Summer
I bet I could get down faster than that.
- You want a drink?
- Aye, go on, then.
Geronimo!
- F***. Daz!
- Beat this, you little bastards!
- Daz!
- Sh*t. Shaun!
You f***ing idiot! God!
- Sh*t! Shaun!
- Jesus!
- Are you OK?
- I can't feel my legs.
- Very funny.
- I told you I could beat them kids.
- What a prick.
- You've got to have some fun.
- I'll f***ing leave you next time.
- Well, leave me, then.
Come on.
- For f***'s sake!
- Is it hurting you? Good.
- Where are you going?
- To get the rucksack.
And f***ing leave me here?
Oh, that's better.
That's it, we're on a roll.
- Do you want one?
- No.
Alright, Shaun?
- You alright?
- Aye.
How's your dad?
Asleep.
I've got a test tomorrow.
- What about?
- English.
I need some help.
- Spelling, is it?
- And other stuff.
- What did you get last time?
- Seven out of 20.
- It's not my fault you can't spell.
- I can't spell.
You're better off
talking to a f***ing dog.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on.
Come on, you lazy twat. Come on.
Come on, Shaun. Come on.
Leave him.
Shauny. Shaun.
Shaun!
Shauny!
- Shaun?
- Shaun?
- Shaun?
- Come on, Shaun.
Shauny?
Mum says I've got to be back at nine,
Shaun.
- Nine?
- Revision.
- F*** that, it's a waste of time.
- It would be for you.
F*** off.
- How's your woodwork?
- Making a box.
- That's exciting.
- It's a f***ing waste of time as well.
- Everything's a waste of time to you.
- That's cos it is.
- It's better than nothing.
- I suppose.
Woody reckons I can pass
if I do alright in my coursework.
- I'll give you a hand if you want.
- What, now?
- With your coursework.
- If you want.
- What do you have to do?
- Write a bit about my project.
- Doesn't sound too hard.
- Then I've got an exam.
You'll do alright.
Not as good as making babies.
- Get off, Shaun!
- That's if your ma lets me.
- She hopes you fall under a bus.
- That's awfully nice of her.
- What does she see in him?
- She's f***ing gagging on it.
Don't be rotten.
Daz, do you need a hand there, mate?
- You coming?
- No, too cold for me.
- Katy?
- Boo!
- F***!
- Go on, then.
You'll have to catch me first.
- Come on, Katy!
- Come on.
Hey! Hey!
- Right, see you later, then.
- See you.
Katy.
- Coming.
- Night, stud.
- Don't f***ing encourage him.
Now!
Afternoon.
Sod off and make
someone else's life a misery, Shaun.
Love you, too.
Come on, Daz. Hurry up!
- Shaun, wait up.
- Shaun, slow down.
I can't. Got no brakes.
Come on, Daz. Hurry up.
- Shaun, slow down!
- Katy!
- It's your mam.
- I can see.
- We can do a runner.
- Scary.
- You were meant to be in an hour ago.
- Mrs Biggs.
I'm coming.
- See you.
- See you.
Even a f***ing dog
wouldn't marry you.
That's not very nice, is it?
Whoa, yeah!
Come on, Daz!
- Do you want one?
- No.
- Did you bring your sample?
- Yeah.
- Lift the blanket up. You'll get cold.
- Alright.
- Keep yourself warm.
- I'm alright.
F***ing...
- Oh, God, smell that nurse.
- Behave yourself.
I want one for breakfast.
- Morning.
- Any chance of a bed bath?
- Sorry, love.
- God, I love this place.
- Have you been feeling sick?
- Yeah.
- Worse than usual?
- Yeah, I suppose.
- Is there blood in the vomit?
- No.
- Aye!
- Well, just a bit.
So am I dead, then?
Well, the cirrhosis
is very advanced.
The liver function is deteriorating
and that would account
for the jaundice and the vomiting.
There's also further kidney damage
and we really need to sort out
the way you're managing your diabetes,
which is a little chaotic.
You missed the dandruff.
Sorry.
- Darren.
- Sorry, sorry.
You might have
between four and eight weeks.
Oh. Best book a holiday, eh?
- Still a chance of a transplant?
- I don't want a transplant.
- You don't know what you want.
- You're worse than my mam.
- Just top yourself now, then.
- For f***'s sake. F***ing hell.
We need to focus on
getting you through the next few weeks.
We've got to think about
where we can give you the best care.
We've been doing alright, though.
Darren needs specialist help now.
Like what?
Well, we could think
about a hospice.
I want to be at home.
- Fancy a drink, then?
- You're joking, aren't you?
lt'll be my last chance.
- I'm not buying you a drink.
- I'll buy.
- You're skint.
- Disability's due.
Oi! Daz!
- Wake up.
- Sod off.
I told you, no disco dancing at night.
F*** you.
- Should have you put down.
- Bollocks.
Right, you ready? One, two, three...
How's your bag?
It's that cheap vodka.
It makes me piss.
We should have you
plumbed into the mains.
F***ing very funny.
My sides are splitting.
- Mr Biggs?
- Yeah?
- It's Shaun.
- Shaun?
- Shaun Sedman.
- Shaun!
- Been a while.
- Yeah.
- How you doing?
- Keeping busy.
- It's Shaun, Karen.
- I know who it is.
- Alright, Mrs Biggs?
- What do you want?
I were looking for an address for Katy.
You're joking?
No. I thought she might be interested
in what's happening to Darren.
- What about him?
- He's ill.
- III?
- Dying.
Leave her alone. The last thing
she needs is a visit from you.
- I heard she's a teacher.
- You heard wrong.
She's a solicitor in Sheffield.
Why don't you give him
- Karen...
- Shut the bloody door.
I'm sorry, youth.
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?
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