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Edward meets Mickey, a local boy, and offers him some sweets from his pocket. Mickey is suspicious at first but accepts one, and then a handful more to share with his friend Sammy. Mickey teaches Edward a swear word and they giggle together. Mickey warns Edward that Sammy may have urinated on sweets before handing them out. Edward invites Mickey to be his best friend and they discover they share a birthday, so Mickey suggests they become blood brothers through a hand-pricking ritual. Edward agrees to always defend and stand by his new blood brother Mickey.

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Being Seven Script

Edward meets Mickey, a local boy, and offers him some sweets from his pocket. Mickey is suspicious at first but accepts one, and then a handful more to share with his friend Sammy. Mickey teaches Edward a swear word and they giggle together. Mickey warns Edward that Sammy may have urinated on sweets before handing them out. Edward invites Mickey to be his best friend and they discover they share a birthday, so Mickey suggests they become blood brothers through a hand-pricking ritual. Edward agrees to always defend and stand by his new blood brother Mickey.

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Edward: Hello.

Mickey: (suspiciously) Hello.

Edward: I’ve seen you before.

Mickey: Where?

Edward: You were playing with some other boys near my house.

Mickey: Do you live up in the park?

Edward: Yes. Are you going to come and play up there again?

Mickey: No. I would but I’m not allowed.

Edward: Why?

Mickey: ‘Cos me mam says.

Edward: Well my mummy doesn’t allow me to play down here actually.

Mickey: Gis a sweet.

Edward: All right. (He offers a bag from his pocket.)

Mickey: (shocked) What?

Edward: Here.

Mickey: (suspiciously taking one) Can I have another one. For our Sammy?

Edward: Yes, of course. Take as many as you want.

Mickey: (taking a handful) Are you soft?

Edward: I don’t think so.

Mickey: Round here if y’ ask for a sweet, y’ have to ask about, about twenty million times. An’ y’
know what?

Edward: (sitting beside Mickey) What?

Mickey: They still don’t bleedin’ give y’ one. Sometimes our Sammy does but y’ have to be dead
careful if our Sammy gives y’ a sweet.

Edward: Why?

Mickey: ‘Cos, if our Sammy gives y’ a sweet he’s usually weed on it first.

Edward: (exploding in giggles) Oh, that sounds like super fun.

Mickey: It is, if y’ our Sammy.


Edward: Do you want to come and play?

Mickey: I might do. But I’m not playing now ‘cos I’m pissed off.

Edward: (awed) Pissed off. You say smashing things don’t you? Do you know any more words like
that?

Mickey: Yeh. Yeh, I know loads of words like that. Y’ know like the ‘F’ word.

Edward: (clueless) Pardon?

Mickey: The ‘F’ word.

Edward is still puzzled. Mickey looks around to check that he cannot be overheard, then whispers the
word to Edward. The two of them immediately wriggle and giggle with glee.

Edward: What does it mean?

Mickey: I don’t know. It sounds good though, doesn’t it?

Edward: Fantastic. When I get home I’ll look it up in the dictionary.

Mickey: In the what?

Edward: The dictionary. Don’t you know what a dictionary is?

Mickey: ‘Course I do…. It’s a thingy innit?

Edward: A book which explains the meaning of words.

Mickey: The meaning of words, yeh. Our Sammy’ll be here soon. I hope he’s in a good mood. He’s
dead mean sometimes.

Edward: Will you be my best friend?

Mickey: Yeh. If y’ want.

Edward: What’s your name?

Mickey: Michael Johnstone. But everyone calls me Mickey. What’s yours?

Edward: Edward Lyons.

Mickey: D’ they call y’ Eddie?

Edward: No.

Mickey: Well, I will.

Edward: Will you?

Mickey: Yeh. How old are y’ Eddie?

Edward: Seven.
Mickey: I’m older than you. I’m nearly eight.

Edward: Well, I’m nearly eight, really.

Mickey: What’s your birthday?

Edward: July the eighteenth.

Mickey: So is mine.

Edward: Is it really?

Mickey: Ey, we were born on the same day… that means we can be blood brothers. Do you wanna
be my blood brother Eddie?

Edward: Yes, please.

Mickey: (producing a penknife) It hurts y’ know. (he puts a nick in his hand.) Now, give us yours.
(Mickey nicks Edward’s hand, then they clamp hands together.) See this means that
we’re blood brothers, an’ that we always have to stand by each other. Now you say
after me: ‘I will always defend my brother’.

Edward: I will always defend my brother.

Mickey: And stand by him.

Edward: And stand by him.

Mickey: And share all my sweets with him.

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