Cruel Summer Page #3

that's all, never mind.

- [Mrs. Evans] Well I

think he has everything.

He's even taken his dad's

fishing rod.

- Right so he'll be going down

fishing by the river will he?

- Maybe.

Something like that, anyway.

Also, try the arcade.

He might have stopped off there,

too.

- Well, if we've missed him,

not to worry.

Just let him know we called,

we'll see him soon, yeah?

- [Mrs. Evans] Have you tried

his mobile?

- We ain't got his number.

- [Mrs. Evans] Well I can

give it to you if you want.

- Listen, it's fine.

We'll find him.

Cheers.

- If he's thrown all his

money on those machines,

give him a clip from me, okay?

- Yeah, we will.

- Bye, Mrs. Evans,

have a lovely weekend.

Ah, ain't she lovely?

(moody atmospheric music)

- Do you think she knows?

- Knows what?

- That her son's a

kiddie-fiddler.

- Of course she f***in' knows.

Why do you think she don't want

him going round the arcades?

- That is f***ing crazy.

Would have thought she kept him

locked up.

- Yeah well, let's hope we find

him first,

before he finds some

little girl.

- How are we gonna get to him

if we don't know where he is?

Could be f***ing anywhere.

- Did you not just hear what his

mom said?

He's gone fishing.

So he's either gonna be

at the river or the lake.

- That's f***ing miles away

and I ain't got no money.

- Right, so we'll go the arcade,

and if we don't find him,

we'll take it from there.

F***.

- Alright.

F***ing hell.

(peaceful atmospheric music)

Alright, mate?

- Alright, mate, 10 crismers

and a bottle of rum, please.

- [Cashier] Yeah, I just need

to see your ID, please, mate.

- [Nick] Are you taking the

piss? I look older than you.

- [Cashier] Yeah, Challenge 25,

you know?

- [Nick] You what?

- Like, if you look under

25, I need to see your ID.

- F***ing hell, here.

(sighs)

That's a provisional that,

mate, you've gotta take that.

- No, I don't.

I can refuse whoever I want

and if you're gonna show me

a driving license, then

I need to see a full one.

- [Nick] Yeah but you've served

me in here before with that.

- No, I didn't.

Look, it's not gonna happen,

mate.

Hey!

- [Julia] Knob!

(moody electronic music)

I hang around with fiends

selling powdered dreams

Yeah

Yo

Man, I hang around with

fiends selling powdered dreams

Laying down to sleep, it

clicks in and they now believe

Paint lines depicting

victory in strange times

Dreams are unreal and

real at the same time

So I never sleep with the

light on

Embrace that energy that they

hide from

Python's tight grip, wide

fist, life is just a trip

I wanna make the most while I

still can

Real badly seeking

adrenaline

Feel bad never

reaping the benefits

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