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l need a toot, blud.

Don't you think you should leave?

l said don't you think you should leave?

You said he's going to come back.

Where the f*** am l meant to go?

Where am l going?

Where the f*** am l meant to go? Huh?

Well, l just, er...

l don't know, somewhere. There must be...

must be somewhere you can go.

Don't get it, do you?

You can move on 'cause you got cash.

No, it...it... lt isn't just about money.

Yes, it is just about money, blud.

What separates me and you?

Poverty. F***ing poverty.

Oh, sh*t. Paul.

There's a problem, man.

All right. OK. What if...

What if l said that l could get you money?

- Hm?

- What if l got you money?

Then do you reckon

you'd be able to leave?

You said you couldn't

get me no more money.

- Yeah. l know.

- Where you gonna get me money from?

With this.

l ain't doing no armed robberies.

No, no, no, no, no.

l'm not talking about that.

So what are you saying?

Why's he looking for the gun?

Why's he want the gun

back so badly? Hm?

Oh, come on. Come on.

l heard what he said to you.

- What did he say?

- That this gun is a murder weapon.

So?

So? What would happen

if the police got hold of it?

l ain't handing it in to no Feds.

Just give me the gun back.

l'm not suggesting...l'm not

suggesting we hand it in.

So what you saying then, man?

W...we got Hoodwink's gun, yeah?

Wh...what do you want to do? Huh?

You want to sell him

his own gun back?

Horatio. Horatio.

You don't sell Hoodwink

his own gun, blud.

Huh, huh. Why not?

'Cause you don't.

- Why not?

- Ah, 'cause he's a killer.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

You...

You motherf***er!

Motherf***er!

Hm... What's gonna stop him from...

from buying the gun off you

and shooting you, blud?

- Well, l'll take the bullets out.

- What?

l'll take the bullets out.

He only wants the gun.

He doesn't want the bullets.

Oh, sh*t.

Will you help me, for Christ's sake?!

- l'm looking for my rock, man.

- Forget the crack.

- You're not going to find anything here.

- Shh. l got...bad man dementia.

That's not dementia, that's demented.

No. Demented, yeah?

Demented is you trying to sell a killer

back his own gun, blud. Yeah?

This here is sensible, do you understand?

Listen to me. Listen to me.

We have got to leave now!

Yes.

Ahhh!

l got it. Who's demented now?

Oi...

"All of the yout' shall witness

the day Babylon shall fall."

Later, blud.

F***ing D! Motherf***er!

You're f***ing dead, you little prick!

Back up! F***ing back up!

Don't be f***ing stupid, gaybo.

Back the f*** up!

Put the gun down. And get out.

Get out. Just put the gun down

on the floor and get out.

'Cause l ain't got

no beef with you, gaybo.

No.

lf you want the gun,

you're gonna have to pay for it.

l know why you want this gun so badly.

- What the f*** have you been saying?!

- So pay up.

Yeah. Yeah, the whole lot.

Or l'm calling the police right now.

OK. OK. OK.

Come and get it.

You come and get my...

..f***ing money.

Go on.

Go on.

You pick up

the f***ing money, D, you're dead.

l can't.

Sh*t.

Oh...oh...oh...

Oh, gaybo.

- Oi! F***ing get off him!

- You're dead, you f***er!

- Get off him!

- You're f***ing dead...

Get the f*** off him, man.

Ah! Ah!

Calm down, D. Calm down.

Hey, lose the blade, man.

Lose the f***ing blade!

- OK, OK!

- Go on!

Come on, man. Look, l...l...

l know you were trying to pay me back.

l understand that.

Please, D. Please.

Look at Tania. l'm...l'm just about...

just about to become a dad. Huh?

Please, D. Pl... D, don't do nothing stupid.

Think. Think of the rocks

we could get, eh? You and me.

Huh?

Eh, go round Crystal's, eh?

Get a nice half G stone.

Go back to my place.

- Have a toot. Oh, it's beautiful.

- Stop it, man. Stop. Shut up. Shut up!

Nice pipe.

You know that...tight taste in your lungs.

Beautiful, D.

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Now shoot the gaybo.

Come on, D. Come on.

Shoot the f***ing gaybo

and you are forgiven.

No, D.

Come on, shoot the gaybo.

He...he....he knows too much.

He's gotta go. Shoot the gaybo, D.

Sh-sh-sh-shoot!

- Shoot him like you shot wee Briony.

- Please, D. please.

l didn't shoot her.

Course you did.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

You shot her.

- Oh, come on, D...

- No, you shot her!

D. We're a team. Huh?

You and me. D and Hoody. Huh?

Now, come on, shoot

the f***ing gaybo!

That weren't part of it, blud!

lt's not what you said to me.

Uh...

For f***'s sake, D. Briony, she was...

she was threatening me, right?

She stole money off me,

she threatened to go to the Feds.

She was trying to blackmail me. l couldn't

have that, l've got a kid on the way.

- So she had to go.

- What you talking about her like that, bruv?

My girl. That was my girl, yeah?

- Hoods, l loved her.

- You loved her?

She was a wee crackhead whore.

And she sucked cock for rock.

lt's my fault, man.

l coaxed her down into the basement.

And he was waiting there.

l thought...l thought he was

just gonna scare her, man.

He f***ing lost it.

He just went f***ing mental, man.

He shot her.

Just shot her.

D? D.

We gotta go. We gotta go.

No, Horatio.

No. No. No. You go, yeah?

You go.

This ain't your world down here, blud.

We got the money. We can leave.

Go where, blud?

Where the f*** can l go? Huh?

l've done bad, blud.

Don't you understand?!

Just f*** off, yeah! l've gunned down

nuff people, you know, blud!

- F*** off, yeah?!

- OK, OK, OK, OK.

OK. OK.

OK.

- l'll sort it.

- All right. l'm going. l'm going.

Just go, man.

Come on, D,

you've gotta go too. Please.

l can see her eyes, man.

When she was laying on the floor.

And you know what

them eyes were saying?

Thought me and you was tight, D.

Me and you was tight.

l tried to help her, like.

She died, yeah?

She had the look in her eyes.

She was saying, "Why, D?

"Why? Why, D?"

That's how l know, blud.

Shooting someone ain't gonna

bring nothing but badness.

l keep telling you this.

Just f*** it off, man. Just forget it.

l wasn't going to shoot anybody.

l was gonna shoot myself.

Why, Horatio?

You ain't done nothing wrong.

Whereas...whereas l have.

You...you still got

a chance to have a nice life, blud.

Whereas l don't.

Just...sort out your sh*t, yeah?

Please, Tom.

Move on, yeah?

Move on, man.

We can all move on.

We can move on.

Just move on.

Breathe softly while you wait

l won't be long

l will stop the clock for you

When l get home

When l get home

Tenderness will pull you through

Lie gently while you wait

l'll be there soon

l'll build a fire for you

When l get home

We will rest

And we will sleep

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