Calibre

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Don't go.

I have to go. I promised him.

Now promise me

you'll look after yourself.

Yeah.

I'm going hunting. I love you.

I love you too.

- Go.

- I don't wanna go.

- Hurry up.

- Nice to see you too, mate.

Amazing news, by the way.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Marcus. It's pretty crazy, eh?

Pretty crazy.

- You okay?

- Mmm.

- Will you be alright?

- Well, yeah.

- Sure?

- Yep.

Yeah.

So I guess you finally had sex

with a woman.

Yes, yes, and... and she was...

she was awake.

- Yeah.

- That's a first.

I know. I'm sorry. I know you always

wanted to be the one I got pregnant.

Well, you might wanna double-check the

child doesn't come out looking like me.

So how you been?

All this baby sh*t. It must be mad.

Yeah, it is, man. It's insane.

It's f***ing surreal.

I'll actually forget

that she's pregnant.

It freaks me out every time I remember.

- It's insane.

- Oh, my God, man, I bet.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Rather you than me, my friend.

But, you know... I am pleased for you.

Thanks, man. It's good to see you.

You too, man. You too.

- Bloody hell, man.

- Amazing, right?

Yeah.

The old man used to bring me here

hunting when I was a kid.

Gunn's Wood.

Reckon you can take down a deer?

No. Probably not, no.

Not everyone can do it.

The trick is you have to switch off

your emotions, let instinct kick in.

It's never seemed very fair to me, man,

shooting a deer.

Well, life's not fair, Vaughn.

We learned that at school.

Yeah, but we were 12, weren't we?

This is it, Vaughny-boy,

the last few days of your freedom.

- You have to enjoy it, man.

- I'm sorry. I know. It'll be fun.

- Hi.

- Hi. I'm Freya.

Marcus Trenton and Vaughn Carter?

Three nights?

- That's right, yes.

- Yep.

Addresses and phone numbers

in the book, please.

Hey, wee man.

It's quiet enough, isn't it?

Must all kick off around ten.

So this is where they all hide.

Get a drink. I'm going for a slash.

- How are you?

- Not bad. How you doing?

I'm good. I, uh...

I hear that you're stalking.

- Stalking?

- Aye, well, hunting.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, we are, yeah.

It's not really my thing.

It's my friend's gig, really.

He gave me a gun, got me a license.

- Well, you know how to handle a gun?

- Yeah, yeah.

I did a bit of shooting on a range

when I was at school, so yeah.

Yeah, we haven't had so many folks

stalking this last season.

There's a massive country club

opened 50 miles off.

It drained a lot of our trade.

I think my friend's made a point

of avoiding that place, so don't worry.

Aye? Oh, good for him. I'm Logan, by the way.

- Vaughn. Nice to meet you. - And you.

Oh, Marcus. This is Logan.

Hey. Good to meet you.

I hear that you lads might need

a ghillie out there with you tomorrow.

Oh, no. We'll be stalking alone.

It's all cleared with Lord Griffin.

My father knew him, so...

Two pints of IPA, please,

two Laphroaigs and...

- Can I get you a drink, Logan?

- Oh, no. I'm alright, thanks.

You, uh... Well, you boys have

a good day's hunting out there, eh?

We will.

What? He'd have rattled on for hours.

What did you say? What did you say?

- Shut the f*** up.

- Straight to his face, man.

Oh, the memory's still etched

in my mind.

Nobody tried that

with the field marshal. Nobody.

F***ing deserved it. The way

he used to talk to you, it wound me up.

Loyal to the end, Vaughny-boy.

In that case, borderline insane,

but, you know...

God, he could be a mean old bastard.

Yeah. Yeah, he could.

You miss him?

No, man, no. It's been...

It's been three years, you know.

Yeah, f*** him.

Oh, my God. Kara, you can't say that.

Any chance of a drink?

- Yeah, definitely.

- Two double whisky and cokes.

I'm Kara. This is Iona.

- Do you wanna get that?

- I'll get these, yes.

Uh, Marcus, Vaughn.

You alright, mate?

- What the f*** you playing at?

- Jesus Christ. Take it f***ing easy.

Take your hands off my friend, big man.

I'll knock you on your arse,

you f***ing flash prick.

- Will you, now?

- Alright, Donald, that's enough.

Sit down, son.

Enjoy your night.

- I had that covered, man.

- Yeah, sure you did.

- Sorry.

- It's alright.

Two double whiskeys and cokes

and two IPAs, please.

Keep an eye on your friend, huh?

You guys picked

the perfect weekend to be here.

- Oh, yeah? Why?

- Alban Eiler.

Alban... Alban, what?

- Alban Eiler.

- Oh, right, Alban Eiler.

It's this big festival thing

on Sunday night.

- The weekend gets boozy as hell.

- Oh, cool.

Whoa. Do yourself a favor.

Steer clear of that wee lassie.

What if I don't?

Just offering some friendly advice,

pal. It's your funeral.

F***ing...

Whoo!

A star above the city

in the northern chill

A baby being born to the overkill

No say, no place to go

A TV and a radio

Ambition and love

wearing boxing gloves

And singing hearts and flowers

But somewhere in my heart

There is a star that shines for you

Silver splits the blue

Love...

- More!

- More, more, more!

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

- Kara, shall we?

- Come on, then.

Enjoy your night.

- Marcus seems wild.

- Yeah, he is.

- How long have you known him?

- Marcus?

15 years.

Met him at boarding school.

He kind of took me under his wing.

I haven't really been able

to get rid of him since.

- You went to boarding school?

- Yeah.

- You did?

- Yeah.

Why did you go there?

Parents went to work abroad when

I was 12, so they chucked me in there.

- Wow. That's pretty harsh.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it is harsh.

F***ers.

I've got a fiance, and she's pregnant.

Iona.

- I'm sorry. Listen, I should have...

- Listen, no.

- I should have said. I should...

- Listen.

I have had a f***ing boring week.

My mum owns the inn.

And I have the bar keys.

Just come and have a drink with me.

- Yeah?

- Of course.

Okay.

- So you grew up here?

- Yep.

I should probably think about leaving

soon, though, before it's too late.

I don't know.

I think it's quite cool. I like it.

- Try living here.

- This is true.

So, how are you feeling

about being a dad?

I don't know.

I mean, it's f***ing terrifying. It's...

Yeah, course it is.

No, I think you'll be okay.

I hope so.

Cheers.

Rise and shine.

Come on, Vaughn. Get up!

We're late.

Morning. Come on, Vaughn.

Hop to it. We're late.

Get up.

Someone crept back

suspiciously late last night.

Nothing f***ing happened, man, okay?

So just shut up.

Just... I'm just hungover.

I mean, how come you're so fresh?

Oh, you're not sniffing

that sh*t again, are you?

I didn't smoke. I told you, smoking

gives you hangovers, not alcohol.

Jesus, man,

I thought you quit that stuff.

I'm on my holidays.

Jesus Christ, mate. You look like sh*t.

Can you just do me a favor

and just shoot me?

Here. Take a shot of this.

- Oh, f***. I've forgotten the ammo.

- You're joking me.

We're gonna have to go back

to the hotel, mate.

- Can I not just use yours?

- No, you can't just use mine.

You can't put .270 ammo

into a .243 rifle.

- You'll blow your own head off.

- Okay, I don't care. I'll just...

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