Neds Page #5

I'll come back and do you worse

than those boys ever could.

- You got me?

- Got you.

On your way, son.

F***ing state of them, man.

How do you not just get a new pair?

- Can't afford them.

- How? Your mum and da are minted.

Say they spend too much

on my school fees.

- I can give you my pair if you want.

- How come?

My ma says if I get a paper round,

then I can get a Provy cheque.

- What's a Provy cheque?

- You never heard of a Provy cheque?

F***'s sake!

You can get them up to 100,

then pay it back a pound a week.

- I'm getting one for 25 f***ing quid.

- Really? That'd be good. Cool.

Is that a tennis racket?

I don't even know why I've got it.

Never play tennis.

Picture Bruce Lee with this thing.

One minute a poofy bastard,

next minute you're f***ing rattling c*nts.

F***!

F***, man.

- F***'s sake.

- Sorry, I didn't know you put it there.

I'll get my dad to sort it.

it's fine. It was an accident.

Move.

- Is Julian home?

- No, he's not here just now.

Er...do you know

when he'll be back?

He's at his aunt's so he'll be late.

- Can I leave these here for him?

- What is it?

- Football boots.

- No, he'll not be interested in those.

- Will he be in tomorrow?

- I don't know.

I don't think you should come

round here again. All right?

Good. Off you go.

- Quality, man.

- Aye.

Where you going?

- Up the road.

- Where's up the road?

Just up there.

- What's in the bag?

- Football boots.

- What size are you?

- 8.

F***ing let them go.

You're an 8, aren't you, Keyman?

There you go, I swatched them.

Any money on you?

Provident cheque.

F***ing bonus!

25 pound.

New pair of f***ing Docs for me, boys?

- I'll be having halfers.

- Will you, f***, you wee dick!

You talking about? I dug him up first.

Did you, f***. You done nothing,

you wee shitebag.

What? You f***ing think

I cannot take this knob on?

Come on. Come on!

You want a square go?

Aye? F***ing come on then.

You wee f***ing shitebag.

F***ing...

Yo, wee man.

You Benny's wee brother?

- What?

- What?

- That's Benny's wee brother.

- Is it f***!

- it's not Benny's wee brother.

- Smash his c*nt in!

I'm not taking Benny's wee brother's

football boots. He'll f***ing murder me.

- Punch his c*nt in. Show us!

- Benny's wee brother, aye?

Telling you, T,

he'll kick your f***ing head in.

Just looking after that for you, mate.

Know what I mean?

- I've seen him.

- You're on your own with this one, man.

If you're gonna hit him, do it now.

Go. Go on!

- Do you want a drink?

- You f***ing dick! What?

So, John, are you teaming up

with us?

- Who are youse?

- What do you mean, who are we?

Car-D, my man!

Benny's the Car-D,

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