Trespass Against Us Page #2

is now,

ever shall be, so help me god.

- Amen!

- Fucksake, Bennett!

F***ing hell, Gummidge.

Kenny's a f***ing idiot.

I've stood

up top the highest hill,

climbed up the highest tree,

looked as far

as my eyeballs'll stretch.

You know what, Tyson?

- It was still flat.

- - Flat, flat.

What about the moon, then?

How do you explain that?

I never did care for anything

any Gorgie did say,

nor his majesty the queen,

nor the army.

What my dad said were the truth

and I'd fight any f***er

who says else.

Your bloody dad

telling the same...

bloody story every bloody night.

I mean, does he actually believe

we buy all that bollocks?

Tyson actually does.

Next thing is you being born in a

manger to a bloody virgin Mary.

You used to think him funny.

Yeah, until he got Bryan

sent down.

Tell you something, love.

You get Lalled,

I'm not sticking round here

listening to him harp on.

No chance.

You did say we weren't living

with your dad forever, Chad.

Where are the kids?

Did you hear what I'm saying?

I'm not asking you

to move into an house.

Come on, Kelly cutler.

It's the weekend.

You did promise.

You know that, Chad?

I do promise.

You know it's compilated.

You can't stand up to your dad,

that's your problem.

I'll show you my problem.

You woke me up for this?

I wanna talk to you.

What's happening, then, Chad?

I'm tired.

Come on, talk to me, boy.

Nothing going on.

Sleep, that's all.

So why the f*** did you behave

like such a little twat yesterday?

Worse than the kids, you was.

F***ing ignore me!

What the f*** you done that for?

You got no idea, Chad.

No idea the troubles I've had

putting all this together.

And here you are, my eldest,

acting like the prize div.

You know what my dad

once said to me?

Yeah, I do.

What the f*** is

the matter with you, then?

I'm just trying

to look after my family, col.

What you say?

I'm your family.

You're forgetting

who you are, boy.

I swear to god, I will f***ing smash

your puny little f***ing skull

and then I will pluck

every little pubic hair

out of your bollocks

if I think you're getting

anywhere close

to being a f***ing Gorgie.

- Come here.

Give your dad a kiss.

All right, then, Tyson?

All right? Morning.

Glad you're here, me boy.

Just saying,

we got a job for you, we have.

Spell "free Bryan."

Fuh, fuh, eh...

Right, come on, you do it.

Right, there you go,

right there.

Spell it.

There we go.

That's it.

Now we're a proper crew.

You in with me and Ty,

then, Chad?

That's it.

There you are.

A little bit more.

That's it, you've got it.

Free Bryan?

Yeah.

Just the tip of the brush.

That's it.

Write "f*** gawas", Tyson.

Could've at least chored

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