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- I did not do it.

"It"? Your bird.

In addition, young Jimmy.

We just wanted to scare him.

So it was you.

It was a way in to you.

Why I?

Why I?

Why not?

You nearly killed him.

We were just f***ing about.

Well, I am not f***ing about.

No, no. I am not f***ing around.

You look at me.

Do I look like I have

got anything to lose.

Okay, so I am going to ask you.

Right. For one last time.

One f***ing time.

F***ing answer me, c*nt!

Alternatively, I will kick

your f***ing head in!

What is your f***ing name?

What is your name?

My name is Carl.

My name is f***ing Carl.

Carl.

You are not going to wimp out

on me now, are you? Eh?

You are such a hard man.

Are not you?

What is your f***ing

problem anyway?

I am the one going to hell. You are

just F***ing standing there. Watching.

F***ing... F***ing die!

Do it!

Do not touch that.

Does not f***ing touch that!

You see that. See that.

My son. Yeah.

Worth 10 of you.

See, I cannot go back now.

Not from here.

We have both gone too far.

What are you doing? What?

No. No.

I would be surprised if you had

not Seen this stuff before,

A man of the world

like yourself.

What are you going to do?

I am going to fill you up

until you are fit to burst.

You see, this stuff,

It is going to take you

on a dark, dark journey.

In addition, you will know

what it is to feel true fear.

I have to be honest

with you. Carl.

I do not think you are going to

be coming back from this.

You will wander off.

Someone will find you...

Eventually,

Out by the marshes.

It will do.

I can look up to the heavens and say.

We are equal now.

Ed. Ed.

Hi.

Hi. Are not they great?

I just love fireworks.

Yeah.

Josh, this is Ed,

An old friend from way back.

This is Josh and his

Lovely little son Charlie.

Hey, Charlie. How are you doing?

- Are you enjoying it?

- Yeah, it is great.

Dad, look at that one!

God, I can barely

hear myself think.

Why do not I get us

a bite to eat?

Yeah, yeah. Hot dog?

No, I am fine, thanks.

- How are you?

- I?

I am fine.

You look tired.

I am.

No Tom?

No.

How is he?

He is okay.

Look after him for me.

So, who is your friend?

You seem happy.

Yeah.

You know what. I am.

What is your secret?

I think you have got to

really, want it.

Listen, I should be heading off.

Okay.

- Nice to see you. Yeah.

- Nice to see you.

You take care. Bye.

- Get out of my f***ing way!

- Easy!

He did not die alone.

How?

We were there.

You are losing me, Carl.

Stevie.

Steven.

His name was Steven.

Not to us.

What do you think you are doing? Do you not think

You are in enough f***ing trouble already.

When you told me, your son died.

I knew it was Stevie.

Then I saw the photo.

You were a mate of my son.

Why did I never meet you?

Met many of his mates, did you?

Listen, I am not the one on f***ing

Trial here. Yeah? You are.

It was not a hit-and-run.

We nicked the car.

Who nicked what car?

Us.

I. Stevie. Azza and Michael.

You'd f***ing say f***ing anything

to get out of here, would not you.

No. Azza was the one

who got the car started.

We drove it up to the petrol

station, by the wasteland,

Where Stevie wanted

to play dodgems.

Where one of us.

Would stand in front of the car

with it speeding towards us,

Dive out the way

at the last possible moment.

He always was a nuttier.

Michael was driving.

He heard police sirens.

In addition, panicked.

He slammed on the brakes, However,

it was moving too quickly.

Stevie went straight over.

We panicked.

We drove until we must

Have been miles away.

Then we torched the car.

We did not feel good

About leaving Stevie, but...

He would have understood.

He was one of us.

- One of us?

- Under-Fives.

- Do not give me that f***ing crap.

- It is true.

- You are lying.

- What would you know?

- I was his f***ing father.

- Exactly!

Now, I know my son.

In addition, you would say

alternatively, do anything...

To save your stinking skin!

You did not know my son.

You did not know my son.

You did not know my son.

He had a burn mark

on the right side of his chest.

Yes.

How do you think

he got that burn mark.

Accident. Science.

- Initiation.

- Do not you f***ing give me that!

It is true. Have a look at

the right side of my chest.

He was my mate. I knew him.

Get it.

What are you telling me?

Help me, Mr. Carver.

You would help Stevie.

Now you know.

There is no difference.

You can only see

the good in Stevie.

However, what do you know?

You only see the bad in me.

What would you know?

You were never there.

He told us.

He had us.

In addition, the other stuff.

- Stuff?

- Yeah.

- He was involved.

- Involved.

Yeah.

The attack on the woman.

By the canal... The tourist.

Yeah. The one

that was in the papers.

Not last year.

About 18 months ago.

- He was there.

- There?

Yeah. There.

- He was there.

- He was involved.

Involved.

Involved.

He was involved.

Can you help me, Mr. Carver?

It is boiling.

I am... I am... I am so hot.

Please help... Help me.

I do not want to die.

I am scared.

What is happening to me?

You can...

Can you get somebody?

Can you get my mum?

Please...

Please get my mum.

Sh*t!

F***!

F***ing...

F***ing... Yes. Ambulance.

Yeah, overdose.

You have to come quick. You got to

Come quick! 50 Middleton Street.

Middleton Street.

50 Middleton Street, M1.

- Okay. Keep him moving.

- I will.

Keep your f***ing eyes open.

Look at me. Look at me.

Just look at me.

Is it over yet? Can I leave now?

Look at me. Hey, look at me.

What is your name?

Do not do that.

Do not do that. Look at me.

Do not close your f***ing eyes!

Look at me!

Tom!

Tom! Tom. It is I. It is Ed!

Let me in. Tom!

Tom! Tom. It is I!

Let me in! Tom.

For f***'s sake!

Tom! Tom!

Jesus Christ! Tom?

F***ing hell. Tom!

Tom. It is Ed! Tom?

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