"And I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you and pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you." "That ye may be the children of the Father, which is in heaven." "For he maketh the sun rise on the evil and on the good and sendeth the rain on the just and on the unjust." "[Music]" "She says, "did you hear what that bus driver just said to me?"" "He just really fucking insulted me"." "So the geezer turns to her and says, "you go out there, go on, you"" "sort him out, you have word with him, babe..." "I'll hold your monkey" ""for you'."" "Aye?" "What the fucking hell is the matter with you two?" "It's like getting blood out of a stone!" "No mate, it's just that you're jokes ain't fucking funny." "I mean, it is just racist, innit?" "What do you mean, how the fuck is that racist?" "What, and calling a kid a monkey ain't insinuating that she is black." "What, so you are saying that everyone that's black is a fucking." "Do me a favour, Chris, for fucks sake." "It's a racist, stupid joke and you want us to laugh at it." "Fucking hell." "It's like a fucking morgue." "You alright, Tone?" "Yeah mate, sorry." "Just a bit tired." "Here, Mark, I've got another one for you anyway." "Do me a favour Chris, spare me." "No, you'll like this one." "What did the fish say when they pulled him out of the water?" "I honestly couldn't give a fuck." "Fucking mug." "[Screaming]" "[Music playing]" "Fucking mug." "Fucking told you I'd kill him didn't I?" "Fucking told you I'd kill the cunt!" "[Laughter]" "Oh fuck!" "[Music playing in the background]" "[Phone ringing]" "Hello Bash." "Where are you mate?" "Oi Tony, Tony." "Look, look." "Bash, Bash will you come and pick me up please?" "Can I have a lift please Bash, please you gonna let me in the back of your van?" "Bash, come and get me Bash, come and get me Ba... oi!" "[Car door closing]" "Fucking mug." "[Music playing]" "Ask Tom." "He'll tell you where to find it." "If he doesn't?" "Persuade him." "Chris, one more thing." "You might find some documents." "I'm telling you for your own safety, don't look at them, they're confidential." "Try again." "Will you pay attention and stop texting!" "Well, its a nice little earner for you." "Just call me when you're done." "Pain is life's way of telling you you're still alive." "Get up." "[Music playing]" "Who is it?" "Who is it?" "Alright Tony, what's up?" "[Dog barking]" "Hello, Tom." "Jesus Christ, what was that?" "That was a right hook." "I told you I'd talk to him." "So fucking talk to him, what's the matter with you." "[Door closing]" "What?" "You fucking killed him." "You're joking?" "I must have pushed his fucking nose through his brain," "I've always wanted to do that." "[Laughter]" "Fucking awesome." "We'll just have to find it ourselves won't we?" "Come on." "Right then." "We've got a big bag of money to find." "Come on." "It's nice digs innit?" "I'm calling Bash." "Mark..." "Give me a hand dragging him around the corner, in case someone knocks on the door." "I don't do lugging dead bodies around, mate." "It's not in my job description, sorry Tone." "[Music playing]" "[Doorbell ringing]" "Alright boys." "Bash." "I pushed his nose through his brain." "That's a myth." "Mate, I've studied martial arts for twenty fucking years, physically impossible to put someone's nose bone through their brain." "Yeah, well I disagree." "I bet he fucking would as well." "You've been watching too many fucking movies." "So why's he dead?" "I think it's fair to assume that somebody pushed a nose bone into your brain." "Alright listen, enough, one dead body at a time please fellas." "[Laughter]" "[Music playing]" "Why don't you stick to what you do best at?" "Get rid of that." "[Music playing]" "[Music playing]" "What the fuck, Tom." "Dirty bastard." "[Music playing]" "Thank you, Tom." "[Music playing]" "Or are you gonna come and help?" "[Mobile phone ringing]" "Oi." "Shhhh." "Fucking cheeky cunt!" "How come you never pick up the phone when I call you?" "[Whispering] Fucking cheeky little fucking mug." "I swear to my mother I'm going to kill that cunt." "[Music playing]" "It's been three weeks and not even a text message." "What's all that about?" "Are you there?" "Yes, Louise, I'm listening, I'm here." "Who the fuck's Louise?" "This is Kelly." "Ah." "Look, Kelly, I don't mean to be funny but, let's be honest about this, you're a waitress aren't you?" "So you're kind of punching above your weight here, aren't you babe?" "Oh my god you're an arse-hole!" "Yeah, listen, I'm going to hang up now because I've got a call waiting..." "Wait I've got something to..." "Hello?" "Why did you hang up on me earlier?" "Well more to the point why did you call me back?" "Don't know anymore." "Bet I've got a rough idea." "[Music playing]" "What you doing?" "Listen, what you doing later?" "Why don't you ask that Kelly who keeps calling you?" "Kelly's my cousin you doughnut." "No, I feel so silly." "So you should." "But you're lucky because I like them dumb and beautiful." "Yeah, you're not that fucking beautiful either but the alcohol helps." "You bastard!" "Listen, I've got to go alright?" "I'll speak to you later." "Mark?" "[Phone call ended]" "[Music playing]" "What's he doin' out there?" "You gonna mope about all day or you gonna give me a hand?" "Get it out that bag, bring it in." "[Whispering] Yes, Sir." "Be funny if it was a bag of porn wouldn't it?" "Not really mate." "[Paper noises]" "Nice." "That's a lot sexier than a bag of porn!" "Where the fuck did you find all that?" "Who cares." "All I care about is getting paid." "[Rustling]" "Hello, hello, very conspicuous looking envelope wouldn't you agree" "Tony." "Hold on, don't do that." "Do what?" "Ian warned me about those." "Put 'em back, they're confidential." "Now you're just tempting me aren't you?" "No, I'm fucking warning you, put them back." "Oops." "Oops." "Fucking hell Chris." "What's with all the tools, you're like a fucking Swiss army knife." "I can hardly say that I'm very surprised Tony." "He is a tool." "That's it, you fucking cunt!" "Take it easy, mate, take it easy, calm the fuck down." "With his snidy comments all fucking day." "Find out who you're talking to!" "Alright, alright." "Find out who you're fucking talking to." "Alright, I apologise, alright?" "Whatever I've said, I'm sorry." "Why don't you take a few deep breaths and calm down." "I'll calm down when I fucking say I'm calm." "Alright, you win." "Smart choice." "I'm gonna go for a piss." "Pack it up and let's get the fuck out of here." "Alright." "[Laughter]" "Calm down when I say I'm calm." "Oi mate." "No Tony..." "I found this bag, not you and not him," "I've got a right to know what's in it, alright?" "I don't want to know what's in it, I'm not interested I don't care." "It's your choice." "[Music playing]" "You alright mate?" "[Knocking on door]" "What the fuck's he playing at in there?" "Mark come on mate it's getting late, we've got to head off." "What did you bring this fucking geezer for?" "[Banging on door]" "[Toilet flushing]" "[Footsteps[." "You alright mate?" "This was never about the money, it's to do with these pictures." "What pictures?" "Yes, I looked in the fucking envelope." "And you need to see" "You fucking mug." "Give me the envelope." "We can keep the money, Ian will never know, all he cares about is his fucking pictures." "Give me the fucking pictures now Mark." "Look at them Tony." "Look at them." "It's best we don't know what's in the envelope mate." "Say one more fucking word and I'll make you a blind man, do you understand me?" "We should keep the money though." "What?" "Well Ian don't know what's in the bag does he?" "At least most of it, give him the documents, we'll keep the dough." "It makes sense." "Even if we did keep the dough, you think you can keep your mouth shut?" "[Music playing]" "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Get the bag." "[Footsteps]" "[Music playing]" "[Phone ringing]" "Hello." "Michelle?" "It's Mark." "Hello?" "What do you want?" "I want to talk to my daughter." "Why?" "Because she's my daughter." "Where have you been for the six years of her life?" "Nowhere." "Please can I just speak to her?" "No." "Okay, well just, then just tell her, just tell her that I called alright?" "I have to go." "Promise me Michelle." "Fuck off Mark." "[Receiver replaced]" "[Music playing]" "Cheers." "Cheers." "[Phone ringing]" "Oh, here we go." "Ian." "Try not to fuck it up." "Ian." "You alright?" "I'm going to give my cut to my daughter." "There's a lot you don't know isn't there Tone?" "Mate I don't want to know what's on them photos." "That's your choice, but I'm telling you," "I do not fucking trust him." "Don't worry about Chris, leave him to me." "No." "We got to get rid of him." "Are you fucking mad?" "Tony, listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that something isn't." "Yeah, he ain't fucking right, he's a fucking psycho." "He's a fucking bully and he don't scare me." "I've known him a long time and he scares the shit out of me, alright?" "Well, I found something else in the bag." "Is that real?" "Are you for fucking real?" "Find a quiet spot to do some gear." "I'll get the gun on him." "Tie him up, drive him out to the river." "Stick some weights on him and dump him, the fucking sack of shit that he is." "You crack on son, I'm knackered." "We can't call Bash on this one can we?" "Shhhh he's coming back." "Happy fucking days boys." "How you doing, mate?" "You alright?" "My round." "Line them up, barman - you old fucker." "[Laughter]" "Fucking morgue." "Yeah, sorry, just a bit tired." "Here Mark, I've got another one for you anyway." "Do me a favour Chris, spare me." "No, you'll like this one." "What did the fish say when they pulled him out of the water?" "I honestly couldn't give a fuck" "Fucking mug." "[Shoving and pushing noises and scuffles and a scream]" "[Music playing]" "Fucking mug." "Fucking told you I'd kill him, didn't I?" "Fucking told you I'd kill the cunt." "Oh fuck." "[Music playing]" "Another exit on the other side..." "We'll get a couple of Rottweilers on shift for you." "I'll use my guys." "My boys know the club." "Don't need them." "It's up to you mate." "Use your guys - hair of the dog?" "No, I'm good." "Lovely." "DJ Cataphonic will be on set." "That's all sorted, mate." "Yeah, don't need anything else but the venue." "He's going to be upset." "I'm sorry he'll feel that way." "Bar staff, how many do you need?" "Or do you not want them either?" "No I'll work the bar." "You what?" "It's fine." "You don't know the tills." "I'm sure I'll work it out." "What do you want to work behind the bar for?" "Look I'll pay them out my own pocket if that's what you're worried about." "I don't need doormen," "I don't need DJ Cataphonic and I don't want bar staff, just want the club." "Yeah the club and the girls." "Just the club." "The girls come with the club mate." "Can't use them." "Can't use them, fuck off, can't use them." "What do you mean you can't fucking use them?" "Listen those girls have kids and families to feed, and you're making them miss out on a fucking cash cow here." "Tom?" "Ian?" "These friends of ours, they've got specific tastes." "What, your mates like caviar and my girls are marmite?" "Some people love marmite Tom." "Fuck off Ian." "On the night I want all this CCTV shut off." "Shrouded in fucking mystery you are!" "Fine, it'll be good to see some new fanny." "Tom I don't know how to say this." "It's easy, just open your mouth and speak, what?" "You're not invited." "[Laughter]" "Good one." "You're fucking joking right?" "You're saying I'm not invited to my own soiree?" "This is my soiree." "It's my fucking club." "Which I'm paying over the going rate I might add, plus a bonus when I cash in." "Fuck your bonus." "No you fucking calm down, you're taking liberties mate." "Why can't I fucking rub shoulders with the elite for once ay?" "Too many dents in my toffee nose for you?" "[Footstep]" "I think you've got a lovely nose mate." "Don't condescend me." "Look I've spoken to him and they don't want any new faces." "But you do this thing for me and you're golden mate, trust me." "I suppose I better just give you the keys and fuck off home then?" "Yeah." "You should." "[Music playing]" "[Phone ringing]" "Can I help you sir?" "Yes password 'felicio'..." "Excuse me?" "I'm only joking." "Sorry sir, I'm under strict instructions not to let anyone in." "Trust me I'm an exception." "No exceptions." "Look, this is my fucking club." "Do you want me to go home and get the fucking deeds for you?" "Look this is my fucking club, you're standing on my fucking property and you're telling me I can't come in?" "That is what I'm telling you." "That is what we are telling you." "Well fuck you very much cunts." "Good Night." "[Music playing]" "[Car screeching to a halt]" "Uncle Tom you bastard?" "What are you talking about you fucking muppet?" "Recognise him?" "Jesus." "Get out the film." "What century do you live in?" "No one uses film anymore." "Come on." "Hey that cost me fifty quid." "I'll sort you out." "[Door closing]" "What is it?" "Go home, Adam." "Not a word okay, look after yourself." "[Music playing]" "Don't fucking move!" "Ian you cunt!" "This is inappropriate." "How long have we known each other mate?" "You been drinking?" "Sober as a fucking judge." "How long?" "Let's go outside and talk." "This is my club not yours, not theirs - mine and you do as I say." "How long?" "Twenty odd years." "Twenty odd years and still complete fucking strangers." "Now you get your mates out of my fucking club before I call the coppers." "That's not going to work Tom." "Oh it's like that is it?" "Don't embarrass me Tom." "Embarrass you?" "No you embarrass me, all these fucking years, treating me like a fucking loser." "I couldn't even beat him at a fucking game of pool." "I was jealous of you;" "Big fucking business man, beautiful wife, lovely kids - fucking kids man!" "But you fooled them." "You fooled all of us." "We're not even the same fucking species are we?" "Well you've lost this time..." "I promise you that." "[Music playing]" "Yeah, see you later at the club." "Yeah." "Tom?" "I'll see you." "I'm going, I'm going." "[Buzzer ringing]" "I've got to go." "[Buzzer ringing]" "Tom?" "I'm gone." "[Door closing]" "What's that smell?" "Goulash." "Goul-what?" "Goulash." "It's stew." "Smells like excrement..." "Excrement - what's that?" "It's a stew." "It's good stuff, full of vegetables and loads of fat." "I can see." "Try some Ian?" "[Hungarian]" "[Hungarian]" "I Try." "It's our national dish." "That's your national dish?" "No wonder you're here." "I'm not hungry, what else is on the menu?" "Come with me." "See you later, sexy!" "These are my beauties." "Lovely." "Stand for our visitor." "[Hungarian]" "Trying to teach them English." "Need to see their teeth." "Smile my beauties." "[Hungarian]" "All strong and healthy ay?" "How much?" "Two thousand each for one night." "[Music playing]" "I'll take them." "All of them?" "Yes, yes." "Except her." "She don't look well." "You should give them some of your goulash." "[Music playing]" "[Birds singing]" "[Toilet flushing]" "[Music playing]" "[Papers shuffling]" "The pictures are crooked again." "Hmm?" "Yes, I just don't get it." "You sure you straightened them?" "I'm sure." "Maybe it needs two nails." "Yes, maybe." "Let me finish my coffee and I'll do it for you later, alright?" "Thanks babe." "Morning." "Good morning and you're welcome." "The kids want to go to Uncle Lee's this weekend." "What you playing at?" "No more games Ian." "Right what do you want?" "I want to know where you got your entertainment from?" "You are joking?" "[Birds singing]" "What if I don't?" "Then the next envelope will be mailed to Vicky." "You wouldn't fucking dare." "Try me, you fucking nonce!" "[Music playing]" "[Birds singing]" "[Music playing]" "Get her!" "[Music playing]" "[Shouting]" "Aah, aah." "[Music playing]" "Where are they?" "!" "I love them." "Better go get Bash." "[Gunshot]" "[Gunshot]" "[Crying and screaming]" "[Music playing]" "Shall I get them in then?" "No, Bianca can get these in." "Go and get us a couple of Stella's babe?" "I'll come with you." "[Music playing]" "Nice bird, your Bianca." "Fucking things I do to that girl." "I should be nicked!" "Anyway I've got a job on." "Yeah, what?" "Little job for Ian." "Head arount to some knob-heads house, find out where he keeps all his money." "How much?" "Fair share." "I think he wants me to send him a little message too." "Fucking text message, what did you think?" "Nothing too extreme no?" "Just a talking to." "Nice finder's fee as well." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "How much?" "Fifteen points." "Nice." "Just me and you?" "You can bring someone else in." "Give them five points." "You know anyone?" "Give him a call." "[Music playing]" "Yeah, it's just there." "Been here before." "Yeah me and Ian picked up a guy from here, Tom I think his name is." "Yeah, he's got a strip joint, good laugh he was." "Yeah?" "Well he don't pay your wages does he?" "This is fucked up, mate." "What's the matter with you?" "What's he done wrong, I thought him and Ian were mates." "What part of shut the fuck up do you not understand?" "Pull up over here." "Just don't feel right." "Stop being a fanny." "[Music playing]" "[Door closing]" "Let me speak to him." "Go on you do the talking, it's what you're good at." "No, I mean it, don't fucking do anything." "Knock yourself out." "Last one on the right." "[Music playing]" "[Doorbell ringing]" "Alright Tone, what's up?" "Hello Tom." "[Music playing]" "[Talking together]" "[Laughter]" "So what did he say?" "Nothing." "It's all good." "All he's worried about is that envelope." "Yeah I bet he is." "So it's all good then yeah?" "Don't worry about it Tone." "Let's celebrate properly." "I'll get us some sniff." "Best idea you've had all day." "I know who fucking John is alright!" "Yeah, go on then." "You know he's got to go don't you?" "To fucking Disneyland, where do you think?" "[Music playing]" "Tony..." "Tony..." "Tony - what am I going to do with you ay?" "Fucking knew I should have steered clear of this." "Ian knows doesn't he?" "Course he does, I had to tell him." "No you didn't, you didn't have to fucking tell him." "Don't try and make me out to be the cunt here." "You're the cunt, not me." "So what now?" "So now you help me, you want me to take that dickhead out?" "Tonight." "No mate, I ain't gonna fucking do it..." "Listen shut up." "No, I ain't doing it." "You're doing it - you ain't got a fucking choice, you've got a second chance here," "I suggest you fucking take it." "You know what Ian's like." "I can trust you?" "You know you can trust me." "I fucking mean it." "Call Bash, tell him to meet us in fifteen," "I'm going to go and get this little cunt, alright?" "Alright?" "[Door opening/closing]" "Oi Bash, Bash?" "Can you come and pick me up please, can I have a lift please Bash, please?" "You gonna let me in the back of your van." "Hello Bash, come and get me Bash, come and get me Ba... oi." "You're having a fucking laugh ain't you?" "I sent you a text, you're supposed to be here." "Yeah, a text," "I can't hear you mate, what?" "Who's screaming?" "What we supposed to do with him?" "What time of the morning?" "Yeah alright mate, yeah." "Where's Bash, Tony?" "His missus went into labour didn't she?" "So we'll be round in the morning." "Why did you text him" " I thought I told you to call him?" "I couldn't get hold of him on the blower could I?" "You send the geezer that disposes of dead bodies, a text message telling him to come and pick up a dead body?" "Did you leave a kiss at the end?" "He's never let us down before has he?" "Did you leave a smiley face at the end for him?" "At least a smiley face." "Tell you what I'll Google it, that's what I'll do, I'll Google it, how do you dispose of a dead body, yes?" "Is that what you want me to do?" "What about the police, tell you what we'll call the old bill, they know how to dispose of a body." "Look, enough!" "What are we going to do?" "I can't, the missus is using the motor in the morning." "We'll have to stick him in your shed." "He ain't a fucking lawnmower is he?" "I didn't suggest you mow the fucking lawn with him did I?" "I said we'd stick him in your shed." "What if Cat finds him?" "She won't - she's way out of your league anyway." "Get in the car I'm freezing." "Come on." "[Music playing]" "Tone?" "Alright Chris, who is that?" "He's just a workmate, he's loaded, I'm going to stick him in the shed, go back to bed babe I'll be up in a minute." "What do you mean stick him in the shed?" "He ain't a tool is he, he's a human being." "Yeah, he's not a fucking lawnmower mate." "Yeah, sorry Chris, I don't know what he's thinking." "I've given up trying to work this one out, Cat." "Tony, you're not sticking him in the shed, okay, that is ridiculous, why don't you stick him on the sofa and I'll make some coffee," "Tone please put him down, okay, I'll get a blanket and then stick the kettle on." "[Music playing]" "Nice." "What you playing at, mate?" "What - you telling her you're going to stick him in the fucking shed, that don't sound suspect no?" "Stop fucking around, it ain't a joke." "You are fucking around, I know what you're doing." "What am I doing?" "Look stop will you." "Stop what?" "Mate?" "Mate what?" "Stop being a prick." "Here, give them here." "Give me the fucking blanket will you?" "Why can't you just stay in bed, huh?" "Can everyone get the fuck out and let the man rest in peace." "Arsehole." "Rest in peace?" "And I'm fucking around?" "I'm going toilet, keep her in the kitchen will you?" "Oi, take a little chill pill while you're there." "Calm down, chill out." "[Walking away]" "What was that?" "Shut up." "Twat." "[Liquid being poured]" "He hates me." "He doesn't hate you?" "Ha ha, he does." "What's he hiding ay?" "He's not hiding nothing babe." "I don't think so, it's like he despises me lately." "He doesn't." "I don't know Chris, it's like I don't know him anymore." "He loves you, you know that." "[Music playing]" "What is your problem?" "You've always got to see everything." "Why, what you hiding?" "Look I didn't want him in the house." "Fine, okay stick him in the shed because you know what, I really don't give a fuck anymore!" "Fuck." "Look can you just stay out of it please and leave it to me." "Stay out of what Tony?" "I just don't like this, I don't know what is going on, will someone tell me, Chris, what is going on?" "Don't ask me." "There's nothing going on babe, trust me, alright?" "[Farting]" "That is disgusting." "Involuntary gastric relief - that's what it is!" "Don't help does it?" "Let me see your eyes, have you been on the gear again?" "You're lying to me, you're gurning your face off Tony." "Mate look, have I?" "No well there you go you have." "And you just lied to me in my face." "[Farting]" "I've had a really, really fucking hard day, you don't understand." "Yes I do understand, because my day's been just as hard, because I'm leaving." "No I've had enough Tony, okay, now I'm tired and I want to go to bed." "Fuck off then, go on." "Fine." "Listen mate you've done enough shit already, alright." "Stop fucking being a cunt." "Calm yourself down Tony, you'll hurt my feelings mate." "[Music playing]" "He's dead." "In there." "I don't want him in the house." "What?" "You better stick him in the shed." "[Music playing]" "Sorry, mate." "Right, I'll fuck off home then shall I?" "Cat, can I use your toilet before I go?" "I'll only be a minute." "[Music playing]" "What about Tony?" "Unfortunately you can't trust anyone these days." "Did he look in the envelope too?" "He looked in the envelope too, mate it was actually Tony's idea to keep the money." "You okay taking care of this?" "You two go way back don't you?" "[Music playing]" "Yeah but fuck all that noise." "Fuck all that noise indeed." "[Music playing]" "You can count on me, Ian." "I'll make them all fucking pay." "You're a good boy Chris." "Speak to you later." "[Music playing]" "[Footsteps]" "Tone?" "You didn't you know..." "What?" "You didn't kill him did you?" "No babe." "Come here." "[Kissing]" "[Footsteps]" "[Shouting/screaming" " Tony]" "[Fighting]" "Cunt, cunt, cunt." "[Pushing, shoving and scuffling]" "What you doing?" "[Screaming]" "Calm down." "Ahh." "Fucking bitch." "Fucking Bitch!" "[Music playing]" "Morning." "Fucked up this time didn't you?" "I bring you in on a job and you team up with that Mark cunt?" "So fucking loyalty." "Ian's a cunt." "Maybe." "But this is what happens when you mess with a cunt." "[Crying]" "Chris let her go, she's got nothing to do with this." "That's up to you." "What's up to me?" "Well, because we're such good mates," "I'm going to give you a choice." "You or her?" "Me." "You don't want to think about it?" "No, no she don't deserve this." "I love you." "What was that?" "What did you just say?" "Don't make me fucking laugh." "It's not what you said earlier is it?" "Why you were having your little fucking nap" "I was hanging out the back of your missus." "Between me and you mate, I think it's the first time she's had a real man." "What was that, I didn't quite fucking hear you." "Say that again for me, what did you fucking say?" "What do you see in that little mug?" "I never quite understood it." "I'll love you much better than he ever could anyway." "All that money I've got in that bag over there, we can go anywhere you want." "You're fucking pathetic!" "Tone," "I've got another joke for you." "What's the quickest way to a woman's heart?" "[Music playing]" "Through her fucking chest." "[Gunshot]" "[Music playing]" "Alright mate." "How is she?" "She got lucky, bullet just missed her heart." "That's a bloody relief." "Got me out of a jam Tony, I owe you one." "[Music playing]" "[Doorbell ringing]" "Alright Tony, what's up?" "[Dog barking]" "Hello Tom." "[Thump]" "Christ what was that?" "That was a right hook." "Chris, you fucking killed him." "Vicky..." "Shh, keep a lid on it, they think you're dead." "Bash will be here in a couple of minutes to come collect you." "Alright." "[Music playing]" "Oh here we go." "[Door closing]" "Sorry mate, gonna have to bury you another day." "Fucking raj!" "Wants to start a war with me does he?" "Cunt." "Sends his little fucking skivvy mate round to sucker punch me?" "Wait until I get my hands on the little shit, I'll fucking strangle the cunt!" "Give me the phone I'm calling Ian, just give me the fucking phone." "Mate, it's not fucking worth it." "Give me the fucking phone, Bash." "Look you got the upper hand, he thinks you're dead." "No, he's the one that's fucking dead, just give me the phone." "And what about me and Tony?" "He's going to know that we've helped you;" "Not today mate - not while." "Sophie's in labour, please Tom?" "What do you mean Sophie's in labour?" "[Woman screaming]" "Tone, I can't talk right now." "Come on, come on, keep pushing." "It's my missus she's in labour." "[Woman screaming]" "I'll see you in the morning." "I don't know mate." "[Woman screaming]" "Bye." "[Woman screaming]" "[Baby crying]" "Congratulations." "Thanks Tom." "You're beaming." "Happy times mate." "No thanks, that shit'll kill you." "How's she doing?" "She's good, she's good mate." "It's nice to see there's still some beautiful things in this world." "You got kids yourself Tom?" "No." "I had the chance with the right woman, and I blew it." "Don't you believe in second chances mate?" "I think you should mate." "[Laughter]" "How is she?" "She got lucky, blade just missed her heart." "That's a bloody relief." "Got me out of a jam Tony, I owe you one." "Got your bag for you as well, it's back at the house." "He had her." "He had my missus." "I fucked up man, I fucked up," "I made all the wrong choices, I was too pussy to make the right ones." "Stop that;" "Cut it out." "I'm not in all this self pity crap, makes me uncomfortable." "You love her?" "Yes." "Then take my advice, don't let her go." "Because if you do she could end up in worse hands, believe me." "And you'll end up a lonely old bugger, like me." "What's in the envelope Tom?" "[Music playing]" "[Footsteps]" "[Zipper unfastening]" "[Papers shuffling]" "[Music playing from car outside]" "[Zipper fastening]" "[Music playing]" "[Door slamming]" "[Footsteps]" "[Music playing]" "[Car engine starting]" "[Birds singing]" "[Music playing]" "Yeah, yeah, I don't mind, no that's fine, as long as it is three, yeah, yeah no." "[Zipper]" "[Music playing]" "But I say unto you." "Bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you and pray for them that despitefully use you and persecute you." "That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven for he maketh the sun to rise on the evil and on the good and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust." "[Knocking]" "Ian?" "What are you doing in there?" "Can you let me in?" "[Papers shuffling]" "[Music playing]" "[Birds singing]" "[Music playing]" "[Heavy breathing, dog growling, screaming]" "[Heavy breathing]" "[Music playing]" "Morning sweetheart." "Morning." "[Dropping, crashing noises]" "Ooooh call the police, there's a cereal killer on the loose." "Oh for fuck's sake." "Oi!" "Sorry." "Don't worry about that, I'll clean it up, why don't you go to bed and have a lay in." "[Various ghostly noises]" "[Music playing]" "Vic, I'll sort it out in a minute." "What the fuck are these?" "You tell me." "It's the boys, they're playing a practical joke;" "I lost a bet, you know." "I'm not laughing." "I agree these are absolutely tasteless, don't worry I'll have a word." "Do you think you're talking to a fucking idiot?" "What the hell are those men doing with those kids and what's my husband doing with them?" "Baby." "Don't baby me Ian." "Just calm down." "Vic, they're not real, they're fake, it's computer graphics that alter the images you know, like Photoshop, what we use it for invitations." "Do you honestly think I'd have anything to do with something like" "Vic, where are you going, come on let me talk to you." "You're not going anywhere alright, do you understand, if you try to fucking leave me I will fucking kill you, I will fucking kill you, do you understand?" "Vic [shouting] do you understand?" "!" "[Murmurings from the female]" "Now... you're a bit confused and you're taking it out on me, I can accept that, I'm man enough." "Now go upstairs, have a lay down, alright?" "Go on, go." "[Music playing]" "[Birds singing]" "[Phone ringing]" "Hello?" "Tom?" "[Music playing]" "[Mobile phone ringing]" "Where's mum, I've been phoning her but it's just going to voicemail?" "She's in bed." "Why so early?" "She's not taking her meds, she's not feeling herself." "That sounds bad." "She'll be alright." "I've got to go, tell mum to call me, okay?" "I will, don't cause your uncle any problems." "No dad." "Give my love to your brother and your cousins." "Okay bye dad." "Bye darling," "I love you." "[Music playing]" "[Ghostly music playing]" "[Crashing noises]" "[Knocking]" "[Door opening]" "He's upstairs, alright." "[Music playing]" "[Door slamming]" "Easy tiger." "[Crows cawing]" "Nice to see you alive and well Tom." "Let's take a walk?" "Pleasure." "What's this then?" "A last drink for the condemned man?" "I'm not going to kill you." "Oh no, why's that then?" "I wouldn't do that to your kids." "That's very thoughtful." "Even though you're a completely and utter bastard." "They deserve to find out for themselves." "Tom if it was just a chinwag you wanted we could have done it somewhere local." "What's all that about then?" "[Hitting, punching]" "[Laughing]" "There you go." "Pack me away and then start fucking that cunt wife of mine?" "What you fucking say?" "!" "[Punching, hitting?" "]" "[Laughing]" "Or maybe even my kids to call you daddy eh?" "You sick bastard!" "[Hitting, punching]" "Ooh!" "Ooh!" "[More punching and hitting and shouting]" "Four years Krav Maga." "[Spitting]" "[Hitting]" "Come on big boy." "Let's see what you got?" "[More hitting and laughter]" "Nice shot..." "[Hitting]" "Big boy!" "Get out of the car!" "Get out the car!" "You want to shoot me?" "You want to shoot me?" "Go on then shoot me!" "Fucking shoot me!" "Want to die like lovers?" "Let's die like lovers?" "Beg me... you're supposed to be my fucking wife!" "Here we go." "Get ready." "Here we go." "Aah, aah, fucking hell Tom, man and wife are trying to talk here." "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife." "Have you no decency?" "Fucking decency?" "!" "You're shipping off kids to dirty fucking bastards!" "It's business, you stack them high and sell them cheap." "[Crying] I feel Sick." "Of course it'll make you sick, it's your little minds, your little sentiments, while people like me fucking rule the world with our promises, lies, I love you's and hand shakes." "I'm fucking king of the world," "I'm top of the world, ma, top of the world!" "[Gunshots]" "Ah - cunt, she's shot me in the arse." "Aah." "Aah." "We're mates... mate..." "[Music playing]" "Oi, you alright?" "Come on." "He's dead." "I think you shoved his nose bone into his brain." "It's not a myth then?" "[Music Playing]"