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(glass clinking)

(flickering lights)

(retching and gagging)

- Help.

(flickering lights)

Hey, hey, hey!

You get me the fuck out of here!

You get me the fuck out of here!

You get me the fuck out of here, you cunt!

Do you know who you are fucking with?

I'll fuckin' kill you, cunt.

When I get out of here, I'm gonna fuckin' rip your head off

and shit down your neck you cunt.

I'm gonna rip your head off your dirty fucking

dust cut shoulders!

(spitting)

(adventurous music)

* Oh, I've been working a week, I'm tired *

* Yeah, I've been working a week and I'm *

* Just living for the weekend

* Hey hey

* I got some money I just got paid *

* Got some money and I can't wait *

* At six o'clock I'm out of here *

* Out there tonight

* Is the night of my last got my name on *

* Run down my street Adidas on my feet *

* I'm on fire

* Working all the time

* Work is such a bind

* Got some money to spend

* Living for the weekend

* When it gets too much

* I live for the rush

* Got some money to spend

* Living for the weekend

* Can you feel it

* Feel the pressure, rising

* Pushing down on me, oh lord

* Pressure

* Pressure

* Pressure, pressure, pressure

* Feel the pressure

* Pressure

* Pressure, pressure, pressure

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* Living for the weekend

* I'm living for the weekend oh *

* Going out tonight, going out tonight *

* Baby you and I, going out tonight *

* Going out tonight, going out tonight *

* Baby you and I, going out tonight *

* Going out tonight, going out tonight *

* Baby you and I

(crowd yelling excitedly) (sirens blaring)

(electric buzzing)

- Yeah, I needed that.

Just um, just the distress, you know.

- Next up the imagination.

- Yeah.

- I'll be out in a week.

- No, you stay until they say you can leave this time.

Dad I wanna suggest something now.

- Go back and concentrate on your studies.

- No I just want you to hear me out please, okay?

Let me run the shop for a few weeks.

- No, no, no. - Dad, please.

I can finish the work here, I don't need to physically

be at the university. - No.

No, I'll get some temps.

- Dad, there's hardly any food left to sell.

- I'm so sorry. - Look I know

if you just give me a few weeks,

I can get everything back on track.

- Salah, things aren't what they were when you were a kid.

- Yeah, I'm sure I can handle it.

I can handle it.

- Hey.

Did Rehaad win?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(people talking)

(buzzing)

(quick, bouncy music)

- [Radio Announcer] That too is incredible.

Just out today, already, talk about (muffled).

All right, you know what time it is?

Wherever you are, whoever you're with,

whatever goddamn awful job you've been stuck in all week,

I don't really care.

It's official people, the weekend has landed.

(people cheering) (upbeat dance music)

(sirens blaring)

- Friend, you gonna wait on?

I've been waiting for like fuckin' 15 minutes.

- All right, give me two minutes, yeah.

- Hey where are you from?

I said where are you from?

Well like, the Middle East, Pakistan?

- Pakis, Pakistan isn't, isn't in the Middle East.

- Ah, it's all the fucking same.

- Get off the fuckin' geography lesson mate,

you're holdin' him up.

- [Man With Wig] What are you saying?

- Well I'm saying like proper English mate,

you should try it some time.

(guys laughing)

- [Man With Wig] Fuck off!

(all talking and yelling)

(phone ringing) (knocking at door)

- Evening.

Report a disturbance?

- Yeah, do you wanna come in?

- [Officer] Two parties involved in a large altercation?

- Yeah um, it all happened pretty quickly.

It was more like a brawl to be honest.

- [Radio Dispatcher] 351 respond.

- [Officer] Few minutes.

- A load of punches thrown, place left in a complete state,

this table just completely gone, um.

- Okay, great.

- Do you not need anything else?

- I'll get a crime number out to you.

If there's anything else, we'll be in touch.

- 'Cuse me, 'cuse me,

I called you like nearly three hours ago.

- Busy night.

(deep, haunting music)

- [Radio Announcer] Nearly a month now since that came out

and I've gotta say I'm still absolutely loving it.

Right, now there's rumors floating about this morning

that the coast might be welcoming a new super club

in the next few months.

Apparently, an unknown celebrity's been in talks

with the council about having to grow the town's night life.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Sabir] Breakfast in bed.

(singing in foreign language)

(announcer speaking foreign language)

Come on!

Oh.

- You're gettin' somewhere.

(laughing)

(people laughing and yelling) (thudding)

I've no idea how you put up with this for so long.

- They're just drunk, don't take it personally.

Come on boys!

(coughing)

(announcer speaking foreign language)

You watch Becks, he'll score in a minute.

(announcer speaking foreign language)

- [Announcer] David Beckham, David Beckham

(speaking foreign language)

- You gonna look at this before you go back to London?

- Not now, dad.

- Come on, you got a degree in politics,

surely you can help me raise some funds here.

- Dad, I'm not gonna get a degree in anything

if I don't get that finished.

- Listen I have a property lined up,

everything is just right.

- You're in no position to be starting restaurants

right now, you should be thinking about retiring.

Look let's just get the next few months out of the way

and I promise you I will look at the restaurant then.

(announcer speaking foreign language)

(banging on door)

- Hey, hey all right.

- Open the door, mate. - Come on man, hey.

(knocking at door)

- Hey fella (laughing),

hey fella open the door.

Fella, fella!

Open the door!

(door shaking and rattling)

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo stop it, stop it.

Stop it, leave.

Quiet, leave.

No food, we are closed.

(men talking)

There's no food, there's no food, come on guys, come on.

- Get inside, get inside there, go on, get in, go, go.

- Why, why, why, why. - What are we fucking doing?

What are we fucking doing man?

Be a fucking nice old man!

I barely fucking touched him.

- [Man In Distance] Hey, hey.

(men talking)

- No, he's fucked.

Come on, he's fucked, come on.

(announcer speaking foreign language)

- Dad?

Dad!

Dad, dad!

(deep, solemn music) (Salah breathing heavily)

(stammering) My-my-my-my dad's fallen down and

(stammering) I think there was a few guys down there,

I-I-I don't know if he's dying, please, just hurry up.

(haunting choral music)

Help!

(haunting choral music)

- [Announcer] Goal!

(speaking foreign language)

(deep, solemn tones)

(waves crashing)

(slow, solemn music)

(Salah crying)

(wind whipping)

- The report states that there may have been contact

with a third party, but this doesn't change the fact

that he died due to respiratory system collapse.

(sighing) The coroner's struggling to see

past his medical history.

Your father was exposed to some pretty nasty

chemical nerve agent before he came to this country.

- Yeah, I know, I know that, I know that,

and that has nothing to do with what happened.

- I did call the council to ask about cameras

and they came back with a statement.

"Installation of CCTV was never considered

a sufficiently worthwhile investment."

The fundamental problem we have

is that without an eyewitness it's impossible

to prove the manslaughter claim.

Last couple years I was trying to encourage him

towards insolvency but he wasn't having any of it.

All our consultations were about restaurant contract leases.

He was very keen on this old Victorian unit,

Saint James's Road.

- His fantasies.

- He gave everything to get you where you are now.

Don't begrudge the man his dreams.

Do me a favor, use this place to save up the money you need.

Finish your studies,

then burn the goddamn thing to the ground.

(door shutting)

(slow, solemn music)

- It's a beautiful space isn't it?

It deserves a new lease for life.

- [Girl In Plaid Coat] Oh my god,

is that Jason from Big Brother?

It's Jason from Big Brother, oh my god.

(laughing)

- [Girl In White Shirt] 'Cuse me.

- Oh my god (giggling).

- Can we have a picture?

- Come on, girls.

- [Girl In White Shirt] Do you mind?

- [Jason] Let's have these off.

- Go ahead. (phone clicking)

You girls goin' into town?

- [Girls] Yeah.

- [Jason] Come on then.

- [Radio Announcer] A bunch of you are ringing in to ask

if it's true or not.

Well we can confirm, yes people, the former Big Brother star

Jason Brown's bought a grade one listed building

in the town center, and he's converting it

into a new night club.

It's gonna be called Slush, and he's quoted as saying

it's gonna be a sexy, and affordable night out

for one and all, sounds bangin'.

Text us your thoughts right now, eight double nine,

double seven, what do you reckon?

In the meantime, if you can't wait for Slush to open,

well Outback are relaunching tonight,

they got a two for one promotion on all bombs.

Gather around and pop it after work.

Net a few cheeky ones before the other (voice fading).

(television chattering in background)

- [Man On Phone] Fresh meat to buy.

- Hi, I'm waitin' on a meat delivery, S Kebobs,

it should've been here at seven.

- [Man On Phone] Yeah, yeah, yeah,

you got too many unpaid bills here.

If you can get these cleared,

I'll start gettin' your meat out to you again.

- Understood, thanks.

- [Man On Phone] All right cheers, bye.

- Bye.

(funky dance music) (crowd yelling and cheering)

- Let's get out of here.

Oh god.

(girls laughing)

- [Salah] Come on, leave him alone.

- [Girl] Oh my god (laughing).

- Mate, shop's closed.

You have five minutes, Scotty.

What are you doing?

(grease bubbling)

- Taking my food.

- You've had your food.

- But I fucking paid you.

My god, what the fuck are you doing?

(screaming)

- You're gonna be all right, you're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be all right, mate.

Oh!

Damn!

All right.

(tense, suspenseful music)

Hi. I just uh, slam dunked a kid's head into the fryer

and uh, killed him.

Oh well that's perfectly reasonable, Mr. Kebob Man,

we'll just come over and pick up the body.

(tense, suspenseful music)

(Salah struggling)

He just got me pissed.

Let's get you out of this fryer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(crowd talking and yelling)

(deep, tense tones)

Jackpot.

(deep, tense tones)

(people talking loudly)

(deep, tense tones)

(dramatic whirring)

Be cool.

(deep, tense tones)

(labored breathing)

(knife banging)

(tense music)

(music increasing in intensity)

(heavy, intense music)

Back up.

(people talking and yelling) (heavy, intense music)

- Fuckin' hell.

- Fuck.

- Got my fucking pins on that.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Give her a get you around.

- You give her a get you around.

- Fuck this.

Oye, get you around.

- Mate, what are we gettin' you guys?

- I need a shit.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's no,

there's no public toilet back there.

- No, I just need to shit, mate.

- Mate, there's no toilet back there.

- [Man In White Shirt] Mate I'm gonna shit

all over the fucking floor.

- Come on mate, I'm starving.

- Fuck you.

- [Salah] So what do you guys want?

- Uh lamb doner.

- You have lamb doner chips.

- We're actually really low on lamb guys,

can I do you chicken instead?

- Yeah, yeah, whatever. - Whatever.

- Yeah, okay.

- I'm fuckin' tired of this shit.

Phones fuckin' ringin' people,

fuckin' tumor in my fuckin' ear.

- Just do what I do mate, just take money off of 'em.

- What?

What are you talkin' about?

What ring it, what customers?

- [Man In Blue] You know, the old ones with dementia maybe.

- Fuckin' A then, we're always fuckin' gettin' it.

- Tell 'em you're gonna cancel their policy

unless they write a check.

150 quid, somethin' like that.

- You want some money.

- [Man In Blue] Yeah mate.

- You're fucking kidding.

- The old ones, yeah.

- (laughing) well how long you been doin' that?

- [Man In Blue] Well since they cut the bonus

and it absolute piss take.

- [Man In White] How much, like on an average month,

what are you making?

- Well it depends on how many crazies I get in.

- What we're talkin' like 200 quid, what?

- Guys, turns out, we got lamb.

- Shoo, hallelujah.

So like, how many times have you done this?

- [Man In Blue] You know three times a month.

Couple weekends (muffled) hour.

- Fuckin' A, not me, I'm fuckin' stayin'.

- Do you guys want some salad?

- Ah yeah, no tomatoes.

- Bit chili sauce.

- Think of what I could do with that money.

- There you go, guys.

- Hello.

Mate.

(deep, tense tones)

That's fuckin' awesome.

That's the best fuckin' kebab I've ever fuckin' had.

(laughing)

That's outstanding.

(* "The Devil Takes Care of His Own" by Band of Skulls)

* If you fed the rock then you reveal an ugly scene *

* But the strength of 10,000 will never weaken me *

* Witches like a razor blade you carve me half and whole *

* Oh I'd better wait to kill the time *

* Didn't you read it in the detail *

* That if you're idle in your welfare *

* Now you wanna know an answer

* But if you're dancing you're a dancer *

* The devil takes care of his own *

- [Radio Announcer] But they really do have no idea.

Anyway, let's, let's have a statement

from the police earlier today.

- [Officer] We urge anyone that may have come into contact

with Mr. Baker following the incident at Slush nightclub

to come forward.

Any information could prove influential

as we continue our search.

(tense music)

(wind whipping)

(tense music) (waves crashing)

(electric buzzing)

- [Officer] In light of the discovery

of victim's clothes on the beach,

we must strongly consider his current state

to be drowned and deceased.

- [Radio Announcer] Confirming reports that Scott Baker

likely drown whilst going for a drunken skinny dip.

Scott mate, this first one's for you buddy.

(people laughing and yelling)

(tense tones)

(people laughing and yelling)

- [Chantelle] I said to back off of my boyfriend,

fucking slut. - Yeah, it's your

fucking boyfriend.

- I hope you get cancer and die,

you cunt! - Oh shut up!

- Fucking slut!

I don't care, Stacey. - About all the noise,

keep it down.

- (muffled) a fucking cunt! - Girls, girls, the noise.

(girls yelling) Girls the noise!

- What the fuck are you saying?

- The noise, keep it down.

- Are you fucking joking?

- It is none of your business.

- You don't know what I've fucking been through tonight.

- Yeah but the neighbors don't care.

- I don't give a fuck.

I didn't come in here to get the piss taken out of me.

- I'm not trying to take the piss--

(woman yelling)

What the fuck are you doing?

- [Stacey] Come on.

- What are you gonna do, you fucking prick?

- Just fucking leave it. - I don't know what's wrong

with these people. - Chantelle come on.

- What, what are you saying?

Have you got something to say to me?

I'm sorry?

- The problem is you're not sorry though, are you?

- Yeah I'm fucking sorry!

- [Stacey] Chantelle!

- Get out, get out!

- Fucking with me after the night that I've had!

- Get out!

- How bout you, get the fuck out of my country!

- [Stacey] It's not fucking worth it, all right?

- Fucking prick!

Yeah, what are you gonna do? - You're kinda dumb, mate.

Fuck this!

- I'll fucking smash your crafty laptop, you cunt!

(screaming)

Get off me!

You fucking jerk!

Stacey!

Are you being funny with me?

Oh fine, fuck you then.

(cell phone notifying)

Oh, fuck off (sighing).

Who the fuck are you looking at?

(laughing)

(moaning)

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

(moaning and yelling)

(Chantelle laughing)

You wanna kiss and make up?

Fine, fuck you then, pervert.

(deep, haunting music)

(scraping)

(scary music)

(tense music)

(laughing)

You're fuckin' filth, aren't you?

(Chantelle moaning)

(thudding)

(tense music)

(groaning and struggling)

I was only fuckin' about. (crying)

- I can see that.

Harry babe says he didn't fuckin' cheat on you,

honest like.

- (crying) Please, I'll fuck your brains out.

I won't tell anyone, I promise.

- I'm okay, thanks.

My brains are quite important to me.

(crying) (knife blades scraping)

- What the fuck do you want from me? (crying)

- I wanna know why you think it's acceptable

to behave the way you do.

- (crying) I just wanna go home.

- Come on, come on, think for yourself.

Think why you behave the way you do, explain it.

(crying)

What makes you wake up in the morning

and conduct yourself in the way you do?

Okay, here's an easier one for you.

We asked a hundred people, what species is Chantelle?

(crying)

We asked a hundred people, what species is Chantelle?

- (crying) I don't know.

Human being.

- Our survey said (clearing throat).

(dramatic music)

(gasping and choking)

(Salah breathing heavily)

(cell phone notifying)

(pounding)

Shop's closed.

- Seen my mate?

- She's gone.

(Chantelle's cell phone notifying)

- Where is she?

- Downstairs makin' a fat deposit.

She had a pretty large debt to humanity to pay off.

(dramatic music)

(deep, tense tones)

(* "Evil Things" by The Black Angels)

* I once met you in the killing field *

* Collecting dust, yeah, kicking up blood *

* That was then when we were both people *

* Doing people things like collecting dreams *

* They knew gold and pure dreamers *

* All your archest are so plainly *

* That was in when we were both blind *

* Taking what was blind

* Killing all the time

* We're the same with new intentions *

* We're the same with bad intentions *

* Hey little darling girl

* You're sweet with your heart in your hand *

- Plans to convert Saint James's church

into the biggest nightclub in the UK are well under way.

Jody Andrews took the time out this week to catch up

with celebrity entrepreneur Jason Brown

to discuss all things boozy.

- Well we've been running Slush for seven years now

and people continually ask us when we're gonna open

another one, so we pushed the power out,

and in the new year we'll open a new club on the coast,

followed by London, Calif, New Castle after that.

- And why do you think the relationship between

alcohol and the British public is so strong?

- They work hard.

Everyone deserves a drink at the end of the week.

- You all right mate, yeah?

How's it goin'?

Yeah, you had a good night yeah, it's been good?

Lookin' quiet, isn't it, mate?

- What are we gettin' ya?

- Um, you know what I, chips, medium chips, yeah.

- Regular chips 120, mate.

Stag do?

- Do what?

- You've been on a stag do?

- (laughing) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, stag do mate,

yeah, yeah that's it, yeah, yeah top one mate, superstar.

Hey, do you want some Monday guys?

Why I've got fuckin' Monday, I've got pills,

I got whiz, I got grass.

I've got fucking acid, not the talking kind either

do you know what I mean?

Mate it's top, for it'll blow your fuckin' head off.

- We're just on the way out.

- Yeah, yeah well lis, listen, listen.

Just fucking stock up for next weekend and then it

don't matter does it?

Do you know what I mean?

Stop your fucking (muffled),

I don't fucking give a shit, mate.

- We're just waiting for a taxi, sorry.

- The driver I think has just pulled up over there.

- Right, right, right.

(sighing)

(phone ringing)

- [Man On Phone] Yeah.

- Yeah mate it's me again.

- [Man On Phone] Shouldn't you be at (muffled) already?

- Huh?

Yeah look, I've been up to the top of town,

town's fucking dead, mate.

(man on phone muffled)

What do you fucking think I am here, a Colombian?

Listen, go and fucking tell Brown

that there's far too much give on me

to fucking shift by meself in one night, can't be done.

(man on phone muffled)

Just fucking tell him!

Do you want some gear, mate?

Quack, quack. (laughing hysterically)

* Love is your drug

* Love is your drug

* Love is your drug

* Love is your evil

* Evil

* We are evil

* This ain't evil

(cell phone ringing)

- [Electronic Voice] You have one new message.

- [Man On Phone] Okay, I've spoken to Brown,

if you can't sell the last of it

go dump it back in the church.

Remember, dancing with the devil, 6-6-6.

(dial tone)

(haunting music)

(electronic buzzing)

(distant muffled voice)

- [Man] Go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself!

(distant muffled voice)

- Mate, I just smashed the fuck out of some cops,

get back to you.

Mate, what are you talking about?

You completely lost it, you fucked off with some slut?

Yeah, yeah whatever.

Where's the fuckin' hotel?

I think I'm on the edge of town.

Just fuckin', twat.

For fuck's sake.

(tense music)

(grunting and groaning)

Too fuckin' tired, mate?

(grunting and groaning)

(yelling)

Taste the fuckin' shit anyway?

(yelling)

Taste it!

(coughing)

(spitting)

(laughing)

- [Man] Oh my god did you see that?

Mal, did you see that bro?

- Yeah man, I saw.

- Guy was a fuckin' rambo, bro.

(laughing)

Who was that guy Mal, why do we know him?

- Who the fuck knows.

- Guy's crazy, man.

- [Malik] It's safe.

(labored breathing)

(light guitar music)

(tense music)

- [Man] Mate, open the fuckin' door will ya?

- Fuck!

'Cuse me, 'cuse me.

- [Salah] One of your guests stole from my shop.

- [Sarah] This is private property!

Let me take down some details.

So, can you describe him for me?

Look, I really need to...

(man yelling)

* Watchin' the people get Larry *

* It's not very pretty I tell thee *

- This ain't gonna end.

It's never gonna end.

- It's amazing where some find happiness.

- They're self-diluted.

- It's easy to blame a lack of imagination.

- That's got nothin' to do with it,

it's about lack of accountability.

- Accountability?

- Yeah.

- Well what about our accountability?

You know we profit from them as much as anyone.

It's easy to blame them,

but we're all just trying to get by.

- What are you studying?

- Socioeconomics.

But I'd be lying if I said don't have to deal with

exploded condoms full of talcum powder.

Well that got to you quick.

(telephone ringing)

Wait here.

Hello, The New Westwood.

Does it say that in the system?

All right fine well.

No, a room for four means a room for four,

they're gonna have to pay extra.

All right, well call me again.

(tense tones)

(birds singing)

(people talking loudly)

(electric buzzing)

(tense, haunting music)

(thudding)

- You got any jobs going?

Saw that shit you did in the park last night.

- I don't remember defecating in a park last night.

- You don't need a hand like over Christmas or nothin'?

I think you dropped this.

Things would've got real messy

if you'd started swingin' that about.

- You ever been to Boston?

Have you ever watched the World Series?

- I, I, I don't know what you're talking about.

- Then why the fuck you wearing

a Boston Red Sox baseball cap?

- Little bit, yeah.

- Your dad's side?

- There ain't no dad's side.

Look man, I'm at college all day

but after that I'm all yours.

I swear I'm bang up for it.

- You can take the weekends 'til Christmas.

(sighing)

(people talking)

(electric buzzing)

(knocking at door)

(women talking)

All right wipe the tables down and you can go.

- Yeah.

- It's been a long time since I had a kebab.

- Lamb doner?

- Sure.

So we never finished our little debate.

- Just closin' up, mate.

- How long have you been here?

- Mate, we're closed.

(laughing)

- I got something you could squeal about, love.

- Hey, hey, hey, what we gettin' you,

what we gettin' you, what we gettin' you?

- What's you gettin' involved for?

- Well, if you want my opinion, you could do better.

So what're you after?

- Um, I'll have doner meat and chips.

- Good choice.

Be a second.

That's 450, mate.

That's four pound fifty, mate.

- Where's the cheese?

Where's some cheese?

What?

Want me cheese, please.

- Cheese is one pound extra, mate.

- Shit, I'll not pay a pound for cheese.

Give me some fucking cheese.

Give me some fucking cheese all right,

some fucking cheese!

Give me some fucking cheese!

Hey, why don't you give me some fucking cheese,

you Paki cunt.

What's the matter with ya?

What you laughin' at?

Little rat cunt.

- [Salah] Get out.

- Look that's not gonna get you anywhere, is it?

- What the fuck are you talking about,

you fucking red coat slut, you fucking, whoa.

Get your fucking hands off me, you dirty cunt.

Look there, it's my fucking food.

Let go of my fucking food bro.

Mate, give me my fucking food.

Hey, give me my fucking food, now!

I dare you to back behind that fucking saw,

you strider.

I will sit you on a fucking spy.

I'll fucking open you up you card,

what are you fucking lookin' at?

Fucking A you strider, mate.

You are't eatin' here, right.

He takes your money, like and,

and he don't fucking give you your food

that you wanna eat, yeah.

I'll tell you what you can have,

you can have a big fucking mess.

(urinating)

- [Sarah] How shockingly original.

- Do you need a lift home?

- Going back to work.

- Going after him?

What the fuck?

He's a racist prick, you need to lay down on him.

- [Salah] No one's laying on anyone.

- Well fuck it, I'll go after him.

- Night's over.

Go home!

(serious, rhythmic music)

(people laughing)

Maties.

- Ought-oh, fair to say, mate.

* I'll blow you a kiss from across the room *

* I'll let it miss so you don't assume *

* Please tell me that you want me if you need me *

* Doesn't matter if you don't believe me *

(phone ringing)

(pounding)

- Forgot my keys, think they're in the back.

- I'll look.

- Do you always sleep in the basement?

(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)

(voices echoing)

- Your problem's with them as much as anybody.

You didn't blame them.

(voices echoing)

- Congratulations, you've made it to the lock-in.

(retching)

- Hey!

Hey!

You, you cunt, hey, hey!

You fucking get me off here, you total fucking--

- Originating from the old Norse word

(muffled by man yelling) 13th century.

Used in medieval medical records,

(muffled by man yelling).

- Get these fucking chains off me!

You fucking card right, you get me the fuck out of here!

You get me the fuck out of here, you cunt,

you don't know who you're fucking with,

I'll fucking kill you cunt.

When I get out of here, I'm gonna fucking rip your head off

and shit down your neck, you cunt.

I'm gonna rip your head off your dying

fucking dust cut shoulders.

(gagging)

(spitting)

(tense music)

- Right.

ID, please.

- [Steve] What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- How many you had tonight, Steven?

Your pupils are looking awfully constricted.

I'm kidding mate, here you go.

Go on.

- Are you fucking psycho?

- Psycho, yeah, we just happen to be (muffled).

- Oh fuck it.

- Now, let's go back into party mode, shall we?

Now I'm designated driver so, you know,

I'm gonna take it easy.

But you, I know you boys love the hard stuff.

Hope you like it hot.

(gagging and coughing)

- No, no more, mate.

- What do you mean fucking no?

You sent a text message to Bigsley yesterday afternoon.

(grunting and yelling)

Here, 3:10 yesterday afternoon.

We gettin' (muffled) later.

So, we (muffled) here.

Cheers.

- Ah no (spitting).

Get the fuck off me, you goon, get the fuck off of me.

- Come on, man up and swallow it like a good boy!

(gagging and yelling)

Now what have I told you about leavin' your drinks

unattended, Steven?

Some lost critter might come along,

take advantage, and spike your drink.

And you know what?

You end up in a basement, Steve.

(laughing) You end up in a basement, Steve.

Hey!

Go, go, go, go, go Stevie, it's your birthday.

We're gonna party like it's your birthday.

Go ahead and make it count, like it's your birthday.

And we're gonna have a beer for you birthday!

Oh, hope you know Stevie,

you never (muffled) do you, mate?

(muffled), indeed my friend.

(muffled) indeed.

(yelling)

(* "Broken Soldier" by The Black Angels)

* I want to be able to close my eyes with you *

* I want to feel safe closing my eyes with you, with you *

* All in all we were tender at start *

* Painted with love

* We knew where our homes were

* Day one when the killing was done *

* I had the thought

* Could I do it or not

* It's hard to kill when--

(electric buzzing)

- Tonight, disturbing scenes on town beach,

as a controlled explosion at the site of the new

artificial servery has seen

human skeletal remains wash ashore.

- You don't expect that to happen around here,

not on your own doorstep.

- Just unbelievable, terrifying.

- We have reassured the public

that we will be doing everything in our power

to get to the bottom of this horrific discovery.

Our Marine unit are putting in place

the necessary preparations for an extensive underwater

search off the coast where the remains were found.

(truck beeping)

- [TV Announcer] The residents of Town Beach were there

(voice muffled and trailing off).

- Could I help you?

- Yeah, it's not level, is it?

Zoning survey.

- For?

- Council are installing some new cameras

for when the new club opens.

Right, you got it straight?

- [Man] It's not (muffled).

- Don't you need to consult us on things like this first?

- No, usually bureaucracy gets sidelined

when Brown's involved.

What do you reckon,

a four or a three? - Go four,

I'd get those, just get in behind that control

where you can never look.

- Good point, good point, I like it.

See you around then.

(mysterious music)

(tense music)

(muffled voice yelling)

(groaning)

- Daz desperately wants the cat in the bath video.

Lindsay, what's this?

Hospital called, could be any day now,

not expecting you to get back.

Who's in hospital?

Who's in hospital?

- What are you gonna do to me?

- I have no idea.

Most people I know would be dead by now.

Slushy Brown on the other hand,

I think I know exactly what we need to do with him.

(sirens blaring)

- You know what to do, you follow me in there, all right?

(people talking)

(upbeat dance music)

(labored breathing)

- No, finish it, finish it, finish the job,

finish it. - You're hurtin' me.

(grunting) Cut it out!

(breathing heavily)

- Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

(laughing)

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Come here.

What's your name?

- [Norene] Norene.

- Does Norene get around?

(laughing)

(crowd yelling)

(tense music)

- Where the fuck have you been?

- Hey get down to car park, now.

No fucking get into car park now!

(tense music)

- [Man] You have some fucking (muffled)

to wear that gear.

- It's not him.

Get his phone.

Get his fucking phone.

(grunting)

(rock music)

Well go and get him.

I want that fucking phone.

(breathing heavily)

- Where do you think he's been?

- I don't know man.

- Isn't that one of Billy the Weed Guy's outfits?

Hey that guy's been missing for weeks.

Now the shit's fucked up.

- Ah!

(sighing)

Apparently Daz can't live without this cat bath video.

And uh, your sister says this might be your last chance.

- Fuck him.

Fuck him.

- A leaked forensics report confirmed that DNA samples

from the bones have returned several positive matches.

Scott Mayfair, Dave Reynolds, and Chantelle Housen

all went missing on night's out between 2005 and 2007.

Crowds gathered outside police headquarters

earlier today to voice outrage at how such a pattern

of suspected serial killings could have gone unnoticed

for such a long time. - All righty.

- [Reporter] What do you have to say to the families

of the identified victims?

- Obviously we offer our personal condolences

but I can't say anything further

until we've concluded this investigation.

- So you are confirming this is a homicide investigation?

- Yes, and we will be re-interviewing everyone

that we suspect may have come into contact with the victims

prior to their disappearances.

- Chief inspector, the council are getting concerned

about the effect this might have on the town's nightlife.

What would you say to people

thinking about going out this weekend?

- The same thing I always say, of course have a drink,

just don't be an idiot.

(reporters talking over one another)

(women laughing and talking)

- Thank you.

(women talking excitedly)

- All right, girls.

I'm gagging for one of these famous kebabs.

- Sure.

- It's a bit of a long shot but I don't suppose

you remember having a fellow called Billy in here do you?

Few weeks back?

- [Woman] I love your club!

(women laughing)

- You wait 'til we open the new one my love,

it's gonna rock your world.

(women cheering)

He may have been wearing a silly duck costume.

- It's a bit (muffled) in here most nights

I'm afraid, mate.

Salad?

- [Woman In Hat] Can you get us in free

for new year, Jason?

- I'm afraid I can't, I can't do free tickets, sweetheart.

(women groaning)

All right, look.

You gorgeous girls get tickets, I'll give you

free champagne on us.

(women cheering)

The thing is he's a regular you see.

And the people haven't seen him for a few weeks,

so um, if something does come to mind

you give me a call, you hear?

You've been up here awhile, haven't you?

- A few years, yeah.

That's 450, mate.

- Don't worry about the change.

(deep, eerie tones)

All right, how much?

For the shop.

How much for the shop?

80 grand, 100 grand?

- What the fuck are you all doin'?

- What?

- No need to swear.

- Mate, you really just need to calm down.

Yeah, they're just a bit pissed.

Thanks for the advice, mate, but it's not wanted.

- (laughing) Sorry?

- I just said, I don't need you to tell me

how to run my shop.

- You're not bein' very smart, mate.

- And what is your definition of smart, Mr. Brown?

No genuinely, I wanna know

what your definition of the word is.

- I've just offered to take this place off your hands

for cash.

- Oh!

And look at the astonishment on his face.

He's just encountered someone who isn't purely motivated

by money or sex. (spitting)

I just spat on my own counter.

(laughing)

- You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?

- I wish I didn't.

Quack, quack.

You forgot your kebab, mate.

Yeah get it while it's hot.

(tense music)

Shall we um, shall we call it a night there girls?

Get the fuck outta the shop!

- [Girls] Sh!

(girls yelling)

- Stop gettin' a kick out of all this.

- (laughing) Oh my days.

He's gone as well, you know?

You're fuckin' scary man.

What?

- Take it, you're done.

- No, man.

- You're done.

- I'm with you in this.

- With me in what?

- I'm with you, man.

- With me in what, kid?

- This place is fucking with your brain.

(deep, tense tones)

(door closing)

(door opening)

- Hello?

I've just missed my girls, haven't I?

- Yeah, they uh--

- A staff party.

- They, they just left.

- I wasn't bustin' a gut to catch up.

Are you okay?

- Just a crazy night.

- I know what you mean.

- Let me get you something.

Give me two minutes, I wanna cook you something different.

- Sure.

- Oh, could you um, lock the door this time?

- I genuinely wasn't expecting that.

Wow, this is incredible.

(laughing) No seriously, this is incredible.

- It's suppose to be a kinda kebab joke thing

with the lamb and the chili.

There's actually a whole menu up here.

- (laughing) Kafta twist, that's funny.

- Yeah.

- This is a business proposal.

- Yeah, I wrote that a long time ago.

- You know the directors of my company

get pretty excited about their food.

I could get it in front of them.

- No.

- Why not?

- My dad was one of the best chefs.

That was, that was his dream.

- Oh right, and yours was the takeaway vigilante thing.

- And what about you?

How did you end up here?

- End up?

Oh I always wanted to be a boarded hotel bunter.

(sighing)

(deep, scary music)

- Daz says you're a fuckhead for not

sending the video through.

And your dad's been moved to intensive care.

(eerie music)

- Fellow never did a thing for us.

He's a complete cunt.

And so did I, he said he was damn worst, damn last.

He knows about sin.

We got the grand and what's (muffled) coulda done.

I always left the fucking tickets on.

He sticks one of your lens in his bugervale

or some old deal, next day he calls you back.

You don't remember it.

So it's fucking, it's like heaven in there.

It's like fucking heaven in there, mate.

So basically he gets back, and we're getting it half time.

Then he gets smashed fallin' ill.

That was it, never said a word on the way home, radio off.

Never took us again.

I wish he never came back to that van.

- I spent most of bein' 10 livin' in caves.

Yeah there was um, there was a chemical attack

on our hometown.

5000 people died.

We were trekkin' through the mountains tryin' to escape.

Yeah.

Cold nights.

I remember my first breath in this country,

and my dad was there.

And he said, "Suck it in or suck it up."

And uh, he said everything we're ever runnin' from,

everything we're ever runnin' from no longer exists.

And he always used to say, no matter what happens,

it'll never be as bad as what we've known.

And I lost sight of that.

Yeah, I lost sight of that.

I got addicted.

I got addicted to watchin' the ignorant

feed off the ignorant.

(tense, solemn tones)

- I'm sorry.

So what are you gonna kill me down here?

Fair enough problems, I'm a fuck up.

I could've done so much better.

I am sorry.

(groaning)

(electric buzzing)

- [Man] Man where are you goin'?

What are you doin'?

- [Malik] Shut up, man!

- Man wait, man.

Now what the fuck are you doing?

- I'm getting downstairs.

- Well you said this guy's psycho.

Fuck man.

Man, man, what are you doin', man?

Don't be stupid, what if he comes back?

Oh seriously man, this is a shit idea.

- Shut the fuck up!

- [Man] Come on just leave it brother, let's go home.

Come on man.

Well I'm goin' bro, just callin' it a day.

(tense music)

- [Inspector] Okay, inspector to Brown.

If he can't sell it all, tell him

go dump it back in the church.

Remember dancing with the devil, 6-6-6.

(eerie music)

(men talking quietly)

(tense music)

- You gonna chop me up as well?

I hate them just as much as you do.

We could do this together.

- No, no, no, no. - I've thought it through,

yeah.

- You don't understand.

- I can help you.

- No, you're not listening.

- Clean up, I can do all the shit that you hate doing.

- It's not as simple as us versus them.

Yeah, it, it's bigger than this.

- You're winning, you're winning, yeah.

And together, we can clean up.

- There's nothing to win,

this is not about winning or losing, this--

- Don't be a defeatist.

You just need a break.

You need a little holiday like,

(groaning and gasping)

- It's over!

(eerie music)

(birds singing)

(tense, solemn music)

(haunting choral music)

(phone ringing)

- [Sarah] Good morning, Sarah Manerly speaking.

(crowd yelling) (dance music)

(eerie, tense music)

(haunting choral music)

(pounding)

- You closed man?

- We don't open new years.

We don't open new years.

- Oh yes.

There're shitloads here, man.

Man.

(electric buzzing)

(groaning)

(electric buzzing)

(haunting music)

- Happy new year.

Looks like you had one hell of a party planned.

Yee-haw.

Why don't we do a selfie?

Here we go.

Now,

say cheese.

Lovely.

Here you go, what do you think?

Eh, you see that?

You're one of the herd now.

(electric buzzing)

The moment I first came in here,

I said to myself, there's somethin'

not quite right about him.

And then, I've been set,

tryin' to work it all out,

tryin' to deconstruct it all.

Do you know what, I think I've fucking got it.

You see the fundamental problem with your lot

is you just don't know how to have fun.

And you physically don't know how to do it.

It's alien to you, it's fucking genetic.

So you look at everyone else,

havin' a fucking good time,

and you open up these shitty shops

and you drive your shitty taxis

just so you can get a little bit closer to it but

it don't work.

'Cause the fact of the matter is, try as you might,

you just can't integrate.

So what do you do?

You get jealous.

And then you try and impose all your shit on us.

(laughing hysterically)

- I wanna be like you. (laughing)

- Open your fuckin' mouth.

Open your fuckin' mouth!

(groaning and coughing)

(phone ringing)

- What is it?

Fuck's sake, already?

21 brawl.

(groaning)

- All right, fuckin' hurry up.

- On my way.

- Take wallets for the damage, you hear?

(laughing)

All right.

(haunting music)

Here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna forget all about this.

And you're gonna fuck off.

You're gonna go back to whatever miserable part

of the fucking planet you came from,

never to be seen or heard or fucking spoke to, ever again.

And you can do that safe in the knowledge that I

will be taking care of your little shop for you, deal?

Deal?

- I've met many Christians walking in this

wildlife reserve, but you have got to be

the ugliest thing I've ever experienced.

The shop's not for sale.

(yelling)

(grunting and groaning)

(Salah groaning)

- Ahh.

(groaning)

(slow, solemn music)

- The photos and videos posted online

by an unknown user, reveal the Slush an extensive industry

of drugs distribution under the guise

of the nightclub group.

But authorities at this stage are refusing to draw links

between the images of the identified bin bag

murder victims, the presence of vast quantities

of jewelry and mobile phones,

and the number of the Slush is driving

widespread speculation.

Thus far, owner Jason Brown has been unavailable to comment.

(slow, solemn music)

(laughing)

- You aren't going in here.

(solemn drumming music)

(music increasing in intensity)

- Hey (muffled).

(dramatic music)

Where's the (muffled by music)?

Oh there you go boys, that right.

(groaning)

(dramatic drumming music)

(slow, solemn music) (people talking and laughing)

(slow, solemn music)

(light drumming music)