God's Own Country Page #2
thinking you know it all.
Some of us just have to get on wi' it, like.
- Alright. It's just a night out.
- Aye, to you.
I'll tell me cows they can go
cos I'm off gallivanting around Bradford?
You'd like my uni mates. They're a laugh.
One of them's a real laugh.
What do you mean by that?
He's nice. You'd like him. He's funny.
Remember? Like you used to be.
Before I had to join the real world.
You know what? Forget it.
You can be a right pain in the arse,
John Saxby.
And not in a good way.
Yeah, whatever.
Enjoy your holidays.
(CAR APPROACHES)
DRIVER:
Wake up, we're here.Come on, we're here now.
Wake up. Hey, will you get out of my cab?
Will you stop f***ing around?
Come on, shift yourself. Will you wake up?
F***ing hell!
DRIVER:
Bastard.(CAB DOOR CLOSES)
(CAB DRIVES OFF)
(HE RETCHES)
Thought I told you I wanted
to get up to Top Fell early.
Aye, well, I can take you now.
I'll just pick the truck up.
You're too late. He took me.
Them ewes have started.
And what about that boundary wall being down?
Right. You can lamb up on t' fell,
rebuild that wall while you're at it.
- Can't we bring 'em down?
- No, you can't.
You'll learn, lad.
You should've bothered fixin'
t' fencing in t' back paddock
Might stop you getting kaylied
I have a few pints on a night-time. So what?
What else am I meant to do
apart from work, like?
There's f*** all else going on
round here, is there?
I'd keep a lid on it if I were you.
What's wrong with just wanting
a night out somewhere?
- Bradford or somewhere, I don't know.
- Don't talk daft.
I'm not you, you know.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
No one gives a flying f*** what I think.
I'm just here to slog me guts out
- cos you're f***ing f***ed.
- I'm what?
Nowt. Forget it.
Oh, no, you've clearly got
summat you wanna say.
Ow!
Jesus wept! I'm sick of this.
You, get on wi' it.
- You, come with me.
- What?
I said out!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Got a problem or summat?
No, I don't have any problems.
Good.
Gypo.
- DEIRDRE:
You forgot your big coat.- JOHNNY:
I'm not taking it.Well, don't come crying to me
when you freeze your arse off.
- I won't.
- At least have these.
And don't go mental on that damn bike.
Stinks of piss.
You doing any work today, gypsy, or what?
(HE SIGHS)
It will be a runt.
Suit yourself.
Get your arse into gear, gypo.
Do not call me that.
I know what you're doing.
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