The ABCs of Death 2

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Okay.

No.

Come on.

Hey, boys, look at this.

Put the cards down, you c*nts.

That's it, touch her hair.

Go on. Go on.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Two f***in' beautiful faces.

Kiss her.

Yeah. That's it.

Yeah. F***in' tits.

Don't f***in' care.

What is that f***ing smell?

Would it kill you to smile?

F***in' $6,000 a month to rent

this place and it stinks like sh*t.

Hi, I'm Peter Toland,

welcome to "Toland's World".

This week we're in Elderberry Vale

in Nottinghamshire, -

a thriving stretch

of classic English countryside, -

home to literally thousands

of indigenous plants and animals, -

including a 400-year-old

badger sett, -

which has crisscrossed this hill

for untold generations.

But in the last two years, the

badgers have disappeared because -

a shadow has fallen across this hill,

a shadow in the form of this...

Are you gonna pan off me?

Hello?

Are you going to pan

to the power station? Or...

Yeah OK, cut!

Sorry, Peter we gotta cut there.

No-no, don't cut.

Do not cut.

What's happening?

Sorry, we lost focus

a few times earlier so...

Yeah? We lost focus or you,

you lost focus?

I... I could... I could do

with another crack at that, Peter.

- Sorry, yes.

- Could you? Another crack.

Well, what's going on?

You lost focus.

That's the whole point.

That's your job, isn't it, Brian?

We just didn't realize -

you were going to move around

so much so...

Of course I move around,

that's my style.

There were some

quite large movements.

We could whack down a sausage

for you, Peter, if that's...

I don't want a sausage.

Shove it up your ass!

No... Look, all I meant was,

maybe there's...

No, look, Don, let me explain

how this works, OK?

It's John.

Whatever your name is.

I move around, you follow me.

That's the way it works on

Toland's World, it's like a dance.

- OK?

- Yeah I get it.

So should we cut now

and go again, or...

No... no, I say cut,

that's how it works on the show.

OK? I call cut and

until then we keep filming.

You got that?

Right, that's how we roll.

- Alright? Good.

- OK, yeah.

Prick.

Look, honestly,

don't worry about it.

It's just a little

alpha male display -

and it'll all blow over,

I swear to you.

Look, he knows you worked

with Attenborough, right?

So he just feels,

he just feels a bit threatened.

Oh, right, it's all about

the Silver Leopard Awards.

Yeah, he's a bit raw.

Well done though.

Good work. Really good work.

- Yeah, cheers.

- What, so does he think he should -

have won them or...?

- He's been nominated three times, -

and now he thinks

Attenborough's rigging it.

I know, I know.

What was that?

Hang on, let me listen,

let me listen, hang on.

Greedy little buggers.

Whoa.

You still...

You getting this, Brian?

Yeah... the badgers.

Having fun are we? Big fun.

Fun times. Clue me in.

Let's have a laugh.

- Peter, the badgers are still here.

- The badgers are still...

No, the badgers are dead because of

the toxins from the power station.

That's what the episode is about.

- Look, we put the...

- Put what?

I don't think we should

carry on filming.

Listen, you. Who are you anyway? You

waltz in here at the last minute, -

calling the shots.

- I didn't waltz in anywhere. You...

I don't want to hear

any more from you, OK?

But listen, Peter.

Can you hear me?

I mean is this for real?

Of course it's real,

and it's gonna get more real, -

because someone's gonna

get punched in a minute.

Look, please.

Listen Peter,

I'm just trying to help.

I do not wanna hear

one more word from you.

Shall I text you? Or...?

Oh. Ow.

Well don't just stand there.

Give me a hand.

Jesus!

Peter! Peter!

Pete, oh, God!

Peter?

Peter?

Oh, Jesus.

Cut.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

People, settle. Settle.

Justice will be done but not here.

Fletcher Powell,

this court finds you guilty -

of the murder of Lucy Wilson.

I didn't kill her!

I did not kill her!

You need to let me go!

- You need to call the police.

- F*** law!

You need to deal with this

the right way! The only way.

All local matters

are dealt with internally.

- You know that.

- This is a matter of law!

Your authorities do not stretch

to those boundaries!

Barclay...

If you confess now, we shall

call the proper authorities.

Deny, and you will

be executed this afternoon.

- Don't stop!

- Take him to the f***ing woods!

Very well. I killed Lucy.

I dumped her body in the

River Kennet beyond Eddington.

There you go. There's my

confession, -

now call the Police!

- You f***ing sh*t!

Call the Police.

You said! You promised!

You all heard him!

You all bore witness!

You shall be taken from this court

to the place of execution, -

with no further delay.

The main

headlines this lunchtime...

Lucy Wilson, missing for

over a month and presumed dead, -

has been found alive and well

in East Yorkshire.

The fourteen year old had run away

with her 26 year-old boyfriend, -

who has been arrested

by local authorities.

Hey guys, she's alive. Lucy's alive!

It's all over the news!

Come on, faster!

So this it? You're just gonna

shoot me down like some dumb animal?

Oh Jesus Christ, no, please!

Don't do this!

Father, don't let them do this...

please!

Dearly beloved,

it hath pleased Almighty God -

in His justice,

to bring you under sentence -

and condemnation of the law...

Hold him down.

You can't...

please, you can't kill me!

Father, please stop!

You are to suffer death

in such a manner -

that others,

warned by your example -

may be the more afraid to offend.

Oh, f***!

What the f*** Tobias,

you didn't hit him hard enough!

I'll hit him a-f***ing-gain then,

won't I!

Oh f***ing hell,

you nearly took my fingers off!

Well f***ing move back then!

Decorum, boys!

Give this man his dignity!

Father, shut the f*** up!

For the love of God, finish this!

Finish him off.

And we pray, God,

that you may make such use -

of your punishments in this world

that your soul may be saved -

in the world to come.

- You're blooded now.

Lucy Wilson missing for over

a month and presumed dead...

I did not kill her!

Welcome back.

Looking good.

Life is yours.

Now you must pay me.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

You pay for life.

Please don't...

Shut your ugly face.

Go ahead and alert them, go ahead.

It's exactly what I'm about to do

if you just stop interrupting.

Sorry...

I thought you'd like

all the "tehila" to yourself.

What do you mean by "tehila?"

Glory.

So say glory.

What do you mean?

If you'll shoot the rifle, -

your friends will come running -

and take all the credit for

capturing the "Israeli b*tch".

What's your name?

No names!

Ok, so I'll make one up, -

Muhammad.

Very original.

Instead of calling your gang, -

you can climb the tree, -

cut the cables,

and take me to the village yourself.

Or maybe you're afraid of heights?

I'm not afraid of

anything, you slut!

Then prove it.

I jumped from an airplane, -

Let's see you climb a tree.

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