Hey! Maxxie!
Fuck me...
You're just a kid.
You're mental.
Thanks.
Ready?
Hey, Jal! Where's your moves?
-Fuck me senseless. -Whoa!
Yeah. He's hot, man.
Ah, you gay boy!
Here I come, Cas.
I'm coming!
It's OK, Tony.
Come on.
No way. Look who's coming. It's Tony Stonem.
Oh, my God! Tony, hi! You look so, so OK.
Not like... Well, they said you were like a total mong
and I would have been so pissed if you were a vegetable and had to be switched off, yah?
Do I know you?
Tony! You do... You know me really rather well.
Remember?
You were a very naughty boy. But I forgive you...
-Is it all still working, yah? -Sorry. Can't place you.
You remember, Tony. How you said I was like your total dream shag?
I said that?
Because Michelle had the funny tits, and was so boring,
and you wanted to go out with me cos I had the longest tongue you ever...
He can't...place you.
Oh...
Come on, Tone.
Tongue?
Oh, yeah.
Ah! Get off!
Help!
get out!
Tony!
Get the fuck out my way, will you!
Tony!
Tone?
Stop fucking about, yeah?
Wait... Wait.
All right, Blowjob.
Faggot.
-Cocksucker! -Wanker!
All right, gay boy?
Fucking get him! Get him!
Tossers.
Sent them the other way.
The fucking cake.
I should've knew it when I saw the hundreds and thousands.
Lemon Drizzle. It's a piece of piss.
Dale. You can't just treat me like shit and then just...
Just...
Ah...fuck it!
Jim? What's wrong?
Sorry it's so late... I've lost Tony.
He doesn't answer his phone. I don't even know if he can.
I can't keep him in. But...
He's not right.
Who is?
Everything's mental.
This competition last week. Fucking break-dancing chihuahua.
I mean, what's it come to?
Right.
You never know what's gonna happen till you're sitting in a hospital.
And I'm thinking, I've really, really fucked up here
because I'm supposed to stop this happening.
And now I don't know where he is.
Something happens, suddenly you've lost them.
His friends'll look after him.
What you on?
-Cass sent me a tab. -She misses you, right?
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I go to see him.
I went to see him.
-Well, I suppose you deserve some fun. -Those guys just like my tits.
Oh. Sweet.
You're avoiding me.
-You make me think about him. -You're not the only one, Chelle.
I was there every day trying to get him to say something.
And everybody really, really fucked up and I'm just trying to... to...
And nobody comes but me cos it's so terrible.
-You should have fucking helped me. -All right!
When it happened...
before the bus...
..he was on the phone and he said something.
I don't think he remembers. But he said...
-Chelle. -Fuck's sake, I'm trying to tell you this!
Oh, Jesus!
Tony?
Hello.
Wait, I'll go back with you.
Effy's taking me.
I will remember everything.
-Where are you going? -Not now, Sid!
Got lost.
Where do I fucking live?
Walter will run him round in the morning. Look, don't worry yourselves, OK.
She's a bit upset.
Yeah.
College starts today.
He's in there, love.
Talking, not shouting.
OK.
Lovely bit of cake, that.
Young Dale's got the magic touch.
He's got that all right.
You're good enough.
Yeah. I am. I'm bloody good.
Get it from your old man, probably.
-Reckon? -I'm artistic, yeah.
Not as artistic as you, mind.
Some things is just the way they are.
Yup.
I got lucky, didn't I?
You didn't turn out like the fucking ASBO Army out there.
No, Dad.
I feel like taking some fucking credit for it. OK?
-I'm never gonna be a builder, Dad. -You'll understand this one day, kid.
You're everything I've got to show for my life.
And I'm not ready for you to go, because I fucking love you too much.
I'm an idiot, I know.
I love you too, Dad.
So if you're not coming building, back to college.
Give me the last year.
And then it's game on. All right?
All right.
Taz. On your bed.
At least the sodding dog does what he's told.
I can register if I write my name.
It's more than that, Tony. It's not just signing your name.
Then fucking help me!
Or are you going to be a complete fucking arse-wit like everyone fucking else I know?
Whoa! He speaks. You gotta slow it down.
Stop trying to write. It's just a shape your hand makes.
Close your eyes and just kinda... dance it.
Tone.
Do I have to gay you now?
Who are you ?
Shit!
Hang on...
You're fucking crazy!