This Is England Page #2

You're drawing a fine line.

You're drawing a fine line. Eh?

Bloody hell!

- Where the frig have you been?

- Bloody Ada!

Took me an hour

to get someone to go in for me.

You had to wait a bloody hour for that pie?

Give me that sh*t.

For God's sake.

- Who the f***'s he?

- What is your name?

I'm Shaun.

Shaun, I'm Woody, mate.

Nice to meet you.

That there's Milky, my main man.

Pukey's a nutcase. Don't wind him up.

That's Kez. He's pretty chilled out.

- And this fat idiot's Gadget.

- (Laughter)

You are, Gadget, you are.

Anyway, Shaun, move.

You're in my seat.

What?

Move.

Gadget, mate, out of all the places to sit,

you want to sit there?

- Yeah, I do.

SHAUN:
Shall I move?

What are you asking him for?

Move, now.

- He don't have to bloody move.

- F***ing does. Get out.

Oi, it's a free country.

You sit there if you want to sit there.

- Have you seen these?

- Woody, tell him.

Woody, tell 'em.

Get the f***...

Calm down.

Will you just calm down?

F***ing behave.

You need to learn when to chill out.

What...?

Get the f*** out of my seat now!

Out of this tunnel

or I'll make your life a living f***ing hell.

- F*** off!

- F*** out!

- You're a pain in my arse.

- You're all a bunch of bastards!

Oh, f*** off!

You prick!

Shaun, come back, mate.

- Sit down.

- Oh, bloody hell.

Shaun! Sh...

Oh, I feel bad. I feel bad now.

Well done, well done. Are you happy with

your f***ing pie now, you prick?

You're a frigging bully, Gadget.

TV:
...see what you can do with this.

What C is a fodder plant...

(Door closes)

- Hiya, love.

- Hello.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Had a good day at school?

Shaun?

What's wrong, love?

Shaun, come here.

What?

Sit down.

I want to have a word with you.

Why?

Please, son, I want to talk to you.

What?

What have you done to your face?

Nothing.

You've got all scratches all over your face.

Have you been fighting?

No, I did it on the way home from school.

You didn't. You're lying to me.

How have you done it?

It was a boy at school.

He made a joke about Dad, so I hit him.

Well, what did he say about Dad?

I don't wanna say it, Mum.

It's disgusting.

Shaun, I want to know what he said.

I've been picked on three times today.

All because of my trousers.

What's wrong with your trousers?

Look at the f***ing size of them!

Stop swearing.

There's nothing wrong with them.

- Your dad bought you them.

- They're too big for me!

If you didn't want to wear them,

you should have put your school ones on.

It's non-uniform day, Mum.

What do you want me to do, Shaun?

I don't know what to do.

- We could move away.

- We can't move away.

We're not moving from anywhere.

We live here and we're staying here.

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