Trespass Against Us

Stop the car, Chad! I need to get out!

- You all right, norm? - You said we were going home!

I'm in fucking pain, Chad, please!

Catch this fucker and you're on!

- You're mad! - Watch the hare, Tyson.

Down there! Down there!

It's burning! It's not fucking funny!

Shut up, Norman. You're putting the dog off.

Fuck the dog!

- Give it some, Chad. - - Yeah.

- Come on, Ty. Yeah! - That's it, Ty!

He can't drive!

Keep her straight, mush.

I think I'm gonna die!

Broadside it!

That's it, Ty. Kick the back end out, mush.

I fucking mean it, Tyson!

That's it! That's it, Ty!

That was mint, mate.

I mean it, I'm having you, Tyson. I'm fucking having you!

- Get it! - Down there, down there!

Fuck's sake, Norman! You made me fucking crash.

- Up yours, Tyson. - All right, let's have a look at you.

Good little bitch, ain't you?

Gotta get you fit, though.

What's up, norm?

Don't fucking touch me, Chad!

It's all right. It's only a poxy cut.

It's fucking broke, innit?

Well, what you doing falling out the car, then, you Dinny?

- Got pushed, didn't I? - Shut up, Norman, you little snout.

I swear on the mother's cunt, Chad.

Come on, let's gel.

Fuck off!

Have that.

Oi!

Not over there, you div!

Right,

tens on the Gawa's nose.

One fucking go, I said.

Right, my turn.

Yeah, take a load of that.

Right, that's it. Tens each.

Come on, ten.

- I weren't playin' in that one. - Yes, you were.

- All right, once more? - It's now 30.

Have that.

You fat Joey.

Fuck's sake, Norman.

It's well gammy, Kel.

Gammy dodger more like.

All right, maggot?

I think it's definitely fractious.

All right?

Stop your flapping, Norman!

I'm not looking after you like this, no way.

You're meant to be working for me.

He's broken his leg, you have, Chad.

- I've gotta go to hospital, Kel. - You know you can't do that.

Hypochondrio.

Ain't much use now 'round here, are you, you Dinny?

Hardly a Joey now.

Do you want me to get you some painkillers?

Oi, Chad, you've seriously gone and broke his leg now.

Weren't me, love.

Fucking goat, Chad.

You know you've gotta keep him out the trailer, mini.

Make us a cup of tea, then, Kel.

You do it.

And make sure Tyson does his school work.

Where are you going?

Told you,

I'm taking mini to the pet shop.

- She wants a terrapin. - Terra fucking who?

Turtles, dad.

Need some scrilla, Chad.

Always wedging me, ain't she, Ty?

Give us a kiss.

See you later.

Gel on.

Make your dad a tea, then.

All right, Ty. Where you going?

You got tiddles? Go on.

Oi.

Where d'you think you're going? - To the dog.

- Ain't you got homeworks? - No.

You never had to homework.

I never went to school.

Yeah, and look at you now.

Let him go play.

Go on, then, son. Piss off.

Make us a tea, then.

Got something to show you.

About what?

We're gonna protest about your brother.

Huh? Huh?

Tyson.

Tyson!

Knobhead!

Bennett!

Bennett!

Bennett!

Go get the paint you chored, mush.

Get some fucking clothes on whilst you're at it.

Your Joey's a fucking animal, Colby.

So what's the plan with the motor?

Gonna make a complaint for Bryan.

Too late for him, mush. Ten's a ten.

I ain't having it.

Can't. He were innocence.

Besides, he's your brother. He don't like prison.

Well, this ain't gonna get him out, is it?

Just you wait 'til it's your turn.

Water.

Water, doggy.

I got some brushes for you, Chaddy.

What d'you want me to do with them?

Well, you're the artist, Chad. You tell me.

You need a window, Chad.

Worzel here can sort that out.

Fuck happened? Mush?

What is it?

What have I done now, eh?

Let's look at you. Let's look at you.

- What happened, mush? - Dog's dead.

- What do you mean, the dog's dead? - Dog's dead, dad.

Worzel's fire exploded.

- What the fuck? - Don't ask me, Chad.

You could have killed Tyson, you dumb gummidgey fuck!

He's gotta go, col.

I don't care if he's a Jubby Dinlo. He's a fucking liability.

What do you want me to do 'bout it?

- He's gonna kill one of the kids. - Don't be a Fanny, Chad.

There's nothing Fanny about it.

All right, calm down, calm down.

All right, Tyson? Cushty, son?

It's all right, mush. Weren't your fault.

We'll get you a news one.

You owe me a new dog, Worzel.

Can I keep that one then, eh, Chad?

You can fuckin' eat it for all I care.

I've had enough of his shit, col.

Blessed are the cracked, Chad.

Karl Marx said that.

Karl fucking who?

Can I cremate the dog, then, eh, col?

Huh?

You gonna sleep up there?

No.

Look, he were a good dog, mush.

But your dad'll get you another one.

Come on, let's go get some warm.

That's them pills you're on, les.

I'm running 'round the fire, look.

I'm going 'round and 'round. I'm going 'round and 'round.

'Round and 'round!

My dad once told me the world were flat.

"From where I'm looking, son," he said,

"from where I'm looking, the world is flat."

I believed him. I still do.

- It's a fucking ball. - Now, before you start,

I don't give a fuck about outer space

or the view from up there. Where's Chad?

And I've told Chad the same. You ask him.

Where is he? You ask him.

He'd tell ya.

It's flat.

Get you a pond, mush.

Innit, terrapin?

God said you pass it down from father to son.

From father, son, grandson.

Hallelujah!

What right-thinking man would say wrong?

As it were in the beginning, is now,

ever shall be, so help me god.

- Amen! - Fucksake, Bennett!

Fucking hell, Gummidge.

Kenny's a fucking idiot.

I've stood up top the highest hill,

climbed up the highest tree,

looked as far as my eyeballs'll stretch.

You know what, Tyson?

- It was still flat. - - Flat, flat.

What about the moon, then? How do you explain that?

I never did care for anything any Gorgie did say,

nor his majesty the queen, nor the army.

What my dad said were the truth

and I'd fight any fucker who says else.

Your bloody dad telling the same...

bloody story every bloody night.

I mean, does he actually believe we buy all that bollocks?

Tyson actually does.

Next thing is you being born in a manger to a bloody virgin Mary.

You used to think him funny.

Yeah, until he got Bryan sent down.

Tell you something, love.

You get Lalled, I'm not sticking round here

listening to him harp on. No chance.

You did say we weren't living with your dad forever, Chad.

Where are the kids?