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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)