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that Matchbox tank.

Do you remember?

For being so brave.

And you tried to give it

to your dad

because he'd cut his feet up

running over those stones.

So kind, you were, so...

I mean,

what five-year-old in the world...

would have done that, huh?

Um...

(MUMBLING) Stupid.

- Hello, Archie.

- Bob.

What can I do for you?

I was wondering

if we could have a little chat.

- Chat?

- Yeah.

Yeah, absolutely.

Okay, well, um...

I know things have been... tough for you

since Barbara passed away, you know?

For you and for the girls, you know?

And what with...

everything that's

been happening lately...

I just... I wanted you to know that,

you know, if ever you wanted to talk...

- Talk?

- Yeah.

F*** off, Archie, will you?

All right. Um...

Well, what I wanted

to ask you was, uh...

if you could ask your girls

to give the Buckleys a break.

They've been having

a tough time of it lately.

- Have they?

- Yeah.

That's really awful. (SNIFFS)

When was the last time

you cried, Archie?

- Cried?

- Yeah.

- I don't know. Why?

- 'Cause the next time you will

is the next time that you criticise

my girls... No, hang on.

...In any f***ing way

whatsoever, all right?

They're out of bounds.

And if Buckley can't take

a little friendly f***ing ribbing,

then he's more of a pathetic prick

than I thought he was.

Now, I'm having my dinner, mate,

so if you don't mind f***ing off.

Thanks.

(JED) You know what'd make it better?

A Blu-ray player.

Yeah, well,

you can't have everything, Jed.

No, I'm just saying.

I got you that ashtray, didn't I?

That's what I'm saying, Skunk.

It's brilliant.

It's the best ever.

- Be great if we never had to go back.

- What, to school?

Yeah.

I don't know. I'm kind of

looking forward to going, actually.

Oh, first year.

What?

Sometimes when you're walking

down the corridors,

- the older kids will punch you.

- What?

In the stomach.

(SKUNK SHRIEKS)

(DILLON) Idiots!

- Watch where you're going, will you?

- (JED) Listen, mate,

it's not our fault

you can't ride your bike.

It's not my bike.

And I can ride it. Watch this.

Whose is it, then?

- That is a travesty.

- (DILLON) Hang on, hang on.

Right, you ready?

(LAUGHS)

Hey! You thieving little spastic!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you! I'll bloody kill you!

Twats!

- Yes!

- What the f***ing hell?

F***ing hell! (GAGS)

So who do you live with, then?

My auntie.

- Where's your dad?

- He's dead.

Dead?

He was killed in a fire,

along with my mum.

- That's terrible.

- And my sister.

I don't give a sh*t.

I was only five or six at the time.

(SKUNK) Oh.

(JED) Wow. Cool.

Our mum ran away

with an accountant from Birmingham.

Yeah? So are you a lesbian?

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