Summer

This film contains strong language.

I bet I could get down faster than that.

-You want a drink?

-Aye, go on, then.

Geronimo!

Daz!

-Beat this, you little bastards!

-Daz!

Ah, shit! Shaun!

You fucking maniac!

God! Shit! 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 fucking leave you next time.

Well, leave me, then.

Come on.

Ahh!

-For fuck's sake!

-Is it hurting you?

Good.

GROANING CONTINUES

Where are you going?

To get the rucksack.

And fucking leave me here?

Oh, that's better.

That's it, we're on a roll.

-Do you want one?

-No.

All right, Shaun?

-You all right?

-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?

7 out of 20.

-It's not my fault you can't spell.

-I can't spell.

Better off talking to a fucking dog.

-Get the kitchen cleaned up when you're done.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

'Come on!'

Come on, you lazy twat. Come on.

Come on, Shaun. Come on!

Leave him.

Shauny!

Shaun! Shauny!

-Shaun?

-'Shaun?'

< Shaun?

Shauny!

WATER LAPPING

-Mum says I've got to be back at nine, Shaun.

-Nine?

-Revision.

-Fuck that, it's a waste of time.

-Yeah, well, it would be for you.

Fuck off!

-How's your woodwork?

-Making a box.

-That's exciting.

-It's a fucking 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 all right in my coursework.

I'll give you a hand if you want.

-What, now?

-With your coursework.

-Aye, 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 all right.

Not as good as making babies.

-Get off, Shaun!

-That's if your ma lets me.

-She told me she hopes you fall under a bus.

-That's awfully nice of her.

What does she see in him?

She's fucking gagging on it.

-Oh, don't be rotten.

-Come on, Tracey.

Daz, do you need a hand there, mate?

-You coming?

-No, too cold for me.

-Katy?

-Boo!

-Fuck!

-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 fucking encourage him.

Now!

-Afternoon.

-Sod off and make someone else's life a misery, Shaun.

Love you, too.

Come on, Daz, hurry up!

Shaun, slow down!

I can't! Got no brakes! Come on, Daz, hurry up.

Aaagh!

-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 fucking dog wouldn't marry you.

-That's not very nice, is it?

Whoa, yeah!

-Do you want one?

-No.

-You got your sample?

-Yeah.

Lift the blanket up. You'll get cold. Keep yourself warm.

I'm all right! Fucking...

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 the way you're managing your diabetes, which is a little chaotic.

You missed the dandruff.

-Sorry.

-Darren.

Sorry, sorry.

You might have between four and eight weeks.

Oh. Best book a holiday, eh?

Still a chance of a transplant?

-I don't want a transplant.

-You don't know what you want.

You're worse than my fucking mam!

-Just top yourself now, then!

-For fuck's sake! Fucking hell.

We need to focus on getting you through the next few weeks.

We've got to think about where we can give you the best care.

We're doing all right, though.

Darren needs specialist help now.

-Like what?

-Well, we could think about a hospice.

I want to be at home.

-Fancy a drink, then?

-You're joking, aren't you?

It'll be my last chance.

-I'm not buying you a drink.

-I'll buy.

-You're skint.

Disability's due.

Oi!

Daz!

-Wake up.

-Sod off.

I told you, no disco dancing at night.

Fuck you.

Should have you put down.

Bollocks.

Right, you ready? One, two, three...

How's your bag?

It's that cheap vodka. It makes me piss.

We should have you plumbed into the mains.

Fucking very funny. My sides are splitting.

-Mr Biggs?

-Yeah?

-It's Shaun.

-Shaun?

-Shaun Sedman.

Shaun!

-Been a while.

-Yeah.

-How you doing?

-Keeping busy.

-It's Shaun, Karen.

-I know who it is.

-All right, Mrs Biggs?

-What do you want?

I were looking for an address for Katy.

You're joking?

No.

I thought she might be interested in what's happening to Darren.

-What about him?

-He's ill.

-Ill?

-Dying.

Leave her alone. The last thing she needs is a visit from you.

-I heard she's a teacher.

-You heard wrong.

She's a solicitor in Sheffield.

Why don't you give him her bloody phone number?

-Karen...

-Shut the bloody door.

I'm sorry.

-Right. No, Shaun, you can't go to the toilet.

-I need a pencil.

Right, spellings.

Country.

Country.

County.

County.

Believe.

Believe.

Because.

Because.

LAUGHTER

-What the fuck are you laughing at?

-You, you fucking spastic!

SHOUTING

-ALL CHANTING:

-Fight, fight, fight, fight!

SHOUTING

Fucking arsehole!

Bastard!

ALL SHOUTING

TEACHER: Get off him now! Get off him.

-Sedman!

-You fucking bastard! Who is a spastic now, eh?

Jesus Christ, what have you done?

-He fucking started it!

-My office!

SHAUN SHOUTS AND SWEARS

-Calm down, lad!

-Fuck off!

SHOUTING

He assaulted three boys, Janice.

He broke Paul Davey's jaw and fractured his skull.

-You are lucky he didn't kill him.

-He doesn't like it here.

He is disruptive and he bullies the other children.

He is not a bully!

I have two members of staff who will not teach him,

let alone complaints I have from other parents.

He can't keep up in class?

He is not even trying, Janice.

-He needs help.

-He has been getting all the extra help we can give.

He needs more.

Maybe you could help him a bit more at home.

So it's my bloody fault he can't read?

Of course not.

Shaun has got a below-average IQ.

Yeah, but you told me he should still be able to read and write.

He has always been borderline on entry to a special needs school.

Special needs?

You will have a fucking special need

if he doesn't read by the time he leaves!

He has left, Janice.

No, we've got a whole term...

He is going to be expelled.

I've got no choice.

Expelled?

I'm sorry.

-Janice...

-Fuck off! Come on.

All right, love?

-What are we going to do with you, Shaun?

-Don't know.

DOOR OPENS

-DAZ:

-All right?

-Hiya, darling. How is your mum?

-All right, thank you.

-Tell her I'll see her on Friday.

-I will do.

-Don't you forget.

-I won't.

Give us a chip.

Do you ever stop fucking eating?

And give me the brown sauce.

That is disgusting! How can you eat that?

-Do you want one?

-Oh, you are sick.

That's like my mum said last night.

She thinks I've got worms

because I'm not eating enough vegetables.

They're fucking foul though.

-Come on.

-Where are we going then?

-To rob a bank.

-Smart arse.

Fanny.

Three months?

I don't have to go back till I start secondary.

Lucky bastard.

-I should've broke his fucking neck.

-Three months off?

Ma said I fractured his skull.

-I need to hit someone.

-Hit Smithy.

What did your mam say?

She is not bothered about it.

-Really?

-Wasn't my fault anyway.

-Come on.

-Fuck it. Come on.

THEY SHOUT

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuckin... Argh! Jesus!

-WOMAN:

-What I want to try today is a basic job application letter.

OK? So, off you go.

Any problems, just give us a shout.

TAPPING OF KEYS

That's very good.

Good. Good stuff.

Shaun? Are you OK?

Do you want a hand? OK.

Let's have a look.

Good, not a bad start.

Now why don't you try the other kind of "woo"?

-Yeah?

-Half right, then?

You will get there.

Is that a promise?

Shaun, are you online?

No... Well, aye.

-You're meant to be learning.

-I know.

It's not porn again, is it?

-That was an accident!

-You were printing it out in colour.

Well, it's crap in black and white.

-Two minutes and I want that letter finished off.

-Yes, miss.

Stop it, you'll put the fucker out.

I won't.

God, it's freezing.

-Get closer to the fire.

-Lend us your jumper. Ta.

That's it now - you two are going to have to get married.

-Shut up.

-Swot.

Thicko.

-What are you smiling about?

-Nowt.

Thanks.

Love you.

Do you want to say you love me?

Are you OK?

Aye, apart from this fucking bramble up my hole!

Oi, Shaun!

-Come up for air?

-He doesn't look happy about it though.

Let's be serious. It's hardly winning the jackpot, mating in a bush with fucking Daz!

GUNSHOT

-Shit! Fucking hell, Shaun! Leg it!

-Come on!

Tracey, come on!

Oi! What the hell are you doing?

Shaun, fucking hurry up. The bastard has got a gun.

Come on!

Do you think he was watching us? You know?

Dirty bastard.

I'll be late.

Oi! Have any of you lot seen Tracey's pants?

-Her pants?

-My mum will kill me. I only got them last week.

-Daz will go back for them.

-Yeah, of course, and get shot!

Don't be stupid.

-I would go back for Kate.

-Yeah, but Kate doesn't wear any.

-Daz!

DISTANT SHOUTING AND ARGUING

SHOUTING CONTINUES

-It's no big deal.

-It's no big deal? Why didn't you fucking tell me?!

-You don't fucking care.

-I do care.

-It's only a warning.

-You're last warning, it says.

-Where the fuck you been going?

-I've been hanging out.

Right, I'll have the bus fares back then, eh?

-I spent it.

-Yeah, on fucking drink, I'll bet!

You want to give a fucking lecture on drink?

You fucking cheeky little bastard.

-I'll have you.

-Fuck you, Dad.

Fuck you too, you little twat!

Fucking bastard!

What's the matter?

The college has given the little bastard a written warning.

-What for?

-I thought he had been going.

-So did I.

-Fucking little sod.

He would be better off with his fucking mam.

Probably.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Weren't she pleased to see you then?

-She's busy.

-Busy? Doing what?

Doing very well for herself, by the looks of things.

I fucking told you, didn't I?

-Fuck off, Daz.

-What? What were you expecting?

A fucking blow job?

What about me shower?

I said, what about me shower?

Sorry, mate, you want your shower?

Fucking hell. Steady. Fucking hell! Shaun, what are you fucking doing?

You dirty bastard! You fucking twat.

There's your fucking soap.

Fuck off! You fucking wanker!

SHOUTING: Fuck's sake!

I'm fucking freezing, you twat!

I'll fucking get you for this. Go on, fuck off and sulk, you twat!

That's it.

DAZ CONTINUES SHOUTING AND SWEARING

I'm serious now. You're a fucking bastard.

I'll fucking have you for this.

-Shaun! What's going on?

-Nothing, I just fell over.

What's up with Daz?

-Wrong kind of shampoo.

-Come on in.

Fucking sulking still, eh?! Fucking lover boy!

-TO HIMSELF:

-Fucking little prick.

Once I get out of this chair, I will kick your fucking head in!

You're a fucking soft twat.

Pick on someone your own fucking size!

Come on, Daz, it loves you. Give it a wee kiss!

Argh.

It serves you right.

-He could have killed me.

-Huh?

-Shaun.

He tried to kill me with that horse.

It's a pony. Horses have to be bigger.

It looks fucking big enough to me.

What are you doing?

-Shaun's coursework.

-Right.

But that ain't exactly... It's not very...

-What?

-It's not very neat, is it?

It's not meant to be, is it?

If it has perfect handwriting, they might think he had help.

Yeah, that's true. You gonna help with mine?

No.

-That's not fair, is it?

-You're not doing any exams, are you?

-No.

-You haven't got any coursework, have you?

-No.

-Now go away.

-He's coming now.

Go on, then.

-What, on that?

-Aye. Go on.

-Piece of piss, mate. Watch.

-How's it going?

-Finished.

-Am I going to pass?

-Of course.

Just remember to write your name on the exam.

That's me fucked then.

-What's he trying to do to it?

-Come to daddy. How do I get on him?

Fuck knows.

-Stay still.

-I don't even want to know.

-WHISPERS:

-Shaun? It's OK. It's me.

Katy?

Shauny? Shaun!

Shaun, it's my dad. You all right?

All right.

Go back to bed. I'll be there in a minute.

-Hi.

-Hello.

-I'm looking for Katy Biggs.

I'm afraid she's very busy.

Right. I came a long way, just on the off chance, you know.

I'll see if she's free.

He says his name's Shaun Sedman. He says that he knows you.

What do you want me to tell him?

Erm...

Katy, are you OK?

Yeah. Sorry. Erm...

You just...

-I can't see him. Can you just tell him I'm with a client?

-OK.

-I'll make sure she gets that.

-Right.

Oh, fuck!

15 minutes.

-Fucking thing!

-Sedman!

One more noise out of you...

Argh!

-Sit down!

-Listen, I cannae dae it!

I cannae...fucking do it!

Get out now!

You're going to be fine.

-Mrs Sedman?

-Yeah.

Can I have a word, please?

The bones are badly crushed and he's severed the tendons.

He's lucky not to have lost it.

Will he still be able to use it?

He might have some use. It's...difficult to say.

-Right.

-How did this happen?

They said he did it to himself.

Why would he do that?

He gets upset at school.

-Upset?

-He's got a learning problem.

Has he had psychiatric help?

He's not mental, he's just a bit slow!

OK.

What's up?

What are you staring at?

Nowt.

You're getting fucking worse, you are.

Isn't it about time for your happy pills?

Oh, yeah. Do you want a couple?

Yeah. Fuck it. Why not?

LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

# Don't you like the way I move when you see me?

# Don't you like the things that I say?

HE TURNS MUSIC OFF

Here we are.

Thanks.

-I've seen your ma.

-Yeah, she said.

Aye. Nice blather, cup of tea and a biscuit. It was really nice.

Liar.

I think she may have mellowed with age.

Not really.

But then you never were very popular.

Nah.

How's your hand?

It's all right.

I really wish you would have said something to me.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

It's really great to see you, Katy.

-I should have kept in touch.

-So should I.

-I did write.

-I know, I know. My ma brought them.

You could have phoned me.

I did try and find you, you know, once I got out.

They said you were away.

Yeah. University.

Right.

So, how bad is Daz?

-Not so good.

-Well, that tells me everything.

Well, he's got a liver problem. Loads of other stuff.

Is that because of the accident?

That and the drink.

But it's...treatable?

Not really.

Not any more.

BELL RINGS

Be with you in a minute.

I shouldn't have come, should I?

No, Katy, I wanted you to come.

No, I shouldn't have come.

You should have done. I wanted you.

-No.

-Katy...

-Do you want the money or what?

Wait a minute! Katy, will you call me?

-You'll have to go back.

-Whatever.

-It won't heal right.

-Good.

Ow. Watch!

-What's up with you, Shaun?

-Nowt.

Why are you doing this?

-Fucking thing never worked anyway.

-My mum thinks you're mental.

-Fucking bollocks.

-She's told me not to see you.

-She's always saying that.

-I mean it, Shaun.

She's on about moving so I can go to Chesterfield Girls'.

Moving?

She wants me to do A-levels.

-I bet she does.

-She wants to get away.

From what? Me?

Yeah.

You're winding me up.

She means it. She says you're violent, out of control.

I'm not fucking violent!

Well, I'm not, am I?

-Only when you get angry.

-The fuckers shouldn't get me angry.

I'll tell Mam that. I'm sure that'll change her mind(!)

You're no' really going to go, are you?

I don't know. Mam seems pretty serious.

-We could get a flat.

-What, with all that cash you've been hiding from me?

You could still come and see me, though.

Shauny!

Shaun!

-Shauny!

-What is it?

It's Daniel.

He's at the club. He's pissed.

-So what else is new?

-Fetch him for us.

-I'm going to my work.

-Oh, come on, you've got time yet.

Won't take you long.

Cheers.

Have you seen our Daniel?

Not since I kicked the silly bugger out.

-What did he do?

-He tried to glass Dave Elliot's lad.

-Oh, fuck!

-He's a chip off the old block, he is.

All right, Shaun?

Daniel?

Dan?

You all right, son?

Come on, Dan.

Come on, Daniel.

Jesus Christ.

Look at the state of you, eh?

Come on, Dan. Waken up, pal. Waken up. Come on.

You all right?

Come here.

Come here, come here. Come here, come here. Come here.

You stupid bugger.

Aren't you?

Come on, son. We'll get you home.

Come on. What happened to your shoe?

Eh?

That's it, up you go.

That's it, I've got you.

It's not gonnae work like this, pal. Come here.

There we are.

You silly bugger.

What's all this I hear about you fighting? Eh?

Tracy's taking the fucking piss, mate.

Well, she's three weeks late.

Fuck off. You've no' even had her top off yet.

-It's not the top bit that gets them pregnant.

-Did you not use nothing?

-No, I ran out.

-I've got shitloads at home. You should have said.

-You weren't fucking there, were you?

-You are a stupid bastard, honestly.

-I don't care.

-What's she doing? She getting rid or what?

Don't know.

-Come on, lads, you know you're not meant to be here.

-We're just looking.

Shaun, you're suspended.

In case you were wondering, that means you DON'T come to school!

Daz needs the company.

Darren, you don't need to be here. You're not doing any exams.

I'm doing girls' netball.

We've already called the police, Shaun. Now I'm asking you reasonably, please go home!

-We weren't even doing nothing.

-Thank you.

HE COUGHS Wanker.

Very clever, Shaun.

You're a wanker!

..making it one of our most lucky lottery numbers.

And the next ball is number 40.

That's come up twice during the last month.

Number 37.

And the bonus ball...

number 29.

-That's the holiday off, then.

-Told you we should have gone for 43.

The other five numbers were just as fucking wrong.

I've got a new one.

-Oh?

-Serial number of the chair.

..And 40. So, congratulations to all our winners tonight.

-You want some tea?

-Yeah, go on, then.

Fuck off!

It's all fucking shite.

Daz, do you want some of this pork roll?

HE GROANS

Daz, do you want some pork or what?

Stop fucking about.

Daz?

Daz?

Hey.

Daz, for fuck's sake!

-Shaun...

-How's he doing?

He's not so good.

Thanks.

You might want to call his mother.

I already phoned her. She's in a taxi.

-Can I see him?

-Of course.

Hurry up. Some fucker's gonnae see us.

-Push!

-Fucking get off my head, you knob!

-Daz!

-What?

-Come here.

What?

Sure that's how you spell "wankers"?

For fuck's sake, it starts with a W. What more do you want?

You got a light?

What are you doing?

Mate, I'm burning my file. Watch and observe.

Burn, you fucker. Yeah. Come on.

-It'll burn better than that, though.

-Give us that. I'll show you a fire.

-What are you doing? It's not gonnae burn.

-Bet you it will.

It's got special paint on it.

So?

-Yeah, that means it's fireproof.

-How do you ken, like?

HE SINGS Gilly told me in detention.

What, fireproof?

-Doesn't matter what you do, it won't burn.

-Oh, won't burn?

Put it out!

-How am I supposed to put it out?

-Fucking do something!

ALARM BELL RINGS Fucking twat. Fucking hell, Shaun!

LABOURED BREATHING

WHEEZES: Shaun?

Yes, mate?

I've had enough now.

Are you going to stay this time?

I'm not going anywhere.

SIRENS WAIL

-Oi! What are you doing?

-Split up!

-Come back, Shaun!

-Just dump the bike and run!

-Can't just fucking dump my bike, can I?

Shaun!

SHAUN!

SIRENS WAIL

BRAKES SQUEAL

HE PANTS

Daz!

-Daz! Daz! Get the fuck off me!

-Stop it!

-Get the fuck off me! Bastards!

-Shaun!

-Get the fuck off!

-Get off him!

Get off me! Daz!

Shaun!

LABOURED BREATHING FADES TO STOP

INTERMITTENT BUZZ OF MOTORBIKE ENGINES

THRUM OF MOTORBIKE ENGINE

Give us a bit of that.

What's up?

I need to talk to you.

He's dead, then?

I'm sorry.

You'd best come back.

-I'm staying out.

-Daniel?

Don't fucking matter now, does it? He was a fucking pisshead,

a fucking waster.

He's dead.

HE SOBS

DEEP BREATHS

HE SOBS

Oh, God.

Oh, please, God.

Oh, God.

Hey, Shaun?

Daz?

Daz? It's me.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Are you all right, man?

Come on, you miserable fucker, get up, man.

Come on, Shaun, seriously. Get up.

Shaun. Fucking... You stink, man.

You need a wash.

I ain't fucking moving till you get up.

I'll see you later, then, yeah?

-Don't get hammered.

-No, Zoe won't let me.

Yeah.

How is she? She all right?

Fucking fantastic.

Seriously, Shaun, you should see her tits, mate.

HE CHUCKLES

All right, youth?

All right.

Oh, fuck! I forgot the wreath!

Come on, come on.

Wreath!

Hurry up.

All right, all right. He's not gonna run off, is he?

God so loved the world that He gave His only Son

that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.

The eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived

what God has prepared for those who love Him.

On behalf of the family, can I welcome you all

to our service? Thank you for coming

and sharing this special occasion

as we say farewell to our dear friend Darren.

Saying goodbye is always painful,

but I hope the pain will be eased

by the very special and positive memories we have of him.

GENTLE SPLASHES OF WATER

-It's freezing.

-Yeah.

-Do kids still swim here?

-Too dangerous now, they say.

Yeah, well, it probably is.

Nobody needs the woods any more.

All the kids have got cars to shag in now.

Still the romantic, then(?)

Why do I have to do this?

-Shut up moaning.

-What are you up to, Shaun?

You'll see.

-I really should be getting back.

-Kate, um...

..I've... I've wanted to say...

Yeah?

..that I've missed you.

Well, I've missed you, Shaun.

I still think about you...

..like we were

back then...

before.

Oh, Shaun.

Just cos I'm here now, you know, it doesn't mean...

No. I'm not expecting you to rip your gear off or anything like that.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted you to know...

..back then...

..was the best summer I ever had.

Oh, Shaun.

Oi! It's done. Do you want to fucking float it?

Yeah, all right.

(Bollocks.)

RECALLS VOICES FROM THE PAST

'It's not even that deep. Just go in!

'Everyone says it's 50 foot deep.

'Everyone says aliens run the chip shop.

-'There's pikes in here that bite your bollocks off.

-You're full of shit!'

CHILD SCREAMS

'Lovely and warm. Look!

'Look! Look! There's sharks.

'Fucking sharks! It was big.'

GUNSHOT

Shaun! Shaun, come on! Shaun.

Shaun!

The bastard's got a gun.

Come on.

Shaun, come on!

Daniel!

-What?

-Nothing.

I'll have to pay for that now.

I bet this is the first thing to go down on you in a while.

Cheeky bastard.

Bye. See you.

-Sorry if I pissed you off earlier.

-You didn't.

I'm quite housetrained these days.

Well, most days.

What's going happen to Dan now?

He'll stay with me.

You should go.

Yeah.

You know where I am if you fancy a bit of rough.

Just for old times' sake.

You really haven't changed, have you?

You can't blame a guy for trying,

not now you're driving a car like that.

All right?

Bye, then.

-Zoe's staying for tea.

-All right.

-What are you making?

Nothing till you clean up your bloody room.

Seen that.

# Strength, God give us

# Still wasn't to know

# And I'd lost my patience

# Commonsense

# Has to prove in

# So can I cover you oh

# Though it's not going to happen yet?

# I'm looking through you now

# And I've found our silence

# Commonsense has to prove it

# So can I cover you oh...? #

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