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He just wouldn't run away

and leave me.

Where did you go?

For a walk.

Here.

I've been thinking.

They'll come here eventually.

We just have to keep on watching.

We don't know that they'll come.

We'll have to sit there for days.

Well, the dog's out of the way.

They f***ing raped me, Adam.

And they f***ing destroyed

your face.

Look, we need to be able to see

inside the house.

We need to see when they come.

All your equipment is in your van.

- Just have to get you in the house.

- Inside the house, yeah. Yeah.

You're f***ing crazy.

Okay.

Well, then why don't you f*** off...

...and leave me be?

Alice.

Napisy pobrane z NapisZone

I just...

We did the dog, yeah?

So why can't we just?

I don't understand

what the f*** we're doing here.

Come on, come on, come on.

F***.

F***.

We were in the mood

for some entertainment.

I told you, I was looking for my dog.

- Your dog?

- Never mind.

- It's not your old dog we came to see.

- F*** off.

It's the young pup.

- Call her, Billy.

- Sophie.

- We've come to see you.

- She's not here.

Tell us where she is, old chap.

We'll go and pick her up.

Sh*t.

Well, you are a bit of c*nt.

Yes, fair enough, Mr. Rape-o.

- Jamie, please.

- You sick fucks.

I see you've turned the missus

to face the wall.

God rest her.

- Must be ashamed of something.

- Something disgusting.

Sophie must have done that.

Doesn't want her dead mom

to see what a mess you've made.

She'd die all over again.

Jamie, really, what do you want?

We may find

that we need some more money.

I haven't got any more money.

All right, well,

since you're an old friend...

...tomorrow morning.

Or I'll be forced to collect.

- Maybe you can take the Porsche?

- That f***ing crap piece of sh*t?!

F***.

F***.

Sophie?

Where are you, hon?

Okay.

Trust me. Trust me, okay?

Are you in there?

- Sophie?

- They did this to me...

...your father and his friends.

Where are you?

Billy boy.

Give it to her.

Sophie?

Sophie?

Please!

- Sophie.

- They've gone.

You okay?

I could hear them talking.

Just hold on a minute.

F***ing hell.

F*** it. Take this off.

Quickly.

I f***ing love you.

I f***ing love you.

I want you to turn over for me.

Turn around. Turn over.

- That's it, good girl.

- Adam.

- Listen to me.

- Adam, no.

Now, listen.

I just want you to tell me something.

- I need you to tell me.

- No!

- Are you ready for a f***? Tell me.

- No!

F***ing tell me.

Want a very good f***?

No! F*** off.

What the f*** are you doing?

Stop it.

What are you doing?

No.

No.

Adam!

Adam.

Adam.

Adam!

You f***ing...

You can't do this!

You f***ing coward.

I'm cold.

Let's get you in the house.

F***ing help me.

Come on, stand up.

Help me.

Where did you come from?

You fell against the car horn.

I heard it from the road.

The road's two miles away.

I want...

I want to thank you.

I was making a mistake.

Another mistake.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I've done something.

Go on.

I knew some people...

...who were friends of mine.

I owe them money.

And we used to work together

long time ago in the military.

After Maggie died,

I began to see them a lot.

Who's Maggie?

My wife.

Anyway, I was driving them home,

these friends of mine.

We'd been drinking.

Must have been 4 in the morning.

And there she was.

My daughter.

Miles from anywhere.

Sophie, need a lift home?

Leave her. I'll pick her up later.

We'll take her. Yes, Bill?

I'd love to take her.

Crisis.

I try to make sure Sophie

isn't around these two men.

Just because the way they look at her.

They're cold, cold men.

Anyway, she...

Jamie starts telling her things

about me. Toying with her.

We've been to a party.

And your papa's invited us all

back to yours.

I think we should just put him to bed.

Leave her out, please.

She's 16, for f***'s sake.

- In Djibouti...

- It's too late.

...I saw Jamie shoot a taxi driver

in the back of the head...

...instead of paying the fare.

- F*** off.

- What do they want?

Don't speed up. Let them wait.

You wanker.

F***.

Well, that wasn't very nice, was it?

I think we all need a pick-me-up.

Not in front of my daughter, Jamie.

Now you, beautiful.

I think then she knew

what was gonna happen.

She was trusting me...

...to do something.

I had to do something

before we got home.

So, what did you do?

I improvised.

It was a diversion.

That was all it was ever meant to be.

Just something to get Jamie

and Bill's mind off my little girl.

- Get out.

- What you doing? You're hurting him.

Shut up, just go. Go now.

I'll keep them busy.

I made myself want to do it.

I made myself.

And then I didn't wanna stop.

What did you do?

Say it.

I f***ed her.

Take it easy, darling.

Catch.

No!

That's it, that's it.

Alice. Alice.

F***ing little tart.

Yeah. You f***ing remember me.

Shut your f***ing mouth.

Shut it.

Quiet!

Shut up.

Gag him.

Get him up here.

Up, up.

- Where are we going with this?

- Just hold him tight.

Stay still.

You filthy f***.

F***ing give it to him.

You ready?

You f***.

F***'s sakes, Alice, give it to him.

It's over.

- I thought you was gonna shoot him?

- I was.

Then f***ing do it.

That's why we came.

- It's over, Adam.

- No.

No, it's not over, no.

I haven't f***ing forgiven.

Now, come here, show me.

That's it.

Now, what's your best eye?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Adam, don't. No.

- Come on, just step away.

- Shut up! Shut up!

You've had your f***ing go.

An eye for an eye.

Justice for me, Alice, yeah?

- Yeah? Yeah?

- Adam...

...I am begging you.

Put the knife down!

You brought me here.

This was your f***ing idea.

No!

F***! F***!

Alice.

Alice. Alice.

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

It's your friends.

What's up, Jamie?

Looks like

there's someone else in there.

F***ing Christ!

F***.

F***.

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