told your dad,
it don't count for sh*t anyway.
Have you seen Colby?
Seen Tyson? Mini?
Walter, have you seen Colby?
Yeah, he's gone down there
by the wagons, of course.
Colby!
Here he is. Look at this.
My son and heir!
Your ears must be burning.
- Are the kids here with you?
- You're my kid, Chad.
I'm not messing.
Are they here?
They've been missing all day.
They're kids.
That's what they do.
I thought they were here
with you.
Well, they ain't.
Should be here.
Sorry, but that's what happens
when you send them to school.
Keep trying to tell you.
- I haven't got time for this.
We gotta go find 'em.
Just put a wager on, Chad.
Just getting good.
Can I ask where
the children's father is?
Please, I'm here
about my babbies.
We're here to help you...
I hope you know that.
But you need to help us now,
Kelly.
You need to tell us where
your husband was last night,
and I promise that we will
make your life a lot easier...
Are you f***ing joking me?
No, I'm not f***ing
joking you, Kelly.
You need to help us to help you.
Not too late to get out,
you know.
Before it all comes on top.
Are your mum and dad
still not speaking to you?
Well, you can talk to us.
You know that, don't you?
And we'll take you straight
into protective custody,
right now, you and the kids.
My babbies have been missing
12 hours
and you want me to go gammy?
Heartless bastards, ain't you?
No, no, we're not
heartless bastards, sweetheart.
Actually, I've been thinking
about you all day,
as it happens.
I've been thinking
what is it like
being Kelly cutler?
Sitting up there by yourself every
night thinking, "where is he?
Is he coming home
or is tonight the night?"
Hmm?
I mean, what does go
through your little brain
when he's out thieving?
Don't know what you're on about.
Please... my kids are missing.
It's Noah.
Leave a message if you want.
Noah, it's Chad.
Give me a call back, mush...
On this number.
We dropped them off at school
this morning.
The headmistress said
they never went in.
Yeah, well...
your kids have told us
everything
we wanna know already.
They're here with us right now.
Oh, thank god.
Picked them up this morning.
What, this morning?
Mm-hmm.
What, you f***ing kidnapped
my kids and not told me?
Shut your filthy gob.
See, Chad's done us a favor
this time.
Have you any idea
who he robbed last night?
- I don't give a f***.
- We will get him, Kelly.
We will get your Chad,
and you know it too.
You'll never be able
to go coursing ever again.
I'm never gonna
take you hunting, ever.
Do you understand?
You'll never be able
to ride the quad again.
I'm getting rid of it,
smashing that bike up.
I'm gonna give it to Worzel.
He's burning your bike tonight.
- No more dogs, not for you.
You took your sister
and then went and got arrested.
You are in trouble forever.
Do you understand?
In trouble forever.
Me, I've never been arrested.
Bloody have, Chad.
All the bloody time.
No, I haven't.
I've never been charged.
You, though, Ty, are in trouble
forever with them lot now.
They'll be
out to get you now, Ty.
Armed police.
Don't you f***ing move.
Over on your front,
nice and slow.
- Do what they says, kids.
- - Get the f***...
Tyson.
Tyson, it's all right.
- Don't you touch my f***ing kids.
- Get down! Don't move!
- I want my dad!
- Get down!
Stop pointing
that f***ing thing at my kids!
All right, mini!
- Get him outside now.
- F*** yourself.
Where are your numbers?
- Shut your mouth.
Come on.
- Shoot me in front of my own family?
- Get outside now!
Where are your numbers?
Where are your numbers?
Where are your numbers?
Get your f***ing hands off me!
You got a warrant?
My kids gotta go to school.
Get down!
Let me speak to my f***ing kids!
It's all right, Ty.
It's all right, mini.
It's all right, my babbies.
- Up, up, up, up.
- Come on.
- You filthy pig dog gawas.
What you call policing, is it,
dramatizing my kids?
- Get in.
- - I'm having you!
I love you, Kelly!
Love you, Ty, mini!
Let's get these
wet trousers off, eh?
Let's get 'em off.
Let's take 'em off.
Wet trousers.
Put them over there.
It's all right, mini.
It's all right.
You did good, you know.
You did real good today.
Never seen that money
in my life.
You must have put it there.
Grow up, Chad.
It's not mine.
Oh...
Oh, I get it.
That's funny.
Is it Kelly's little stash?
Oh, that cracks me up.
You're all at it, aren't you?
'Course you are.
It just makes me think
why, though, hm?
Why's Kelly hiding money
from you?
Money were mine, all right?
Make your mind up, Chad.
Poxy few grand.
A man's allowed to have a stash.
If that's all you got me on,
I'm walking in no time.
You're not going anywhere.
So you say you spent the whole
evening with your son,
Chad cutler.
every day of his life together.
So, tell me, in as much detail
as you can...
what you did.
Told you already.
After I'd given him a bath,
I put his jimjams on him
and read him a bedtime story
about how f***ing stupid
you lot are,
and tucked him up in bed.
Now, and this is
none of your f***ing business,
but as he were nodding off
to travel at will
in his sleep...
I told him
that he were a f***ing legend...
and that he were
my son and heir...
and that I love him.
I just... I can't
work this one out, though.
A lord lieutenant, hm?
It's a very odd choice,
given what he does.
You did do your homework,
didn't you, Chad?
You do know
what a lord lieutenant is,
don't you?
Well...
Well, Chad,
my friend, my little friend,
a lord lieutenant...
is the one up there...
who swears in all the judges.
Do you know what that means, Chad?
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