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Don't worry about them.

Oh, do you, do you wanna go now, mate?

No, I'm, no thank you.

Suit yourself.

F***in' come on, come up here,

that's right, yes!

Take it, take it up the wrong 'un,

oh God!

Come on now, girl, come on!

That's right, oh come on! God, oh!

What's happened now?

Nothing.

Well, don't give me that.

You've got a face like a smacked ass.

And?

- You argue with Adele again?

- Don't wanna talk about it, okay?

Fine.

So, how was college?

Usual, crap.

Thomas, you could try to sound interested

in something,

instead of being angry all the time.

Let's just think about that for a second,

shall we? Why am I angry?

Mum and Dad are dead,

we're about to be evicted,

and if I'm lucky, in a few months,

I'll leave college, work on

someone else's farm

while they change ours into some sort

of housing estate.

It's not all about you.

Who's that? It's so late.

Hang on, I'll just use my X-ray vision

to see through the door.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

All I'm saying is nothing good

ever happens.

In fact, nothing interesting

ever happens to us.

Sorry to trouble you,

but we need some help.

F***.

F***, f***, f***.

- Oh sh*t!

- Is he dead?

Not yet, darling.

How you doing, kiddo?

Musta been one hell of a party, eh?

So what do you want?

What's your name?

Martine. He's my brother Thomas.

Martine...

We've had... bit of an accident.

We just need somewhere to lay low for

the night and get him stitched up.

Why didn't you go to a hospital?

Well, you see, Thomas,

it's a gunshot wound,

and hospitals have got a funny habit

of calling the police when a patient

rocks up with a gunshot wound.

- Where are your parents?

- Dead.

Anybody else here?

- No one.

- Girlfriend?

Aunts, uncles?

Boyfriend?

No, we live alone.

As I say, we're in a bit of a pickle.

We're not here to hurt you.

I just wanna get him

patched up and lay low.

You help us out, we'll be gone

first thing in the morning,

no harm done, I promise.

No harm done?

You just showed up at our door

wavin' your gun around.

We've got a half dead man

on our dining room table.

You could be anyone.

What's your point?

I don't want you in our house,

I don't want you near my brother,

and I certainly don't want you near me.

Point taken.

We'll be gone in the mornin'.

What do you want us to do?

Can you drive?

- Well, I don't have my licence.

- You're not driving anywhere.

Don't worry about what she's saying.

Are you capable of driving my car

from where it is

to out of sight round the back?

Yeah.

Will you do that for me, please?

Okay.

Martine, I'm gonna need you to get me

some needle, thread, tweezers,

and the sharpest knife

you can find, and...

some of your finest

sanitary towels, please.

Now.

You are joking.

No.

You really gonna take a bullet out of his

shoulder with a craft knife and tweezers?

Yeah.

And you're gonna stitch him up

with fishing wire and a tampon?

Tampon?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Agh, f***in' hell!

I'm just cleanin' it, mate,

I'm just cleanin' it.

- Drink some of this.

- You sure about this?

Not really mate, but what the f*** else

we gonna do?

- Woo, you ready?

- Yeah.

- Let's f***in' do it.

- Wait.

Wait, have you done this before?

No.

Well, then, give it to me.

I've got training.

- Really?

- Yes.

Well, what sort of training you got?

You like a doctor, a nurse or something,

what?

Vet.

Sorry, did you say vet?

- Yes.

- Right.

You did something like this before?

Similar.

On horses.

Horses?

Got it.

Thanks for that.

Thanks a lot.

I, er, I need a phone.

But I can't find one.

I've been lookin' everywhere.

We don't have a phone, it got cut off.

Right.

Where's the nearest phone box then?

About a mile and a half down the road.

You got a car?

My mum's old Jeep is

parked around the back.

Good, okay, good.

We leave in five minutes.

Do I have a choice?

No, no you don't.

Farmhouse?

- Anybody hurt?

- Yeah he's hurt pretty bad.

Will he make it?

Yeah, he's tough as old boots.

He's gonna make it, but...

We can't hang around here.

We need an out.

Turn your phone on at 7.00am

for 10 minutes.

I'll text you details.

Oh, and Dexter, don't trust anyone.

Yeah, I hear you.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

So word from the boss.

You find Dex and his bum boy Al...

you keep his share of the money.

How much?

Don't know, the bastards bumped us

before we got a chance to count it.

But about six million

supposedly in the van.

Al was injured.

Now, if I was injured, I'd hole up

somewhere unexpected for the night,

get myself sorted then I'd push on

in the morning.

Got a couple of shots in the fuel tank,

so they wouldn't have got far.

It's a pretty isolated area.

Just do the rounds.

So what's your story?

Why do you wanna know?

Well, you've taken my brother and I

hostage in our own home.

I think we deserve some kind

of explanation.

Yeah, fair enough.

Um, I guess what you really need to know

is that Al and I pulled a job today.

Our associates were greedy

and they tried to kill us.

Didn't work, but Al did get shot

and that is how we came to be

at your house tonight.

And I'm truly sorry about that.

Nice watch.

Thanks, my girlfriend...

Sorry, my ex-girlfriend gave it to me.

That was nice of her.

Shame though.

What is?

Girl like that bought me a watch,

I'd be pretty pissed off

if she then dumped me.

As it happens, I dumped her.

Why?

I don't wanna talk about it.

She, er, stole money off ya?

No.

She f***ed your best friend?

- Did you f*** her best friend?

- No!

Well, what then?

If you must know, she wasn't a virgin.

And that makes a difference to you?

Yes, it does.

Let me, er... explain a little theory

of mine to ya.

Suppose all you'd ever eaten

was McDonald's,

you were very happy with your McDonald's,

until one day you walk past a Burger King.

Now these Burger Kings look great,

but you stay loyal to your McDonald's,

so you walk away and try to forget

these other burgers.

But sooner or later curiosity

gets the better of ya.

Curiosity killed the cat.

But you see what I'm getting at.

Burgers are a metaphor for d*cks, right?

Something like that, yeah.

- Adele's a vegetarian.

- Then you're screwed.

Your friend Al, is he dangerous?

I mean, is Thomas gonna be okay there?

Al wouldn't hurt a fly.

A gangster that wouldn't hurt a fly?

Seriously, Al never really hurt anybody.

Except for his stepdad that time.

Don't move a f***ing muscle.

Oz, long time no see.

Just come out the Scrubs.

Workin' for Fordy, eh?

Time bein'.

Where's the f***in' money?

Beats me.

Dex left me with the kid and his sister,

took the money and ran.

Don't talk sh*t.

You two is tight as a duck's ass.

And if I didn't know you better,

I coulda swear you two were queer.

Now, where is he?

What happened to his stepdad?

This guy had been beating and bullying Al

and his mum for years.

One time, Al comes home...

Now, Al loves his mum, loves his mum,

so he decides to try and intervene.

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