Trespass Against Us Page #3

a decent car.

First car I ever chored

was a 6r4.

No, you never.

Have that!

Let's go again.

Let's go to St. Paul's

and find Johnson.

No, man, let's keep on

at lovage.

The motherf***er needs baiting.

We've been at him all day long.

I'm gonna gel.

You lot carry on.

- Right, I'm driving.

- I'm driving.

No, I'm f***ing driving.

I'm driving. I'm driving.

- Let me drive.

- I'm driving.

How am I gonna get home?

In that.

Ah, great.

The hottest car

in Gloucestershire.

Every Gawa in town

looking for us!

F***in' hell.

- Come on, mush.

All right there, Chad?

You know where he is.

Let's see him, then.

Six minutes.

A clear winner.

Should improve, too.

A beauty.

You serious about this, then?

Needs a bit of clearing up,

but with a bit of work...

Never mind about that, Noah.

It's all right, innit?

Got potentials.

Thing is, Chad,

you and your Kelly and the kids

are welcome up here...

but we can't be having your old

man and his whole lot pitching up.

We're a settled community,

no troubles,

and I wanna keep it that way.

It's all I want too.

Somewhere near school

for Kelly and the kids.

Good.

There is one other thing, Chad.

I'm not doing this

behind your Colby's back.

I can't be on the wrong side

of your dad.

Listen, I wanna take it.

It's yours

unless I hear otherwise.

Means what I said, though.

Give me a few days

to sort my sh*t out, okay?

Cushty?

Thanks, Noah.

All right, Chad?

Nice little stunt

you pulled earlier.

Do you think I give a sh*t

about some driving misdemeanor?

That was very original, Chad.

Well done.

Was it daddy's idea?

Did daddy tell you to do it,

did he?

Don't know what you're on about.

How's Kelly?

Getting old, ain't he,

your b*tch?

All right, trousers.

Richard cutler,

you're under arrest

on suspicion

of driving a stolen car.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention,

when questioned, anything

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say

may be given in evidence.

Could've f***ing murdered you.

What were you doing

up there anyway?

- Up where?

- You know where.

I know his poxy site.

Just having a mooch.

A mooch? Stroll on.

Gotta buy Tyson a b*tch, ain't I?

It's his birthday next week.

Hadn't even got up there. Lovage

just come out of nowhere.

Prick.

Stood no chances.

Right.

Got a job for you tonight,

all right?

F*** that.

Some fatements in this one.

Can't be doing with all that,

not tonight, mush.

Oh, well, that's tough.

It's all set for tonight.

What's the matter with you?

- What?

- You heard.

It's Sunday.

Why has it gotta be tonight?

'Cause I f***ing said so!

Can we turn

this f***in' music off?

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