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.

- Get the kitchen cleaned up.

- 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.

- Get yourself inside now.

- 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.

Do you think she'll marry me?

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

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