Summer Page #2
Right.
- No, Shaun, you can't go to the toilet.
- I need a pencil.
Right, spellings.
Country.
Country.
County.
County.
Believe.
Believe.
Because.
Because.
What the f*** are you laughing at?
You, you f***ing spastic.
F***ing arsehole!
Bastard! Bastard!
- Go on, hit him!
- Kill the bastard!
- F***ing bastard!
- Get off him! Now!
- F***ing...
- Get off him.
- Sedman!
- You f***ing bastard!
- Who's the spastic now?
- Jesus Christ! What have you done?
- He f***ing started it!
- My office!
Get off!
F***ing leave me! You'd f***ing better!
Calm down, lad!
F*** off!
He assaulted three boys, Janice.
He broke Paul Davies's jaw
and fractured his skull.
- You're lucky he didn't kill him.
- He doesn't like it here.
He's disruptive
He is not a bully.
I've two staff members
that won't teach him,
let alone complaints
I've got from other parents.
- He can't keep up in class.
- He's not even trying, Janice.
He needs help.
He's been getting
all the extra help we can give.
Well, he needs more.
Maybe you could help him
a bit more at home.
So it's my bloody fault
he can't read?
Of course not.
Shaun's got a below-average IQ.
But you told me he should
still be able to read and write.
He's always been on borderline
of entry to a special needs school.
Special needs?
You'll have a f***ing special need if
he doesn't read by the time he leaves.
- He has left, Janice.
- No, we've got a whole term...
He's going to be expelled.
I've got no choice.
- Expelled?
- I'm sorry.
- Janice.
- F*** off!
Come on.
Alright, love?
What we gonna do with you, Shaun?
I don't know.
Alright?
- How's your mam?
- She's alright.
Tell her I'll see her on Friday.
I will do.
- Don't forget.
- I won't.
Give us a chip.
- Do you ever stop f***ing eating?
- Give me the brown sauce.
Oh, that is disgusting.
How can you eat that?
- Do you want one?
- You are sick.
That's what my mum said last night.
She thinks I've got worms
cos I'm not eating her vegetables.
They're f***ing foul though.
Come on.
- Where are we going, then?
- To rob a bank.
- Smartarse.
- Fanny.
Three months?
I don't go back
till I start secondary.
- Lucky bastard.
- I should've broke his neck.
- I fractured his skull.
- I need to hit someone.
- Hit Smithy, he wouldn't notice.
- What did your mam say?
- She's not bothered.
- Really?
- Weren't my fault anyway.
- You coming?
- F*** it, come on.
You f***er!
- F***!
- Shaun!
- F***!
- F***ing hell!
Jesus f***ing hell!
So what I want to try today
is a basic job application letter. OK?
So off you go.
Any problems, just give us a shout.
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