Sweet Sixteen Page #3

social workers.

I won't be taken

for a ride.

We share the cooking

and the housework.

There will be no swearing.

It's bad for Calum.

There will be no smoking.

It's bad for Calum.

No farting-- bad for Calum.

Turn around.

They won't take you

back at school?

That's one way

of putting it.

What about

the Children's Panel?

I'm not up for a review

'til Mum gets out.

Why don't you come

to my call center class?

It doesn't cost nothing.

And they might take you on

when you're 16.

Pinball might be a priest, eh?

Look at the state of you.

Look at yourself.

You gonna get yourself

sorted out?

Liam, look at me.

You gonna sort

yourself out?

- Aye.

- Promise me?

Get it, get it,

get it.

Calum, my man.

Who's that pal?

Is that daft Pinball?

Where did you get that?

Pinball's been driving about looking

for one with a child seat all day.

No chance.

Chantelle will kill us.

No, she won't.

How she gonna find out?

Calum, are you coming in?

Course you are. Come on.

Come with Pinball,

won't you?

I mean it,

none of your crap.

If she finds out,

she'll go mad.

Go.

Ready, Calum?

Are you all right,

wee man?

You're a prick.

F***ing get hold of it.

You f***ing idiot!

- We've got the wee man in the back.

- Calm down, it was miles away.

- You all right, wee man?

- Sorry, Calum.

For f***'s sake.

What are you f***ing

turning it up for?

Here, here, stop here.

Hold on, Calum.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Where are you going?

- I'm gonna look at this place.

Where are you going?

Six grand.

It's all right, man.

What are you doing?

Oh look at it, man.

I'm gonna look at this.

Look at that, man.

Two bedrooms,

telly, microwave.

You'd get six

around that table, no bother.

Oh, look at that view, man.

Oh, yes, man.

This is the stuff. Imagine being here

at night with a clear sky.

Fishing rod. Couple of cans,

couple of hens as well.

Suzanne to keep

you company.

No c*nt telling you

what to do.

Year's supply of pizzas.

Oh, lovely.

Mum would love this, after all that time

cooped up in that f***ing cell.

Paradise, man.

All right, Mum,

it's your handsome wee boy here,

sending you a tape

to cheer you up.

I'm sitting here

with a few of the boys--

Pinball, Nighttime,

Sidekick-Joint employees

of the month.

The fastest pizza slingers

in the west.

"And that's official,

by the way!"

Me and Pinball

were in the country today.

See this wee place we found.

Right by the water.

Brilliant for a picnic, Mum.

I'm gonna take you there

as soon as you get out.

Just 10 more weeks,

we'll be together.

- What was it like, Pinball?

- A lovely view. You'd love it, Jean.

As soon as you're out,

I'm gonna take you there.

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