Sweet Sixteen

This film contains some violent scenes and very strong language

-Who all wants a shot?

-CHILDREN: Me!

-25p a go. Pay Pinball.

-Get in a line. Get to the back, you!

-Money.

-Do you no' want a shot? ..You paid?

-Aye.

-Sure you've paid?

-Aye.

-See anything?

-Aye.

You cannae get a shot.

Time's up.

You can tell by its rings. Brilliant, isn't it?

See the big one? That's Saturn.

-You see it yet?

-No. Still stars.

-Still stars.

-Yeah?

-Still stars.

-What about noo?

-Still stars!

That big one - that's Saturn. You can tell by its rings. Right. Next.

You paid?

-Pinball, have they paid?

-Aye.

But they only get five seconds cos they only paid half.

-What do you see?

-Stars.

-Put it in your pocket. >

-You all right?

-I'm putting in 25 pence...! >

-Shh! Move. Go away.

Know how long a day is up there? 10 hours, 14 minutes.

-Fuck-all time up on Saturn if you want to do anything!

-Next.

-There you go, mate.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

See you later.

Do you want any cheap fags?

-No.

-They'll make you look better than you already do!

-No.

-No?

No, ta.

-Cigarettes?

-Want any cheap fags, mate?

-This PREVENTS heart disease.

Here, mate. Over 60, they'll help you with a hard-on.

-Ladies.

-Thanks for doin' business.

-Change?

-Oh, sorry.

-Cigarettes?

-Fags, no?

-Cheap fags?

-Tam! The wee boys back in again!

-Where?

-Over there.

Ho! Hey, you two! Ho! Come on!

That's three times this week you've been up here floggin' stuff. Oot!

-We're trying to keep your customers satisfied!

-Oot, Simon and Garfunkel!

-Move it!

-You cunt!

You want something? Here's tae you, Mrs Robinson!

Aye, ye...!

-How yous get on?

-Fuckin' buzzin', man!

-All sold?

-Empty bag, empty bag!

-This load?

-Aye.

-Shit!

-Bastards!

-It's the coppers.

You want to stand aboot or go doon?

-Hold on.

-Where you going?

-What you doin'?

What's he doin'?

-What's he doin'?

-All right, mate?

-Is it all right to come out, son?

-Brand new, mate.

-OK?

-Aye.

What the fuck? You little bastard!

-You wee bastard!

-Oh, fuckin' brilliant(!)

-No' use your fuckin' mirrors?!

-How can I see a bike parked there?

-Look! There's fuckin' tons of room!

-It's a fucking gateway!

-Fuck's sake! Where's my helmet?

-I dunno.

There's the wee bastard there wi' it.

< Wee bastard!

He's coming!

-STOP! Fuck's sake, man!

-Wait!

Give it up, boys! >

STOP! >

Oh, Christ! Look at the time.

Do you know what time it is, eh? Do you know what time it is?

We're LATE! That's what time it is, you little prick.

-What did I tell you? Do you never listen?

-Where were you?

-Oot.

-Is that all you can say?

-Your grandad's talking to you.

Your ma'll be worried sick. She'll be in that waiting room wondering where the fuck we are!

Put that in your mouth.

-Top of your teeth.

-Tell HIM to fuckin' do it!

Just do as you're fucking told! Stick it up in your gums. Hurry up!

Press it in, flatten it.

OK. Right, other side.

Right, let's see it. Look at me.

Smile.

Fuckin' smile!

Like a friendly wee hamster, the boy is, eh?

Right... When we get in there, right...happy families, OK?

I go for coffee. Come back with the coffee.

Wee accident...coffee spills.

I jump up, Grandad jumps back. Right?

In all the confusion, you kiss your ma. Pass it over. You got that?

That looks nice.

Can you take your cap off? Thanks. Can you put your arms up?

That's great. Cheers. Grab your phone. Table five, guys.

Hi, son. Hi, Dad.

All right, darlin'? Good to see you, hen.

-All right, angel face?

-Hi.

-Did you think we weren't coming?

-Uh-huh.

-We got held up.

Liam. Liam?

He's in one of his moods.

-How you doing, darlin'?

-All right.

-He's been like this all the way doon.

-Liam?

-Come on over here.

-His face has been tripping him all day.

-How've you been getting on at school?

-SCHOOL?!

-A wee scholar(!)

-He's not been to school for nine months!

Who fancies a wee cup of coffee, then?

-Aye.

-Milk and one sugar?

-You remembered, eh?

-Aye.

We've missed her, son, haven't we?

-(Aye.)

-Straighten your pus, you!

Are you all right, Mam? What's wrong with you? You can tell me.

-I'm all right.

-Is someone giving you a hard time in here?

-No.

You clean?

You know I've been clean for years.

What the fuck is THIS all aboot, then?

Stan set it up for the women in here. It's no' for me.

-What?

-Stan's getting a fortune off the women's boyfriends.

You get caught with this, it's six months MINIMUM.

You cannae last another six months in here.

-Do they strip-search you?

-They pick a couple of us at random.

-What if they pick you?

-I'll swallow it. I've done it before.

-What?

This isn't going on any more. No.

-Calm doon.

-You took the rap once for that bastard.

Mam, he'll be pissed if I don't do this, right?

Whatever he says, don't get upset.

-Liam, don't start, eh?

-Mam...

-Oh, for fuck's sake, man!

-Liam, gimme a hug.

OK? Aye? Sorry aboot the language.

I'm like a bull in a china shop!

Thanks, pal.

-Can't believe I just did that. Here's your coffee.

-Thanks.

Rab? Gonnae get us another cup?

I'll sit with my wee friend, here.

So, what do you think of your boy?

Gonnae give your ma a kiss, eh?

-Fucking tell him.

-Give your mam a kiss.

-Gramps? Do we have a laugh with him, or what?

-Laugh a minute.

A right wee comedian. Don't need a telly when he's aboot.

(Kiss your fuckin' mother!)

-See you later.

-Liam, please. Don't.

See if you don't kiss your ma goodbye, you little cunt,

I'm going to boot your fucking arse all the way to Greenock!

Now, kiss your fucking mother, you cunt!

-Stan, calm down.

-See you later, Ma.

-Liam?

-Let him go.

Do you know how much that's fucking cost me? Do you?

-Give us the gear.

-You want the fucking gear?

-Aye!

-Go fucking get it!

-You little fucking...!

Don't hit him in the face. His ma will see it! ..You fucking idiot!

Whoa! Enough!

You fucking idiot!

-Hey! That's enough! Where's the gear?

-Next time you will be walking like fucking Charlie Chaplin!

I'll break your legs, you wee cunt!

-It never went as far as that, Rab.

-It went over the fence, there!

-Ow! Ya bastard!

-Fuck's sake!

Laurel and Hardy of a fucking family! Get over the fence.

My balls are caught, you cunt!

Fucking feeble, you cunts!

See you, you wee dickheid, just you wait!

-Hi, Liam.

-Hi, Hazel.

-What's wrong?

-Nothing, hen.

-You sure?

Are you all right?

Liam?

You sure?

Take a bag. I phoned Chantelle - she knows we're coming.

Hey, boy! That's your lot!

Get it, get tae fuck and don't come back near this door again!

My fucking caring grandfather, eh? My own fucking flesh and blood. You fucking old bastard.

I love your fucking grandpa, man!

Here, you old bastard! How's your balls, you right cunt? Are they sore?

-All right?

-Aye.

-You give the place a bad name. Get tae fuck!

-Shut up!

-You scrounging bastards.

-You wee dick.

And you can dye your hair as well, Blondie!

-Who's that?

-What was THAT all aboot?

-They started it.

-You forget I've got to live here.

-Hello.

-They started giving us pelters... Hi.

-Hi.

< Stop staring!

Who's the bird?

The bird can speak for herself, wee man! >

-Sorry about that.

-"Wee man!"

-It's Suzanne.

-That's a nice name.

-That's my brother Liam and his pal Pinball. I met Suzanne at my night class.

-Night class?

-< The call-centre one.

-We were gonna join.

-The 0800 one!

Where you going?

-There's no rush. Sit doon.

-I can stick the kettle on.

-No, it's OK.

-Chantelle, I'll phone you.

-I'll phone YOU, if I get your number!

-What are you like?

-Is she away?

-BABY CALLUM TALKS

-Is she there?

-No, I cannae see her. Oh...! Look at that!

-Oh, aye!

-Get away from the window.

-No, we need to see this.

-THEY KNOCK ON WINDOW

-Phone me, doll!

Watch yourself.

-Liam, what have you done?

-I told you. I tripped.

You didn't trip. Turn round. What happened to you?

-I fell!

-You did not fall.

This'll sting.

Easy, Chantelle!

-You haven't asked about my mam.

-I don't need to ask.

-If you're good for wee Callum, you can stay.

-No, I'll pay my way.

Do you no' listen? If you're good for wee Callum, you can stay.

I'll no' be playing social workers. I'll no' be taken for a ride.

We share the cooking and housework.

-And no swearing - it's bad for Callum. No smoking - it's bad for Callum.

-No fartin' - bad for Callum.

Turn round.

-They'll no' take you back at school?

-That's one way to put it.

-What about the Children's Panel?

-I'm no' up for review till Mam gets oot... Aagh!

-Why no' do my call-centre class? They might take you on when you're 16.

-Pinball might be a priest(!)

Look at the state of you... Look at youself.

Gonnae get yourself sorted oot?

Liam?

Look at me.

-You gonnae sort yourself oot?

-Aye.

Promise me?

Get it. Get it. Get it.

CAR HORN

-Ho, ho! Callum, my man!

-Who's that? Is that daft Pinball?

Where did you get that?

-I've been driving about looking for one with a wean's car seat.

-Chantelle'll kill us!

-How's she gonna find oot?

-No, man.

-Callum, are you coming in?

-Yes.

-Course you are.

Coming with Pinball, aren't you?

I mean it, man, Pinball. None of your crap.

-If she finds oot, she'll go mad.

-Go on.

Ready, Callum?

-Ready?

-You all right, wee man?

-Whoa!

-Hey!

You prick! Fuckin' get a hold of it!

-CAR HORN

-What's he doin'?

-Fuckin' idiot, ye!

-The wee man's in the back!

-Calm doon!

-..You all right?

-Sorry.

-MUSIC: "The Magic Flute" by Mozart

-(Fuck's sake!)

-What are you fucking turning it up for?

-Get the birds in here.

-You take it. I'm looking.

-Fuckin'...!

THEY CHEER AND MUSIC BLASTS

-Fuck off!

-Yeah...! You like this, Callum? Fuckin' brilliant, man!

Here, here. Stop here.

-Hold on, Callum. Back in a minute.

-Where you going?

-I'm gonna look at this place.

-Two seconds, Callum. Where you going?

Six grand? That's all right, man!

What you doing?

Aw, look at it, man!

Look at that - two bedrooms, telly, microwave. Look at that table - you'd get six round that.

Ah!

Look at that view, man!

Oh, man! This is the stuff!

-See here at night with a clear sky?

-Fishing rod, couple of cans, couple of hens...

-Suzanne!

Nae cunt telling you what to do.

-A year's supply of pizzas!

-Mam would love this after all that time in that fucking cell.

-Aye...

-Paradise, man.

All right, Mam - it's your handsome wee boy sending you a tape.

Sitting here with a few of the boys - Pinball, Night-time,

-Side-kick - joint Employees Of The Month.

-Fastest pizza-slingers in the West.

-That's official!

Ma, me and Pinball were out in the country today. What a day we had.

This wee place we found - right by the water. Gonna take you there, soon as you get oot.

-Just ten more weeks. What was it like, Pinball?

-You'd love it, Jean.

I'm gonna take you there.

The wee man's doing brilliant. What a laugh he is, eh?

Right, boys. See you later. I need to go.

-I'm making this for my mum. Want to say hello?

-Yes.

Eh...hello. My name's Suzanne.

Em... Hope to meet you soon... and good luck. See you later.

-Cheers, Suzanne.

-See you later, Suzanne, right?

Lads!

Let's get a look at her.

What's all the fuss aboot?

-What yous all doin'? Where are you going?

-Is she there?

-Liam...? Pinball?

-Come on!

-Is she no' stunning?

Have you got the right lenses on them glasses? She's stunning.

-Pinball, THAT'S the best sight you can imagine.

-I'll be having that soon.

-You wish!

Side-kick, say something.

Eh... Hope your porridge isn't too lumpy, Jean!

I'm serious!

-Look at his face!

-What you all laughing at?

Side-kick, man - calm doon!

No' a bad day, eh?

-Where's your big bro?

-His bird's.

-Oh, lassie's getting changed there.

-Let's see!

-No, she's away.

-Fuckin'...!

-She's away.

-What did you see?

-Nothin'.

-See her tits?

-No.

There's your dad with your grandpa.

-He's no' my fucking dad!

-Stan. Sorry, mate.

-He could be your dad!

-Fucking shut up! Fucking arsehole.

-Who's that?

-That's Slobodan.

-Who?

-Slobodan McTavish.

-Who's that?

Scullion, you fucking dickheid!

-I'm gonna wind this cunt up.

-Your grandpa?

How would my grandad have a phone?

-Look at him.

-Shh! Gimme them.

-'Stan speaking.'

-Excuse me, sir - can I interest you in some double glazing windows?

-'No' the day, son.'

-What aboot a fitted kitchen?

-'No. I don't want fuck-all, know what I mean?'

What aboot one of our new dildos? You sound like a cock jockey!

'Fuck you, you little cunt!'

-Look at him, he's fucking raging!

-Look at his face!

-Think he knew it was me?

-No.

Let's see. I want to see him.

He's passing Scullion some dough.

That means they're gonna get a delivery... Fuck's sake!

-You fucking dancer!

-Fuck's sake!

This is a score! I know where they stash the drugs. We could get it.

-What?

-The gear. I know where it is.

-You want to break into Stan's?

-Aye! Get the gear.

-You're nuts!

-Don't be stupid!

-What's wrong?

-I might be daft, but I'm no' dumb! It's a daft idea.

I could get that caravan for my Ma.

-I'm not even thinking aboot this.

-We're nowhere with the fags!

-I'm happy with the fags.

-Look at the state of this place!

-Aye.

-Think of the caravan!

Look, this is big fucking bucks!

The caravan plus plenty left, man!

They'll no' get near us, the money we'll have!

-50-50?

-Aye, fucking 50-50!

-Aye, I should think so!

-So, where do they stash it?

-Under a board.

-In the hoose?

-In the kennel with the dogs.

-I'm DEFINITELY no' doing it!

DOGS WHIMPER

-DOGS SNARL

-The fucking dogs are there!

-Shh!

-Hurry up!

-You said you'd get rid of them.

-Fucking move!

DOGS WHINE AND SNARL

-(Hairy Baws! Here!)

-It's not worth it. They'll rip you apart!

Just come here! ..Here, boy.

Here...come here. Nae Baws - here, girl.

-Here, boy. ..Give us the sweeties.

-No, Liam...

-Here you are.

-Sausage...

That's Nae Baws - that's the lassie.

-Keep feeding them!

-Hold them! I need to get in there.

Here you are... Here! What's that?

Come here...! Hairy Baws - come here!

-Nae Baws - come here.

-Keep them fuckers there.

Here. Take it, here.

There... Here... There.

-Here. What's that?

-DOGS GROWL

Come on... Come on, come on! Here!

Is that it?

Thank fuck for that! ..What?

-Wait there.

-What you doing? Liam... No, come on!

Liam!

I'm serious, come on!

Liam! Liam, come here!

Come on! What you doin'?

SNORING

HE GRUNTS

HE SNORES

-What did you tell the police?

-Just left a message they couldn't ignore.

-Must've been good!

-They'll need to take the dogs out.

-The coppers aren't going in.

-That's what the bobbies will be for.

You'll get a shock when it's not there, you cunt!

Fucking idiot!

They're taking this fucking serious. That's the CID!

-The polis are going nuts cos they can't find anything.

-He thinks they've taken the smack!

Fucking dancer, man!

Four... Oh, fucking hell, Liam!

Look. Hey, Gramps - is your balls still sore? Have a lick of mine!

-They've been in his mouth!

-Give us a kiss, Pinball!

-Fuck off!

-Do you want a shot?

-No. Cannae risk losing any of this stuff.

How much do you reckon we've got here?

Good bag. It's good stuff and we can sell it.

-Two grand.

-Yes, man. We're gonna get that caravan.

-Eh, wee man?

-Aye, don't worry about that.

I used to watch my dad do this sometimes. It's good, isn't it?

My teacher always used to wonder how I was so good at maths and fuck-all else.

-Wish I could tell her how!

-Sure it's safe in here?

Aye. It's only me and my big brother. Anyway, he's no' into this.

You need this, mate. Definitely.

No. I'm no' wanting it.

-I'll use my heid.

-It's no' selling fags. These cunts'll have a go.

-I says, I'm no' wanting it.

And another thing - nae using.

I'm fucking serious. We're no' junkies! And all of this goes to the caravan.

Don't worry.

-Shake on it.

-Kiss on it.

-I'm fucking serious, man!

-So am I. Come on!

Shake on it.

Sweaty Betty!

Come on.

-Wait a minute.

-Want some gear?

-Last time I was here, I got ripped off.

-Want to see the bags?

-No.

-Down there, lads.

-Without all them cameras everywhere.

'All right, Mam. It's me.

'Just after putting the wee man in his kip. Chantelle's at her night class, so I've got him.'

See how big he's getting, Mam.

Sometimes he looks right at you - right into your eyes -

as if you're the only person he's ever met.

'Big news is we're selling fags by the barrowload.'

We're raking it in. You might have a wee surprise when you get oot.

'61 days, Mam.

'Day before my birthday.' ..How many do you want?

Anyway, here's another one of your wee favourites. See you soon.

'Cheerio, Mam.'

MUSIC: "I'll Stand By You" by The Pretenders

# Oh, why you look so sad?

# The tears are in your eyes

# Come on and come to me now

# Don't be ashamed to cry

# Let me see you through Cos I've seen the dark side too

# When the night falls on you You don't know what to do

# Nothing you confess

# Could make me love you less

# I'll stand by you

# I'll stand by you

# Won't let nobody hurt you

# I'll stand by you

# So, if you're mad get mad

# Don't hold it all inside

# Come and talk to me now... #

That's £4,500 to be payable by the 30th of November.

You'll need to get Mrs Maguire to sign here.

-Aye.

-Here's the key.

-When will she be back?

-No' for a couple of months. She's on a course down south.

-What's her contact number?

-She's a high-flyer. She doesn't like being disturbed.

What's her employment, if you don't mind me asking?

She's part of the prison service.

See you later. Bye.

-You're a pure brass-neck.

-How?

-How will you pay for that?

-Do I ask about your financial affairs?

-Did you get it?

-Black and white.

-How will you get the money?

-A guy from Bristol is going to bring us up fags -

-vanloads of them!

-Fags'll get you this?

-Yes.

He's been selling stuff since he was seven.

-THEY GIGGLE

-Callum, wait!

Don't drop him.

-He'll get it.

-You get the gate.

-There you go.

-Yes, wee man! You getting it?

-Run! Run!

-Wait till I get the door.

Come on, get it open!

I'll get keys cut for all of you.

-The picnics we're gonna have in here.

-Picnics and conversations.

-Come on over here.

-Sit over there, Callum. We'll get a picture.

-Sorry, that's your sister!

-Hands off!

Hey, hands to yourself, you prick!

-Get in a bit closer.

-Callum, come on up.

I'm goin' oot with your sister, by the way!

-Aaagh!

-Right, come on.

Run. Catch up!

THEY LAUGH

Don't fall on they stones, Callum.

Walk slowly, then. See? Will I hold your hand?

Look, throw stones. Here.

That's the record so far.

-That was about 15, 16...

-Where we gonna get the money? Four grand?

-We'll get it.

-Hey!

-Hey, you!

-But by November?

-Aye!

-Don't think so, Liam.

-Trust me.

He's got Chantelle's eyes.

She was gorgeous at that age.

She was a really good baby.

-I tell him aboot you all the time.

-No, you don't.

-I do!

Your photo's above his cot, so he'll know you.

Aye, she's lucky.

-He's beautiful, isn't he?

-He looks like you.

-He doesnae.

-Chantelle's dying to hear from you.

-You should write her a wee note.

-She can't stand me!

Anyway, I've got a wee... big surprise for you.

-What?

-Take it.

-Let me see it.

-I'll bring it next time.

-Show me, Liam.

-No...

-Let me see. What is it?

-What is this?

-A caravan.

-I know it's a caravan.

-No' the council's, no' the bank's, it's OORS, Mam.

I bought it.

-This must have cost a fortune.

-I'm paid a fortune!

-How much?

I've paid the deposit and the first instalment.

-Looks lovely.

-Nae junkies, nae polis - just me and you...

and Chantelle and Callum, if they want. You need to sign for it, Mam.

It's in your name, Mam. It's yours.

Sign there. It's oors.

-Have you REALLY thought about this?

-Aye!

-Are you sure?

-Mam, I'm positive. Just gonnae sign?

-Just sign.

-You sure?

-Aye!

-There's another two.

-Two?

-How many is that?

-That's 42.

-Fuckin' hell! They must be making a fortune!

-Aye, definitely.

-See if we cut them off at that wee shortcut?

We could make more in an afternoon than in a week.

Big Jay fuckin' Ellis stays there - a serious coconut!

We'll be careful. Keep a look-oot a couple of days.

You want thrown oot a window? Stabbed in the balls?

We need a few days to make the contacts. Cut them off there, do business, then lay low.

Where? One of your daft planets? They'll find us there as well!

-I could lose the caravan!

-Fuck your caravan!

-Know what? Fuck you! I'll do it myself.

-Don't come back to me...

-You prick!

-Shitebag!

-You'll fucking never do it. Fucking nutcase!

-All right, mate?

-Where you off to?

-To get a bit of stuff.

-I've got a bit of gear here.

-Any good?

-Brilliant.

-Sure?

-Better than THAT cunt's.

-Gie us a ten.

-All right, boys.

-All right.

-Looking for any gear?

-What you got?

Good idea, mate!

Got it, lads?

Tosser!

"I've got some gear!" Fuckin'...

Gimme my gear!

Fuck! Liam! LIAM!

LIAM!

More where that came from! Fuckin'...!

Hard man, eh? FUCKIN' PRICK!

-Gie us ma fucking gear!

-Fuck off!

-Fuck you!

-It'll be all right.

-All right?

-Just like that, man.

-Sure?

-Ma fuckin' gear!

-Oh, you fucker!

Arsehole!

Fuckin' stay back this time! I'm fuckin' gonna kill you!

-Fucking stay down!

-Come on!

-Fucking dickhead!

-I think my nose is broke.

-Ah, it's all right.

I've done mine, too!

-But mine's broke.

-His fuckin' head's all broke.

-It's fine.

-Does it look OK?

-HO!

-Gimme my fuckin' gear!

-He's a fuckin' nutter!

I'll nail your head to that fuckin' wall!

-I'm gonna kill this bastard!

-Gie him the stuff!

-Gie him fuck all!

-Gie us the fuckin' gear!

-Move!

-Gie him fuck all! Fuck's sake!

-Fuck off!

-You wee git!

-You're dead, old yin!

-I'll have them!

DISTANT SHOUTING

You want that caravan, don't you?

You're fucking nuts, mate. Come on.

How many times have I done this?

-Done what?

-This.

"Hey-ho, hey-ho, orphan weans have to go."

Do you remember? At the children's home?

A whole gang of them. "Where's your mammy?"

You ran oot and you fought three big boys. They all thought you were brave.

I didnae.

I was screamin' from the window.

I heard your arm snap.

When they let you go, you STILL managed to laugh in their face.

You didnae fight them because you were brave. You just didnae care what happened to you.

That's what broke my heart.

It's just another kicking for you.

How can you really care about us if you don't care for yourself?

Turn round.

TURN ROUND!

What am I supposed to tell the wean in the morning?

You tripped? Some junkie stole your fags and nearly killed you?

All wee Callum's got in the whole world is me and you.

Naebody else.

What happened to us isn't gonna happen to him.

Never.

Over my dead body and I SWEAR it.

I want peace in this hoose.

-Hi, Suzanne. How you doing?

-Aye, you prick! My arse!

-She sent me a text. She wants a date.

-Don't talk shite!

-I know she fancies me.

-She's missing my body, mate...

-Ah...

-I says...!

-Get fuckin' in there!

-Ho!

-Move!

Move your fuckin' arse, now!

Fucking... Liam!

You two better be on your best fucking behaviour in here.

Bring the bastards here.

Fuck's sake! Gonnae watch?

Fuckin' stand there!

Don't fucking break anything.

Fucking stand in peace, wee man.

Just fucking shut your mouth, son.

INAUDIBLE

INAUDIBLE WHISPERS

Wee man - stop ogling at the pool!

Fucking get your arse in line!

-How are you, gentlemen?

-(It's Al Capone!)

-What did you say?

-Say that again, you wee fanny.

-Al Capone!

-Cheeky wee cunt. Gie him a cold shower.

-Hold on!

-Hold on!

-He's nothing to do with it, mate. I organised everything.

-Sit doon.

-What you gonna do to him?

-Fuck him. Sit doon.

Show me your arms.

Do it.

-Aye, he's clean.

-Good.

-How old are you?

-15.

-Who supplied you?

You afraid we'll shop you?

I don't do that...EVER.

I don't need to. I DO need to know who supplied you, though.

-Do you know why I'm asking?

-In case somebody else tries to muscle in.

Is that the case?

-I stole it from Stan.

-Stan Irvine?

-Aye. He's going oot with my ma.

I knew where he stashed it, so I stole it.

-And my granda's teeth.

-Could be true - he's blaming a bent cop.

-It IS true. I set him up.

I phoned the polis to cover me.

-Stan's no' the sharpest.

-You thought we'd tell him? You'd get a tanking?

-He doesnae bother me.

-But he might take it oot on my mam.

-You took some chance.

-Stay away from oor fucking shops.

-Especially Big Jay Ellis's.

You might be a breath of fresh air, but there's a lot of wasters trying my patience.

-Do you know what initiative is?

-Ha!

-Laughing at your boss's jokes?

..Ho!

Aye, we might just get on.

INAUDIBLE

-Get out, you wee fuck!

-Fuck's sake!

-Gie us ma fucking trainers.

-Next time, you'll get two broken legs. Nae trainers!

Fuck's sake! I'm fucking freezing!

-You couldnae keep it shut!

-Gimme your jacket.

-It'll get wringing!

-The state of you!

-Fuck you!

There's your fucking pal!

-I'm gonna get him back!

-It looks like it, you fucking idiot!

If we prove we can do this - and that's a big "if" - we get a regular supply.

More we sell, bigger oor cut. Like a business.

They want reliable dealers. No' junkies that use more than they sell.

-What's wrong with what we're doing now?

-Where are we gonna get more gear from? That's no' shite?

-The guy's cool.

-He's a cunt.

-You saw the health club. He's class!

-They'll do you in, just like that.

-We just need a couple of months.

-We stick together, we'll be rolling in it.

-What about me and you?

-We do it together! A partnership.

-I don't trust him.

-We can learn from this guy.

-Learn to arse-lick?

Decide or I'll find somebody else!

-Do you want to end up a waster, like your old man?

-That's nice(!)

-Or do you want to do somethin'?

Have a chip.

-Fuck off...! He's still a cunt.

-A RICH cunt.

So, what next?

We've got to prove ourselves. We've got to sell more than anyone else.

-Gotta move fast, but.

-I can get us a motor.

-Too flash, man.

I've got it. I've fucking got it!

What?

Tell me.

Gonnae fucking tell me?

Mopeds.

-I'll be two minutes.

-You better be! I've got another delivery to make.

You better hurry up, all right?

-A tenner?

-Cheers.

-It's brilliant stuff.

-You got a phone number?

-On for them again?

-Aye.

Where is he, man?

-Hurry up!

-Chill out!

-I've got more to deliver!

Fuck's sake, man!

A bit of speed. Come on!

-Turn left.

-I've no' got time for a detour!

-What you doin'?

-I'm no' fuckin' doing it!

This is fucking ridiculous!

This cunt's taking his time. I've only delivered one pizza!

There he's there. I need to go. ..Fucking MOVE!

-Fuck's sake!

-I said two minutes.

-You've been five. Get on!

Fucking hurry up, man! Move! Fuck's sake!

-Fucking arsehole!

-Calm doon!

It's no' my fault. This is bad for business.

I've got pizzas here - fuckin' freezin'!

Fuck's sake.

See if you drove as much as you talk, we might get somwhere!

-Fuck! Fuck!

-Help! Help!

-Where've you been?

-Sorry if it's caused any inconvenience.

-Inconvenience?

-An hour and a half ago, I phoned!

-I had transport difficulties.

I could have got one from Italy!

-I got held up.

-Held up? You think you're fucking Dick Turpin?

-Sorry.

-I hope it's the right pizza.

And it's fucking freezin'! Stick your pizza right up your arse and that'll heat it up! Fuck off!

Is this funghi or Hawaii? Funghi.

I cannae read your writing!

-Where have YOU been?

-Calm doon!

-There's six orders waiting!

-He takes ages, man!

-We took a detour.

-Western Europe?

-We've a reputation to protect.

-The slickest and the fastest - destroyed in one night.

-Come on!

-How much tips you make a night?

-It's nothing to do with you.

-How much?

-£5, £6...it all depends.

That's fucking pish!

Want your money, or not? Come here.

Plenty more, if you both stop greetin'!

-Is that for me?

-And him.

-We can compromise, if it works like this.

-He's all happy!

-He's fucking shut up now!

-Have you cut that gear?

-I'll do it later.

-Sitting on your lazy arse! Get the gear cut!

-What?

-I've been here before you!

-Get the gear cut!

-I'll do it later.

-Better be cut tonight!

PINBALL MUTTERS

Get oot! Get oot!

Fuck's sake!

My wee brother's all grown up! THEY GIGGLE

He's turned into a man!

-What's a man gotta do for privacy?

-What are you shaving?

Fuckin' look at that! It's no' funny!

-You've missed a bit!

-Get oot!

-Do you want me to help?

-Get oot!

-Do you want help?

Get OOT!

-Did you ask what he wanted us for?

-He just said be here for half nine.

-Are you worried?

-No. Did he sound nervous or angry or anything?

What would he be angry about? We're doin' good business.

Just be cool, man.

They're on time, anyway. Just play it cool, right?

-All right, lads?

-Jack. Tony.

-All right, wee man?

-Hi, Jack.

-Ginger?

-Aye, right.

-Get in.

-Cheers, lads.

-Where do you think you're going?

-What the fuck are you doin'?

-See you later, son.

-Liam!

What's going on, man? Fuck's sake! LIAM!

Come on tae fuck!

LIAM!

FUCKING HELL!

Fuck's sake!

You want to dump that wee prick.

-That's my best pal you're talking about.

-If you want to go anywhere, drop him.

-Listen to Tony.

-Do you know this man?

-Aye, Scullion.

Scullion.

-Be sure and remember his face, OK?

-Aye.

Hello, Maureen? Aye, it's Tony.

Aye, we'll be there in a minute. Just wait at the back door.

See that door? Maureen's a barmaid. She'll let you in.

She'll have something for you.

Scullion's in there with his team. Wait till he goes for a slash.

Follow him into the bog. We'll make sure nobody gets in. He'll no' expect nothing from you.

What?

-You're gonna do him in.

-You mean kill him?

-Aye.

-You're doin' him, wee man.

-You're in with the big boys now.

OK?

OK, Liam - come through here.

Listen, the bar's through here. Your guy's out there, sitting at the bar.

The toilet is through there.

You got that? I've got something for you.

I'll be at the bar, and I'll let you know when he's coming through. OK?

Liam? ..Liam?

He's going now.

-LIAM!

-Whoa!

-You're all right, son.

-All right, wee man?

-Put it doon.

OK, wee man? Nearly had my fucking knackers off, there!

You're all right, son. You're one of the team!

-You're all right. It's one of us.

-You fucking bastards!

I thought you were after my fucking tadger, son!

Liam - see that? You can fucking keep that, pal.

You done fucking BRILLIANT!

-Well done, son! Well done.

-Get this boy a fucking drink!

LOUD DANCE MUSIC ALL: Liam!

-I'll get everybody a drink tonight.

-Well done, Liam, man!

Good, eh?

-Chantelle, what did you bring?

-Eh?

-Did you bring sannies?

-What do you usually bring to a picnic?

-And juice?

-Aye.

-You're no' getting any!

-I'm dying of thirst!

-That's for the picnic.

-What's she like?

-CALLUM: You're not getting them till the picnic.

-OK.

What's the matter?

What's happening? Liam?

Liam? What's happened?

CALLUM: I want to go in the caravan. CHANTELLE: You stay there.

What happened, Liam? Liam...

CALLUM: Don't go in it! Liam, don't!

Liam... Liam... Liam! Liam! Shh!

Who would have done this to you?

Liam!

CALLUM CRIES You stand there with Suzanne.

Liam, you've upset the wean. Come oot.

-I'll fuckin' kill him!

-Liam...! CALLUM CRIES HARDER

Open this fuckin' door, Stan! You're fucking dead!

-Open the fucking door!

-He's no' fucking here!

-Get him oot here, you old bastard!

-Get him oot here!

-He's not fucking here!

Hey, you! Fuck off! Go on!

-When I get my hands on him, he's fucking dead!

-Shut it!

I cannae understand you without your teeth!

-You just... You try that! I'll come doon there...

-What?

-Fuck off! You fuckin' dare!

-What?

-You dare! See you, you cunt!

You stupid, wee fucking baw!

You wee cunt! Fucking wait till I get a hold of you...!

You stupid, wee fucking arsehole!

Wait till I get you - you skinny wee cunt!

A fucking mess you've made here!

I'm all right, Mum. We're just gonna stay in with Liam tonight.

He's had a wee bit of bother today. I'll tell you tomorrow.

Mum, it's all right. Don't panic. I'll tell you tomorrow.

I'm fine, Mum.

I don't need my pyjamas. I'll borrow Chantelle's. ..OK?

You'll need to get Liam's.

Mum...the doors are already locked! SHE GIGGLES

Bye, Mum!

-She's a pure heid-nipper.

-Sounds all right.

She's a pure nightmare.

CAR HORN BLASTS

REPEATED BLASTS FROM CAR HORN

They better stop that noise. See if they wake that wean...?

Who is it, Liam?

-Douglas.

-Who?

-What the fuck are they wanting...?

-Who's Douglas?

-Nobody. The pair of you stay in here.

-You better not bring trouble to my door. Who is it?

LOUD TECHNO MUSIC ON CAR STEREO

Douglas's car, wee man! Who's got it? Pinball!

-I told you I'd get revenge on the prick.

-What are you all aboot?

-Are you fucking stupid?

-Fuck up, you brown-nose!

We're fucking dead if you don't take this back!

Me and you are no more, you two-faced prick!

-You fucking idiot! Do you know WHO he is? You daft wee boy!

-Fuck off. I'm oot of here!

-HE REVS ENGINE

-Hold on! Fucking hold on!

-Get oot my road!

-Whoa...

-I'm goin'! Get oot my road!

(Fuck!)

LOUD TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS

ENGINE REVS AND TYRES SQUEAL

Fuck with me? Don't give me a cold shower, eh?

-HE REVS THE ENGINE

-Let's go!

BURGLAR ALARM SQUEALS

HE LAUGHS

All right, kid?

-Mr Douglas...

-Can I get you coffee?

-Yeah, espresso.

-For yourself?

-Same as him, please.

-Sure.

-I SWEAR on my nephew's life, we'll pay every penny back...

-Never mind.

-I've just bought your pizza place - put it in Tony's name.

-You've bought Franco's?

-Aye.

I want you to buy three new bikes, sort out some good boys and run the show. OK?

-When does your ma get out?

-Three weeks.

-What you gonna do?

-Fuck knows. If she stays with Stan, she'll get a season ticket to where she is.

-I'm trying to get another caravan.

-Forget about it.

I rent out flats. One's come free.

It's modest, nice views over the river, decent neighbours...

You take your ma there.

And if it works out - and I think it will, Liam - you can buy it over a period of time.

-Why you doin' this?

-You work for me, I take care of you.

Easy as that.

And you can have these as soon as you take care of that wee prick, Pinball.

Mr Douglas, he didn't know what he was doin'.

He's had a hard time. His dad was a junkie. I'm all he's got.

I'll sort it out. He'll apologise and I'll pay you back.

Hey! If you can't deal with this, get oot now.

He's like a brother to me!

Listen, an opportunity like this, for somebody like you, only comes once.

INDAUDIBLE

-Is there any flats up here where the junkies go?

-That one.

-Cheers.

-Any of you seen Pinball?

-No, mate.

-No.

-I'm fucking serious! Tell me where he is.

-No' seen him.

-Honest, mate. Not seen him.

Boo!

Hi, mate - wanna sign my stookie?

-All of you, get oot! I want a word with him.

-Don't move.

-Get fucking oot!

-Don't move, man.

-Get fucking oot!

-But we...

-I mean it!

-Get oot! I'm no' in the fucking mood, mate!

-I never done...

-Go on.

-No bother... Hold on.

-Tracy, man...

-In case somebody steals it.

-Fuck's sake...

-Get my jacket. That was nothin' to do with us.

-See you later, Chris!

-See you.

Oh, brown-nose!

Don't move! Something on your nose.

-Speck of shite. Rich man's shite!

-Shut the fuck up! We need to talk.

Here to do me in?

-Do me in! Go! Fuckin' do me in!

-Calm down.

-One arm behind my back, to give YOU a chance.

-Listen...

-Mohammad al Pinball, eh?

-Fuck off!

-Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee!

-Calm doon!

-Put your hands up!

-Pinball, listen...

-Like that?

-Go on...

-You've got an act to sort oot, you cunt.

You got anything in here? Drugs?

Oh! What's THIS?

A blade?

-What you gonna do with that, Liam? Gonna go like that?

-Fuck off!

Put it doon, right?

So, you were here to do me in. Here, take it.

Are you a man or mouse? Fucking take it!

I'll help you. Ready?

The caravan? That's right - fucking Pinball burnt it. It wasn't Stan, it was me.

-Don't lie to me...

-Don't fucking move!

I knocked a motor, can of petrol... BOOM! Up she went! Shame(!) Don't fucking move!

-You...

-You fuckin' hurt me! I'd have done anything for you! ANYTHING! But you fucked me about.

-Bastard...

-Fuckin' get back!

You want the chance now? There, fuckin' do it!

-Bastard!

-Still no' doing it? I'll do it. You put me through pain!

-What you doin'?

-And another one!

-Pinball, what you doin'?

-See what you've done?

-What...?

-Give me the knife!

-Leave it! Leave it!

-You came to fuckin' do me in!

-What did you do that for?

I'm your FUCKING pal, and you came to do me in!

You were gonna do it, weren't you?

Ambulance, please - 119 Mitchell Street.

-Fuck your ambulance!

-Hurry up, please.

You fuckin' stupid bastard!

-Get your face up.

-You were gonna do it.

-I wasnae!

(You stupid bastard...!)

Tony?

All right, mate. Right... It's been done.

Aye.

POP MUSIC PLAYS < Great banter flying about.

< Couple of mates, a few pints, you know...

-That woman's been on the phone three times for you.

-Not MY fault.

It gets at us, cos you're not in the shop, are you?

-Is that all the addresses?

-It's just like an address book.

Two tenner bags, mate?

-There you go, mate.

-Cheers.

Here's your pizza.

-It was a good game.

-I think they gave too much at the start...

No, you don't stamp them at all!

-Excellent, by the way. Thanks a lot.

-Hi, Angela.

-What are you doin'?

-Selling pizzas.

Aye, right(!) You're selling drugs. I just seen you!

-It's only pizzas...

-She's got a wee boy in there - he's only two.

-I've got pizzas to deliver.

-See what you're doing? You're scum!

Oh, I've got some news.

-I came first in my test.

-YOU did?

-Aye!

-Brilliant!

-I've got a job in a call centre.

-I'm proud of you.

-It's only part-time.

Suzanne's mum's gonna help me with Callum. I'm dead chuffed.

-See that guy we're selling fags for?

-Uh-huh.

-He rents out flats.

He's pleased with me. He's offered me a flat for when Mam comes out.

Right...

That's great. That's what you've always wanted.

It's got everything - new washing machine, central heating...

Chantelle, there's plenty of room for you and Callum.

Chantelle, how no' give her just one more chance?

Liam, she didn't want me. She didn't want you.

-She was a wee lassie!

-Nothing's changed.

-Give her a chance.

How many chances has a wean got to give?

-You're far too hard on her. She's desperate to see Callum.

-Liar!

Look, I got a set of keys cut for you today. These are YOURS.

Come on.

-Liam, I don't know.

-What's holding you back?

I'm scared.

-I know you think it's for the best...

-It IS!

You and Callum away from here and my Mam out of jail.

I don't know.

Chantelle...

-Chantelle, open the door.

-MUFFLED CRYING

I didn't mean to upset you. I was thinking of you and Callum.

Come on, open the door.

-I'm all right...

-Please open the door.

-No.

I'll give you a cuddle.

-So, what time's she due oot at?

-Half ten.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello?

All right, Tony. How you doing?

Aye. Did you see Stan for us?

Look, Tony - you sure this cunt's no' gonna turn up?

Cheers, Tony - I appreciate it.

Right, mate. See you.

-It's been a long time since I was here.

-Better get used to it.

-What?

It's a surprise! Find out when we get there.

-Do you know where we're going, driver?

-Don't ask me.

-My lips are sealed.

-Liam, where are we going?

It's a surprise!

Who lives up here?

-See that set of stairs, mate? This is brilliant.

-This do you?

Here we are.

-You're kidding me on!

-No! Why don't you just open it?

Oh!

I still think you're kidding me on.

I'll show you the kitchen.

Built-in oven...with microwave.

-Dishwasher!

-Dishwasher?

-Very nice. Very classy.

Balcony.

-Imagine this in the summer, Mam.

-It's beautiful, isn't it?

I'll show you around.

-Wow!

-Wee dressing table.

Your en-suite bathroom just there, Mam.

Bathroom in my bedroom?

-And a shower.

-Like it?

-I don't know what to say.

You don't need to say anything, Mam - it's all yours.

Does Stan know about this?

DISCO MUSIC PLAYS

-A big, warm welcome back for Jean.

-THEY CHEER

We've all missed her very much. So, Jean - this is a song from me.

-What fucking time do you call this? I'm starving.

-I've not had a break.

-Put them in the kitchen.

-Any sign of Stan?

-No, he's no' been aboot.

-Keep an eye out for him.

-Aye.

MUSIC: "Let Me Entertain You" by Robbie Williams

# Life's too short for you to die Grab yourself an alibi

# Heaven knows your mother lied Mon cher... #

DOOR BUZZER

We're up on the top floor.

# ..So come on Let me entertain you

I know, I know!

-Cheers for coming. ..How are you, wee man?

-Watch your fingers.

-Where have we to go?

-There.

-In here? This is lovely.

Chantelle, you came. Thanks, hen.

Good to see you.

Hiya.

Hiya. Look at your lovely suit.

He's not shy. Who are you kidding?

-Coming to see your granny, Cal?

-We don't call him Cal. His name's Callum.

-What?

-His name's Callum.

-Want a wee drink?

-Yes.

"You Stole The Sun From My Heart." I want to see you all dancing.

Come on, I'll get you a beer.

< Chantelle...? Oh, hi.

-There's Suzanne.

-Right. < Nice to see you. How have you been?

-I'm gonna see Anne-Marie.

-Right.

MUSIC: "You Stole The Sun From My Heart" by Manic Street Preachers

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

# You stole the sun from my heart

# You stole the sun from You stole the sun from... #

-Is he sleeping?

-Aye, that's him asleep.

-Can you not just stay the night?

-Aye, shame to wake him. We'll stay.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-What you doing up this early?

-You're just up late.

-Where's Callum?

-He's still in bed. All the excitement must have tired him out.

My heid's fucking pounding.

-Want to stick that kettle on?

-Uh-huh.

Mam up yet?

Eh?

What's wrong with you?

She's gone.

-A wee walk will do her good. She had one too many last night.

-No, Liam - she's gone.

Gone where she normally goes. The same usual as always.

Liam!

Liam, calm doon!

-This is your fucking doing! What did you say?

-I never said nothing!

-Oot my fuckin' way!

-Liam, calm doon!

-Get oot my way.

Where's my fuckin' other shoe?

Liam, let her go!

She'll drive you mad. Let her go! Liam, listen to me.

It's not that she doesnae care - she CANNAE care! She's a crazy, lost wee soul and she'll ruin you too!

I saw you talking last night! If you've drove her back to Stan,

-I'll fucking...

-Stan? If it's no' Stan, it'll be somebody else and somebody else!

-She was so happy last night.

-Don't lie to yourself!

-WHERE'S MY TRAINER?

-Gimme my shoe.

-Liam, calm doon.

-Gimme my fucking shoe!

-Please...

-It's ME that cares for you.

-So, you're worming your way in here...

-We need you...

-Your twisted lies...

-I'm no' like that!

-You've never gave here a fuckin' chance!

-She's had too many.

-"His name's Callum!" Fucking rubbing her face in it.

-Listen to you!

-What did you say to her?

-I never said nothing.

-Gimme the fucking trainer.

-No. NO!

-Don't make me do something I regret...

-Go on.

-Don't...

-GO!

Just like Granda, like our fathers, like Stan!

Like all the other losers! Like our mam!

-Join the club!

-Fucking...!

-Liam!

-I'll fucking...!

-Liam, don't!

-No...

-You're a fucking, poisoned wee cow!

-I fucking swear... Look at me!

-Liam...

When I get back, you'd better be fucking oot of here! Hear me?

-Are you on, mate?

-Aye.

-Gilmore Street.

-Where's my mam?

-What the fuck do you want?

-Little big man's come to see you.

-Mam, what you doing here?

-Come for another hit?

-No, it's no' it.

-Fuck's sake, you never learn!

-Come on, Mam. Let's go.

-No, Liam.

-Never mind what he, Chantelle or anybody says.

-This is so sad.

-Liam, you don't understand...

-Come on!

-I cannae!

-Fuck's sake!

-Stan!

-Don't be scared of him. He can't hurt us any more.

Come on. Where's your bag?

-STAN CHUCKLES

-Liam! Come here!

-You're wasting your time.

-Stan, shut up!

-Don't tell ME to shut up! He comes storming in here!

-Mum, come on!

-I cannae, Liam.

The flat's a fresh start for us.

Chantelle's gone. It's just me and you.

Do you think she wants to move in with YOU?

-You make her stomach turn.

-I'll come and see you later.

-Mam, let's go.

-I cannae!

-You know what you can do, son?

-Stan, leave him.

-Sit doon!

-Leave my mam alone.

-You can send one of your fucking silly tapes. "Mammy, I love you!"

The caravan? What did you say aboot the caravan?

-Fucking oot in a field, in the middle of nowhere. Great(!)

-Liam, it wasnae like that.

-It was!

-Tell him the fucking truth, Jean!

-That is the truth.

-Mam...

-Your silly wee fuckin' hoose! Think you're goin' up in the world in fucking Gourock?

-Mam...

I love you. He doesnae love you. Can you no' see that?

-I need you, Mam.

-Well, I love your ma and she loves me. Get that through your fucking thick heid!

-There's the door. Leave!

-Stop it.

-Liam!

-Fucking leave, you bastard!

-What you doin'?

LIAM! WHAT YOU DOIN'?

-LIAM!

-Bastard...

-What've you done?

-Fuck off!

-Stop it! Oh, no...!

-LIAM!

-Look at me!

-STOP IT!

-Fucking look at me!

-Oh, my God! No, Liam!

-Piss off!

-Stop it!

-Kill the cunt...

-Liam, what have you done?

-Oh, my God!

-STAN CHOKES

-Stan...

-Get a fucking ambulance.

Fucking bastard stabbed me! SHE WEEPS

MOBILE RINGS

-Hello?

-'Liam...? It's Chantelle.'

-Hi.

-'Are you OK?'

-Uh-huh.

-'Where are you?'

Dunno.

'Is it true?

'Everybody's looking for you. The polis have been round.

'Oh, Liam...

'What a waste!

'What a WASTE!

'It's your birthday. You're 16. Do you know that?

'What are we gonna do?

'Hmm?'

Chantelle, my batteries are running down.

'I love you, Liam.'