Baby Brother

Sometimes,

I dream about the person I should have become.

I mourn for a version of myself

that was never allowed to exist.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

That's a question that we will all ask ourselves

at some point in this life.

I don't think I'll ever find the answer.

Liam, pass me the cutters.

Liam.

This fuckin' kid.

Are you not done yet?

Lad, are you fuckin' messin'?

Lad, you know me,

I can't say no to a bacon butty.

Lad give me the fuckin' butty!

- Go and get the money. - No, just give me the butty now.

I've been doing all the work, go and get the fuckin' money.

- Listen, I don't care. - Go get the money.

- Give me the butty. - Go an get the.

Hiya Mary, you okay?

I've packed everything away in the shed for you there

so it's all done.

Oh you're so kind.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Right, we'll be back next week, okay?

Thank you.

See you later.

Okay, bye.

C'mon, kid. Let's get you to school.

Lad, you better give me the fresh butty now,

or there'll be murder in these streets.

You got yours. Shut up.

See you later, Mary.

Come on, kid. Let's get you to school, ay.

What, mate? What the fuck?

Fucking dickhead. You can't just go bumping into people.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

What did you just say?

I said you can't just fucking

you can't just go bumping into people, mate.

What?

You can't.

Fuck off.

Hey, mate.

Hey, mate.

Hey.

Hey.

What d'ya think yeh doin'?

Hey, what d'ya think yeh doin'?

Shit, sorry man,

I work for a local restaurant.

I'm just, uh,

handing out some menus.

There's a bit of a rule around here

we don't have any, like,

unwanted mail.

You know, like junk mail?

Right, uh, yeah, shit. Sorry, man.

It's a new local business.

Like, we're just trying to get some custom.

Take a menu if you want,

you know some wonderful for dishes.

Nah, you're alright, mate.

I don't eat that shit.

Cool.

I'll have your bike, though.

Sorry?

Give me your bike.

Excuse me?

What're you doin'?!

Give me your jacket.

Give me your fucking jacket.

Get it off!

Take the fucking jacket!

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Take your shirt off.

What do you want my shirt for?!

Fucking, get it off!

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Liam!

Liam!

Get down these stairs

and get those dishes done.

No, I don't do the dishes.

You do the dishes.

That's fine.

We'll have a house full of dirty dishes then, shall we?

Well, that's sound with me.

Now, fuck off.

Don't speak to me like that!

Don't you dare speak to me like that.

Morning, Tyson, lad.

Liam, get out of that bed, now.

Who are you shouting at?!

Look at the time, you don't even try anymore.

Rent.

Open a bloody window, it stinks in here.

How am I supposed to look for a job without any of the.

Wi-Fi the internet man is so stupid.

You don't need it.

You can take your CVs and you can pass them into the shops.

Nobody does that anymore.

I'm not endlessly walking around town handing out CVs.

It's not happening.

Well, you can do your own washing then!

Get a job or get out.

Oh my god.

And stay away from that Charlotte one.

Do you hear me?

I love her though.

You leave her alone!

I have actual dreams, you know.

I don't want to end up like you, anyway.

I can't fucking stand ya!

Oh! What a goal. Get in.

Come on, hurry up!

Hurry up!

No.

I don't wanna watch the celebration.

Adam, come on, lad. Please. Skip.

There's no way!

Fuck off!

What's the matter, Liam, love?

What have you done?

Nothin'.

No, you're winding him up. Just leave him alone.

Shut up, mum. We were having a laugh.

Don't tell me to shut up, you little twat.

You leave him alone.

You alright, babe?

I'm fine.

Do you want me to take you to school instead?

No.

He doesn't need anyone takin' him to school.

Shut up.

Get off your lazy arse take your little brother to school.

Make yourself useful.

You little shitbags.

Mornin'.

Mornin' Robbie, la.

Go get your food, lad. It's in the fridge.

Mornin' mate.

Gettin' tall him, ain't he?

Lanky streak of piss.

He told me you've been saving up.

No.

What're you saving up for?

Nothin'.

Me and your ma owe Big Al a few quid.

For a few bits there. Went a bit overboard.

How much?

A grand. A bag of sand.

He knows you're coming.

Nah. It's not happenin', though.

Lad what the fuck, lad?

He's a fucking bad man.

You know what, he'll do to me?

Do you know what he'll do to your auld fella?

You're not me fuckin' auld fella.

Don't you fuckin' move!

Get your fuckin' hands off of me, ay!

Fuckin' hands off me, ay!

You not left yet?

Tell him, girl.

Whatever's in this house belongs to us.

You don't pay any rent.

The money's mine and our Liam's.

He's bein' a fuckin' twat.

Just do as you're told.

You'll get it back. Won't he?

Of course he will, babe.

Yeah he's not having it.

Fucking cheeky twat, him.

Do you know what? You're always causing trouble.

Fucking trouble in this house.

Just go and get it.

Alright, lad.