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right, most dishonourable ...

... Fisher and his

astounding dirty vessels.

- I haven't got the keys.

- Huh?

- I haven't got the keys.

- Then bring me some other keys.

I'm f***ing not giving the bag.

I haven't got the keys.

- Which means it's inside the f***ing bag.

- It's not my fault.

Oh my God!

Shut up Sam, for f*** sake!

- What we gonna do?

- We're f***ed!

Move!

Open the door!

- Come on, Tim. Come on.

- I'm trying!

- Hurry up!

- Run!

Come on! Come on!

Go!

- Come on.

- F*** it here, Tim.

Oh my God!

- Oh f***!

- Stay down!

F***!

Dirty! Dirty! ....

Dirty! Dirty, dirty, ...

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to a special show

that is ultimately dirty.

But first, a little word

about health and safety.

You've all got your goggles. I want you

all to put them on now like your eyes.

Fine.

That's good.

Let's crack 'em, baby, shall we?

Let's see if the

old girl still works.

Right then. Who wants this

hookah, man? You or your mule?

What about you, sir?

This hook you?

Ooh, did someone

do a rotten today?

What is there lallu?

Stick you over the arse?

Ooh, you're dirty, aren't ya.

Alright ya?

Say "aye" dirty girl.

- Heh. Who wants this up them ass?

- He wants!

- Who dude?

- He wants!

- Who dude?

- He wants.

This pretty young

fella here then, ah!

Your f***ing animals!

F*** you! You c*nts!

- Well, you've got a dirty mouth, eh?

- F*** you!

- Oh, I'll soon sort you out.

- F*** you!

Come on, maybe out of your seats.

We don't want no

more trouble now, do we?

No!

Stop it!

Oh, I can smell ya.

Now, won't we?

I warning you!

You'll be in sh*t like your

main partner. Now come on out!

I'll be having ya. I swear.

I'll be having ya.

Oh booger!

Get out, push him off!

Oh f***!

Oh Jesus!

- It's f***ing stuck.

- Alright, going 1, 2, 3. Push!

Come on. Quick!

- Where is he then?

- Who?

Who! You lumpy stupid, Gris.

Where is he?

He went after the others.

Don't worry, he's got his gun, though.

Going after who?

Outsiders. When they got

away and went off beyond.

For f*** sake,

why didn't you tell me?

He didn't want to stop the show.

But he's got his gun, though.

- F***ing, cracking powder. It must be ...

- F*** off!

Sue me, Jim!

Hell! Wren, get moving your

udder, give him your Podge.

- There is nobody there.

- Right. We've got work to do, lads.

They won't get far.

Twenty traps laid around these parts.

- They won't leave.

- They never do.

Hey! Where the f*** are we going?

- We're going back to the cottage.

- No! We're not going back.

There's nothing else we can do, Sam.

We've got to go back.

Kate, I'm sorry.

But I just meant to.

Well, maybe that's

what they'll think.

We need the maps and we need the phones.

We need to tell someone where we are.

Can you just get us

out of here, please?

Sam, that's what

I'm trying to do.

Come on!

Alright, listen to me.

We need to be quick.

We need to look for

the phones and the map.

They are in here somewhere.

I don't know where Jeff put them.

I need to look everywhere, okay.

I'm going to check all the stairs.

Look, Sam here, you can ...

I'm gonna check the kitchen, okay?

Where are all the phones, Jeff?

Got the maps,

did you find the phones?

They're not in any, Kate. We looked

everywhere. What's in that room?

That room's have been f***ing

locked since we got here, Tim!

They are here.

I know they're in because Jeff put

them in a bag and hid them somewhere.

Now we're not looking properly.

- Did you try the dining room?

- Just long in that.

Well, let's look again, shall we!

F*** it!

- I can't find anything!

- Kate! We're scared!

We can't be able to get

caught like the others, do we?

I'm scared, Tim!

I'm scared, scared, scared!

We need to phone the police, we

need to tell somebody that we're here.

They're coming for us.

They've got guns.

Otherwise, we're dead.

Do you understand?

Why don't we just go now?

Kate, please. We've got the maps.

Listen. I'm going to

check outside in the barn.

You need to look at the

map and see where we are.

I'll be back in a

second and join the family.

Good evening.

I reckon my first blood lads.

Yeah. And it

will be fi fy if I go.

Well, next we've got the north,

they said they want to go...

Fi fy if I go.

They pulled down father's checks,

and chopped off all his legs...

Fi fy if I go.

They took his dirty wife,

and buried her alive...

Fi fy if I go.

They took all dirty kids,

and fed them to the pigs ...

Fi fy if I go.

Sh*t!

Kate, we need more bullets.

- Where are they?

- They're in there.

Ron, we need

ammunition up here, now.

- Here you are, Jim.

- Swap with him.

Rats, with me, now.

- Alright go on.

- What?

- I'll get you half a dozen pints in.

- Alright!

Go on, lad.

- Oh! That looks painful.

- No, please.

F*** you!

Blasted!

Jim, help me.

Let if out.

You got us by our knockers.

What are you gonna do now, eh?

There's a lot of us. For miles around.

Not many of you, not around here.

You won't make a blime if you

ever give a pull that trigger.

He won't miss him if you blow him off.

Quiet dope.

Why waste your rounds

on tittlers like him?

When you could be bugging where

have him beauties like me, eh?

That's good.

I need you to stay still, Sam.

Be still, be still.

- It's gonna be alright. Come on.

- How many more?

Keep one.

That's it!

That's all.

- Thank you.

- That's alright.

You're okay.

It's okay.

It's alright.

I know.

- Look after him. What a way to go.

- I'll bet.

Poor old Rats. Quickest too short

lungs suffered down in records.

Hey! Come on, you dirty bastards!

Come on!

- 5 along 40 yards.

- Come on!

10 on 50.

- Right, play on.

- Come on, you f***ers!

Come on!

Come on.

Oh f***!

F***!

Well, you jummy bastard. 1 leg

another 15 yards. Double or nought.

- 1 leg?

- Right.

- You, are you alright, are you?

- Oh yeah Podge, it's that last break.

- What if she loses?

- Leg. Only one mine.

Let's get it over.

Come on.

It's alright.

You're okay.

No! Stop!

F***!

Glad you're on, Podge.

- You might know what I told ya.

- Yeah, she's proper feisty that one.

There she goes.

Come on, lass.

- What are they doing?

- I don't know.

I'm leaving with a

golden bullet left here.

I'm going to try that other room.

Stay and keep watch, okay.

It's going to be alright.

Tim.

Sam! There is a staircase down

here, leading down to the cellar.

But I'm going to check it out alright.

Stay there and keep watch.

Dear Lord, who art

in heaven, and hell.

You had their momma worried.

He was right little sh*t hole, man bull.

Deep down he was a good man.

Loved his greens.

All they said these vegetables.

You remember the day .... cheesenuts.

Being bowl of broccoli no butter ...

You are my son.

Amen.

Tim!

Sam. There's answers.

These f***ing galleys are booze and vodka.

Look, the point I'm getting at is,

I'll call store.dot.lights.

It's the fire exits.

I got privity here.

Look. We don't want

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