The Selfish Giant Page #4

- Oh, well.

- We look stupid, Arbor.

- Doesn't matter

if we look stupid,

does it, though?

We're not stupid.

Just going out

to earn a bit of money.

Know what I mean?

Got about 3 quid there

or summat.

We'll bang halves.

That's sick, mate.

- Look at that.

- That is massive.

Bradford massive.

Bradford massive.

Wicked, wicked.

- F*** me!

Hey, come on.

Hurry up.

What?

- What's this crap?

- Aluminum, that.

Hang on.

And a bit of brass.

- Right, dump that over there

and help them lads get

bright wire out of that lot.

- All right.

- Steve.

- Swifty, get wire out of that.

- Hey, what time

do you call this?

You got to be back by 5:00

for weigh-in.

Hey, what's with the face?

Do you want to go round

with a pram like them two divs?

25 quid to hire

the horse and cart.

- I thought it were 20.

- Yeah, well, you thought wrong.

Price of copper's gone up.

My price has gone up too.

- Tight bastard.

- What did you say?

Pay up or f*** off!

If you haven't got the money,

you can't take him out.

Simple.

Now turn round

and see to f***ing Diesel.

What are you looking at?

Get on with what

I asked you to do!

- You lads working for Telecom?

Thought you worked for Railway.

- Right, what you got for me,

lads?

- We got bright wire,

legacy cables,

unmarked, untraceable.

- Poly-sheathed cable.

- Processed?

- Aye.

And 40 of these.

10 kilo copper bales.

- What are you giving?

- I reckon 21/2 grand,

tops.

- F*** off. 31/2.

- 21/2 grand.

- 31/2.

- If you took it in

and weighed it for 3,

it'd be no less.

Weigh it in then.

- F*** weighing it in.

- Hey, you two.

Get that barrow

and bring it over here.

21/2 grand.

- And put f***ing kettle on.

31/2.

- F***ing hell, Swifty.

- Come on.

Bring that barrow over.

- Ay, don't forget

your f***ing pan, kid.

- 49 armored.

Add it all up.

Take it to the back.

Give us your pan.

One of ali.

- And one of brass.

- Aye, he's a good trotter.

- The best.

- Yeah, well, everyone you ask

got best, haven't they?

I've had a lad training Diesel.

He's fast, very fast.

5.

That's for you.

- Ta.

- Hey.

And that's for you.

- Ta.

- Hiya, Mick.

You all right, lads?

- Bye-bye.

- Bye, darling.

2,960.

That's one...

Two...

2,960.

All right?

- Hey, ya.

How you lend a horse and cart

for me and Swifty

and we'll bring you back

some proper scrap?

- You've no experience.

F*** off.

- Hang on. Hang on.

His granddad used

to be a rag-and-bone man.

- You should be at school.

- I hate school.

I'm a f***ing scrap man, me.

- Nah, nah, nah,

listen to this, mate.

He's a proper grafter,

this one.

- Does he ever shut up?

- Are you up for it, then,

Kitten?

Chip 'n' Pin v. Diesel.

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