All language subtitles for Brassic s07e04 The Wizard Of E

Thank you.

I'm being stalked. Being stalked by who?

By an eye in the sky.

Oh, God's sake. What have you taken?

I have had a fucking drone follow me for
the last two hours.

And everywhere I go, it's just there.

Worrying. Watching me. A couple of them,
you know, Amazon delivery thingies.

That's not a fucking thing.

Michael, it's not Skynet.

You fucking clown.

How do you know he's following you?

Because I tried to fucking lose it.

I fucking ran away and I hid.

And he was just there.

Like a creepy winged beast.

Have you got any enemies?

No, no, no. I'm all peace, love and
happiness, sister.

Only B5 guys with fucking HMRC.

Fucking HMRC aren't after you, you daft
twat.

Fuck, this is big brother.

This is fucking big. This is Orwell,
this. Give over. Listen, just chill the

fuck out. Get him a brandy.

Just let's rationalise it a bit. I feel
like I'm in an episode of Black Mirror.

You know a good one, not one of them
weird ones where they try and be funny.

How long do they stay in the air for?

Like, 45 minutes max. I mean, it's only
a small lithium polymer battery.

God, it's not sexy knowledge, is it?
Well, this polymethyl -y battery, 40

fucking minutes, wait till the bastard
lands, and then you've got your drone

infidel, haven't you? That, actually, is
a very good idea.

Thanks, dude.

Would you do that for me, brother? Of
course I will. We'll all do it, won't

No, no.

Thank you.

I can't do it now, because I've got a
lot of shit to do. I've got to go and

Dr Chris.

Fucking... Just let me know how you get
on. See you later, everyone.

Careful out there.

Had we but world enough and time, this
coyness lady were no crime.

But time is short, so now let us sport
us while we may.

See what he's doing?

No. He's saying to his mistress, look,
we're wasting time here, let's get to

sweetheart.

Pluck the daveny. I get it, and in
principle, fantastic.

In reality, we've got shit to do. You've
got to make dinner, you've got to wash

up, you've got to take your bins out.
But sometimes I just want to fucking

in my shack.

I just don't want to see anyone or speak
to them. You've got to find the joy in

the small things.

But like what, though? Like anything,
everyday stuff. Like... Look, I

befriended a squirrel.

Really? Yeah.

Mm. This little squirrel.

Sweet little thing. He lived outside my
window. I put a little bit of ciabatta

out for him. Ciabatta?

Yeah. He shoots straight off his tree,
comes straight down, picks it up.

He's looking at me with his little black
beady eyes and he's thinking, thank

you, human daddy.

I promise you, Vinnie, some days that's
the best thing that happens to me all

day. Oh, fuck off. What's his name?

He's called Squirrel Nibbles.

That's so lame, dude. You just made that
up there. I didn't. Yeah, you did. I

did not. That's such a shit name for
him, dude. I love you, human daddy.

Super lame, dude. He's my furry son.

Ask him about the squirrel.

Don't tell everyone.

It's a DJI Mini 4.

Excellent picture quality.

What's it like being married to an NPC?

What's MCP?

Just ignore her. You can fuck off. NPC?

I invited you on this bloody task.

What does it mean?

Non -playable character.

It's not even fucking accurate, OK?
Because an NPC is devoid of

and decision -making.

Oh, it's lowering.

Fuck. Ow.

Right, head eastwards.

Right, right. Oh, he's turning back
south. What do you mean south?

South. What fucking way am I going? U
-turn, U -turn. I can't U -turn here.

Okay, listen, he's heading back north.
Stay fucking north. Don't fucking smash

your head in. What it is north?

Where am I going? Okay, fine, fine.

Left, left, west, west.

There's a little bollocks.

Here he is. Got him. There he is.

Real shit.

Oh, just some little kid.

I'm going to photograph him.

I have never seen him before in my life.

Well, just follow him anyway and see
where he goes.

He went in there.

Curtis. What?

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Valerie Vine.

Have you been drone stalking me, love?

Drone stalking?

No, it was him behind you.

Well, I did it for you.

You'd better come in.

He's a good lad.

Honestly, don't be cross with him.

Now, I told him the other night that I
desperately wanted to find you. But I'd

heard you were living off -grid.

Heard you didn't use tech.

Uncontactable since you... Breakdown.

Was it an epiphany?

Right, yeah.

Right. Hang on a minute. You thought the
best way to contact a man that had a

breakdown was just stalking with a
drone?

Was it an epiphany?

I wanted to gauge his movements.

See if he were back in society.

Well, yeah, he's been back for ages.
He's a rat catcher.

Rat catcher? Yeah, you know, like in a
Zen way, not for financial gain. Tried

telling that to HMRC.

What do you want him for, anyway?

Well, back in the day, Curtis was
this... Remember, everything starts with

It was this rave night, warehouses, all
super illegal and exciting.

Well, Curtis was the main DJ.

Anyway, me and my husband, Vernon, well,
we met at this night that Curtis and a

couple of the others started.

We fell in love to the tunes he played.

Frankie Knuckles, Sleazy Dick, Mr
Fingers. Are you making a show up?

His raves were our life.

The highs were like nothing you'd ever
known.

It were a wicked time.

It was, Ralph.

It was, brother.

Long time ago.

What's that got to do with me now?

It's my Vernon. He's not well, Curtis.

Actually, let's cut the crabby thigh in.
Stage four.

They're giving him two years at the
outside.

She's so sorry to hear that, pal.

And before he passes, I want us to have
one last rave together.

Like it used to be. Some big warehouse.

All the old tunes playing.

And you, up there on the decks, taking
us to heaven and back.

Listen, Val, I'm very touched, honestly.

That life, it wasn't good for me.
Please, Curtis.

Those nights were everything to us.

For Vernon.

One last rave for a dying man.

Not that picture, this is... The times
were the times.

They can't be recreated.

Yeah, why not?

Well, your fucking generation, I'll
never understand, cos it was pre

it was pre -mobile.

We weren't just partying for the sake of
it, we were fucking sticking it up the

establishment. I mean, you've got to
remember the time as well.

We've got mass unemployment, we've got
crime, we've got fucking BMP marches

everywhere, and the fucking youth, the
youth, they had nothing.

Yeah, but how's that different to now?

You know, I was just starting to get
known as a DJ.

When Acid House arrived on the scene in
this fucking pill everyone were calling

empathy, then they changed the name to
the more appropriate Ecstasy. Oh, fuck,

that's a good fact, man.

and it just fucking exploded.

I used to see the fucking numbers, the
energy, the unity.

It was fucking sweat just pouring down
the walls.

That's not nice. People were just
hugging and dancing.

It was this fucking togetherness. The
cops fucking hated us. They wouldn't let

us operate in any of the clubs in the
town, so we thought we'd need somewhere

bigger. There were all these derelict
mills just sat empty.

What, so you just broke in and put on a
night? We made sound systems that could

be dismantled. We rigged up lights.

Vaped a load of mad images.

We'd only reveal the venue at the very
last minute.

They were flogging the thousands and
thousands of people.

And the cops had no idea.

No one could compare.

Special time and place for whatever
return.

Can you not do it for Val and Vern?

Just make it an event.

Everything starts with an E is back.
That's it.

All the old ravers will love it.

They just want to relive the past.

New ravers will come. They want to
experience what it was like.

And we can create a bit of buzz online,
maybe keep the venue a secret.

Ali's right.

The people want this, dude.

Come on, Curtis.

Got to give it a go, haven't we?

Well, take your time with that or you're
going to go and tell Val no.

And that'll be very sad.

No, no, no, no

DJ

booze

up there drapes down the side Chill out
room there

mad fucking rave in here

But there is a problem. Why, what is it?

I didn't create this magic on my own.

And I can't do it again without my old
mate Matty Ravenscroft. Or as everyone

else knew him, the Wizard of E.

You couldn't have fucking realised this
before now, no?

Matty was my maestro.

I was the orchestra creating the
soundtrack, but he was down there on the

floor, you know, like a fucking oracle.
He had this...

A goatee, right?

Sunglasses, pillbox hat, Aladdin
slippers turned up at the toes and big

fucking silk trousers and a whistle
round his neck. Sounds like a dickhead.

he would blow that whistle like the Pied
Piper of acid.

And how do you know we're going to find
him in Holy Marks? Well, I don't.

But my old mate Kenny Rogers... Don't
take the piss!

You guys don't know who Kenny Rogers is,
do you? No, we don't know who Kenny

Rogers is. Kenny Rogers and Dolly
Parton. You know Dolly Parton, don't

Yeah, we know who Dolly Parton is.

My friend Joe went on the Dolly Parton
diet.

It made Jolene.

Hey!

Jolene!

Finally!

Anyway, Kenny Rogers, yeah?

Yeah, well, anyway, he's got a stall on
the market.

He sells old vinyl and band memorabilia
and, you know, proper old school.

He kept in touch with the gang. He even
did a family tree of E. So if anyone

knows where Matty is, it's Kenny.

Curtis Plum.

Fuck my bum.

Yeah. When did I last see you? 20 years,
Ken. Got to be.

20 years? Hey, word is that you had
never sprayed down.

Yo, I had an epiphany, brother.

Just wanted to, you know, change my
life.

Come to his home, Machacho.

Right. Can't keep that life going
forever.

Catch us up with you. Now then, old
school ravers, there's it all going, the

reunion. And he's a friend.

I'm Vince. This is the gang.

Listen, we're putting on one of these
bloody rare things you've told him. You

must be looking for Matty Ravenscroft.
Correct.

You know who he is? Mystery of Matty has
become something of legend.

Some said he disappeared to Thailand and
become a guru.

If you want to reach him, he was only
accessible by river. Truth is sadly more

tragic. What a pill sent his mind west
and he retreated. But word is for the

time, he lived with his sister, Shih
Tzu.

So he lived with his sister and a dog?

No, his sister's called Shih Tzu.

Back then we knew two Sous, good Sous
and shit Sous.

Lived on the man in Duke Estate.

Not sure what number. Oh, someone sent
me a photo of her house on WhatsApp.

Trust me, you can't miss it. Oof.

Well, I thought the Toffs called us the
parasite class.

Yeah, they do. The others call the elite
the parasites because, you know, they

steal the wealth and power from the
proletariat.

Nick, I can fucking hear you. Shall we
go and see if this fucker knows where

bloody brother is?

Sue.

Curtis. Remember me?

Curtis Plum. Very same.

Thought you had a breakdown.

I know these freaks.

They're my friends.

We're looking for Matty. Oh, I know.

Why would you be after my Matthew?

You know, just catch up old times.

You see that?

They've been spraying again.

Come on.

They release chemicals from the planes.
It's to manipulate the weather.

Cloud seeding.

Operation Cumulus.

They want us to believe global warming's
a thing.

They want to keep us scared.

First it was terrorism, then Covid, and
now it's the planet burning up. And it's

all mapped out. It's amazing.

It's a lot of stuff to map out.

You know everything they tell you on the
news is a lie. Because all of the

secret media organisations are in the
pockets of the government. And all of

government are in the pockets of their
secret leaders. And those secret leaders

are secretly injecting themselves with
the blood of young children to boost

their energy, health and vitality.

But ask yourselves this.

What do they do with the bodies of those
children once they've soaked their

blood? God, is it any wonder that there
are so many kids going missing in this

world and nobody is talking about it?

There's biscuits in the tin if anybody
wants any.

Sick.

So, Matty, Sue... Probably listening in
to this.

So we haven't got long.

He was too radical, Curtis, cos his
brain was like a supercomputer and they

didn't want him starting a revolution.

With the, um, the parathonic class.

Yeah, exactly.

Mm -hm.

We had people bugging the phones, you
know, and then one day, boom!

They disappeared.

Sorry, Susan, you don't have any jammy
dodgers. There's some pink wafers in

there.

Tell us what happened, love.

The state grabbed him, and God knows
what they've done to him. The twisted

bastards. They've probably tortured him,
removed his brain, as if they could

harness some of his genius.

Neither that, they've probably put him
in one of their secret prisons for

dissidents and radicals.

Right.

Right. Right.

Go on, what do you think of that?

Maybe she's right, you know.

I mean, Matty was a radical in his way,
you know. He did have the power to

inspire. He did make people think
differently.

Yeah, but he was not snatched by the
fucking state, though, was he? In bloody

Lamar, my eyes, it's madness.

It is.

Who does a pist?

Are you looking for Uncle Matty?

Yeah.

Mum talks a load of crap.

He left because he couldn't stand her.

This is years back.

He met an old crush on Facebook, Angie
Rose, and then went to go live with her

in Goa.

Angie Rose?

Goa. That's in India, innit?

Last I heard.

Right, cheers for that.

Angie Rose, do you know her?

Know her?

Oh, yeah.

I know her.

Angie was my first love.

She was a female bouncer before it was
fashionable.

Strong she was.

She could really throw me around.

She had strong thighs.

When she had me clamped between them, it
was like entering a tunnel of bliss.

All right, we're getting quite close to
the line of too much information there.

No, seriously, she was gifted.

Soft and sensual, but powerful.

And domineering.

And he's crossed it.

Angie Rose, was it? She took some cash
off a gangster, so she turned a blind

to his boys selling drugs in the club
where she worked. A few weeks later,

another gang comes in asking the same
thing. She tells them the score and they

leave, extremely displeased. Why? What
happened?

Well, it was just a normal Friday.

Angie had been to the gym. She'd come to
pick me up so we could drive home.

So we're getting out of the car and
suddenly we hear the screech of tyres.

And there's a Ford Escort come shirking
towards us. And then I see a gun coming

out the window.

And she's like, we need a macaron for
it. They're going to come back for us.

Then I heard it.

Was she okay?

She got it in the leg.

Hospital saved her, just.

Thank God for that.

That was the start of the end then, you
know.

This beautiful utopia had been turned
into guns and gangs.

You know what?

It's not going to work out, all this.

What?

I'm going to bell up that val. I'm going
to tell her. I'm just going to tell her

and find someone. But, Curtis, I think I
found her.

I thought she got married last year.
Look.

OK. This is Angie, right?

So beautiful.

Hang on.

That's not Mattie, the groom.

Who is that, then? I've no idea.

Oh, my God.

Ah.

The priest.

The priest is Mattie Ravenscroft.

Can I help you?

I very much hope so.

I am looking for a particular cheese.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Do you happen to have a panties gone?

Er, I'm afraid not, no.

Shame.

What about a timber doodle?

Tickle more?

No. No, sorry.

Dirt lover?

No. How about a stinking bishop?

That, I think we do have, actually.

Just wait there, I'll go check.

Marvellous. Take your time, sweetheart.

It's for a very special friend.

A big cheese, you might say.

Honestly, you're such a fucking idiot.
Why didn't you lock the van?

I did. You didn't fucking lock it. Oh,
fuck off.

If you hadn't have got drunk with
fucking Ashley in the first place.

making that sound like an accusation.
That is wild.

All that shit was in there, Faye.
Honestly, your negativity is really

out right now. Can you stop?

No, you're ridiculous.

Fuck off.

Oh, fucking perfect.

Just when you think the day couldn't get
anywhere.

Something wrong?

Yeah, something's fucking wrong.

Perceptive as ever.

You've a new girlfriend, then?

Yeah.

Lesbians?

Yeah.

What?

No, it's just that... I don't get it
with lesbians. I mean, it's like

vegetarians, isn't it?

Saying that they don't want me and then
stuffing fucking mung bean moussaka or

fucking beetroot bangers into
themselves.

And all they should be doing is notching
down on some proper meat.

What the fuck are you on about?

It's sapon. It's a bit of a
contradiction, isn't it? Oh, my God.

with you?

I don't mind.

I mean, the sight of two women getting
it on together is a beautiful thing. Oh,

my fucking God.

He's not my own daughter.

I can't think about that now. There are
other women, but not the butch ones.

Just nice ladies.

Will you shut the fuck up? What the fuck
are we going to do, Faye? We're fucking

homeless. I don't fucking know. Any
bright ideas to bring to the table?

What do you mean you're homeless?

A fucking van has been nicked.

Everything's gone.

Fuck. Oh.

Can we stay at mine?

Yours?

What, at the farm?

Oh, you two, you get yourself sorted.

You can show your intended way you grew
up.

Be nice.

Same old shit all then.

Eh?

This used to be her bedroom.

Still got some of her old school books
in there.

She was smart.

I suppose she got involved with toe rags
and no marks.

No offence.

Yeah, no, none taken.

Right, well, you know where everything
is, more or less, so, er,

make yourselves at home.

And if you're going to have any rumpy
-pumpy, keep the noise down.

Hey, same goes for me if I bring back a
lady friend.

Lady friend?

You know, fucking porno, whatever.

You know what I'm saying.

Oh, my God.

Fuck me.

Fucking hell.

I hated this place.

Just that smell.

Just brings it back, you know.

My mum, she had this, like, sadness
hanging over her.

Yeah, probably because she was married
to him.

Yeah, probably.

Look, it's just for a few days, all
right?

Until we find somewhere else.

It does smell weird in here.

Yeah, I know.

Smells really bad.

Everything starts with an E. Despite
being posted anonymously, we've managed

trace the original IP address.

You might be surprised who it belonged
to.

Hmm.

What my daughter does is her business.
And even if I knew anything about her

activities or where she's living, which
I don't, I wouldn't fucking tell you two

cunts. You must be proud of how she's
turned out. You're Alison.

Hanging around with scum like Vinnie O
'Neill, getting involved with illegal

activities. No, I'm not happy.

But there's one way it could have been
worse.

She could have been a fucking piggy.

Oink, oink.

Now fuck off!

I'm hearing on the grapevine that you
had a little visit from Curtis Plumb,

for reasons best known to himself, has
been hanging out with these two losers.

Who's told you that?

Oops. It's only Tiffany's grace, it.

Deserves snapping.

Well, hello. What's this section, Kenny?

Rare and collectible. What about?

Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.

On pink vinyl.

Breaking that would be a crime.

The mirror noises.

About an illegal rave, Ken.

Possibly Vincent O 'Neil and his gang of
scrotty friends involved.

I'm not a gruff, Mr. Slater.

Oh, fuck me dickhole! Fine!

I'll tell you what I fucking know.

Well, I did a facial recognition search
and... Bingo.

Let's have a look.

Look at that bloody moustache. What's
his name there?

He's changed it to Reverend Raptor.

He's at a church 40 miles away.

Are you sure that's him, dude?
Definitely him. Yeah, but he doesn't

fucking ear wizard.

It's him.

Mattie Ravenscroft.

A priest.

I'll get mine blind.

Oof. I need a drink.

Come on, Vin. For Val and Vern, we've
got to make it happen.

I know. We've just got to keep bloody
preparations up, don't we? Fucking

the generator.

You know I was going to have that kind
of shit. Fucking Chinese dance. Oh, I'm

not going seeing that Chinese cunt. Not
for a minute. No, you can't say that.

Wait till you see him. Hey, I'll tell
you something else. You can take this

fucker with you. Always gets lippy on
the price, he'll screw us over. Fuck

I'm not going with that fucking NPC.

NPC?

Yeah.

Would an NPC do that? You fucking
zoomer.

Sting it.

Yes?

So, safety Chinese done.

Who's us?

The people that you can see.

I know you.

We've tightened security, so I'm going
to need names.

Tightened security on your warehouse as
well as knock -off gear?

Don. Don Key.

Mick.

That wasn't hard, was it?

Don Key?

Yeah.

Fine.

Galvin says that you're in the market
for a large generator.

Yeah, bigger thing to lay your hands on.

Oh, I'm getting my hands on a big one.

Now, why would you be wanting one of
them?

What business is that of yours?

I'll tell you what business it is of
mine, a person I've never met before in

life. I don't let my stock leave here
and be used for criminal enterprises.

Look, it's for a huge rave night.

Yeah, for a couple that fell in love
raving, and the book's dying.

Oh, it's like a love request, like. Oh,
you should have said, I used to be a

raver.

What? When?

Techno, techno, techno.

Give it to me now.

Techno, techno.

Pump it, pump it, pump it.

Techno, techno, techno.

Pump me up, pump me up. Techno, techno.

Good God.

Yeah, so we need a generator and some
lights and how much do you want for them

speakers? They're good speakers, them.

Shall we say three grand all in?

Three grand? Fuck off. All right, two
five, but that's me going out on a limb.

Grand, final offer.

Grand. Yeah.

Why don't you take this shirt, too?

Take it off me back.

Well, you might as well have it. That's
what you want. And I'll tell you what

else you can have as well.

Why don't you have this lovely vest?
Just leave it on. Go on.

That's what you're asking for.
Everything I've got. Yeah, yeah, just

him. His fucking belly button's about to
swallow me. All right, listen.

Generator, them lights over there,
speakers, two grand, all right? Two

Why don't you just take my fucking
trousers? Pay him, Jakey! Run my way!

Fucking pay him, Jakey!

Hello, gorgeous.

Can you smell that?

That is a Dorset blue vinny.

Oh, it's a hard...

crumbly cheese with blue veins, which I
thought was quite appropriate, given our

mutual friend, Vincent.

Now you listen here, Joey.

If you don't play ball, it could be the
last smell that you ever smell.

I do not take death threats lightly.

Nor do I like suspicious summonings to
car parks. So I'll use my offer to you.

Right? You either work with me, Or you
work against me. Capisce?

You

run,

run, run, little Davey, to wherever of
all you came from. Because when I find

you, I'm going to turn you and
everything you treasure into fucking

You hear any of that?

No, brother.

Good.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I've taken a lot of drugs.

I've had sex with a lot of women.

I've not always been faithful.

And I've encouraged people.

Not a path of hedonism and debauchery.

But I did it all with the best human
being I have ever known.

Curtis.

Curtis Flom.

Matthew Ravenscroft.

Oh, my God.

I was there to you.

What happened to the wizard?

Me and Angie were good together for a
while in Goa.

We've travelled a bit, but we tried to
keep up with the alternative lifestyle,

you know.

Plenty of skunk, plenty of uppers,
downers, you name it.

But we weren't getting any younger.

And the people we were partying with,
they ended up looking like our children.

You know, things move on without you
realising.

Eventually, me and Angie, we broke up.

It wasn't acrimonious, it had just run
its course, but I was in a terrible

place.

Bad come down.

Paranoid.

And I'm sat at the side of this dusty
road, and this car pulls opposite,

stops outside this crappy store to get
some drinks.

The window's open.

I heard this song.

It's Save a Prayer by Duran Duran.

Save a Prayer?

Yeah, and it got me thinking about my
dad and how religious he was and how I

pushed all that aside.

And then, like a rush.

Like a kind of epiphany.

Exactly.

Yeah?

It hit me.

In that moment, I knew I had to give
myself to God.

Wow. And first word I saw after thinking
this was raptor, which means soulful.

That's why I changed my name.

Mate, you had a rave in your surname.

Listen, there's this couple, Val and
Vernon, and Vernon's dying.

And they fell in love because of us back
in the day.

So I've agreed to put one last rave on
for him.

I want you by my side.

I'm not the wizard anymore, Curtis. You
are, yes, you are, because it's inside

you.

What we did weren't so different.

It was biblical. We lifted him up. We
showed him God.

It was all chemicals.

They flayed it.

Jesus turned water into wine, brother.

Just because you're older didn't mean
them feelings aren't real.

People fell in love.

They saw a different way of being and I
stayed with them.

Everyone, I want you to put your
motherfucking hands together and

let me introduce you to a very, very
special friend of mine.

Please welcome the wizard of A.

Nobody move!

This is a raid.

Stay exactly where you are.

What the fuck do you lot want? You're
fucking ruining it.

This is illegal entry, and I have it on
good authority that there's an

unlicensed event taking place at this
venue this very evening.

Yeah, and where have you heard that?

Oh, Kenny Rogers told me. Fucking Kenny
Rogers.

Wait till I see him. See the gear team.

Secure the building.

There'll be no rave happening here.

Yeah, check it with you.

Hi, Shoes.

Hey, uh, wait till your bishop is about
this.

I shall pray for you.

All right, Ali Bongo.

Off you fuck to your pantomime.

I'm far from away.

Put your knee in me.

All I need is for you to love me again.

All I need is for another day.

And that's all I ever want you.

I want you.

I want you.

into the words that you see getting
harder to see when I see

Because you're a grown woman. Fuck off!

Your mother, she had anxiety.

Crippling anxiety.

And paranoia.

Could barely get through the fucking
day. You were little.

You didn't understand.

So, yeah, I drank.

And, yeah, I flirted with other women.

Because...

Fucking being out there was fucking
better than being in here with her.

You had two kids.

Didn't we make you happy?

Of course you did.

You know, I don't remember once you
fucking reading me a bedtime story.

Not once you picking me up from school.
I don't have one single memory of you

showing me that you loved me and that
you wanted me and that you cared for me

like her father should do to his fucking
daughter.

That's not true.

I've always been proud of you.

I used to tell people down the pub how
clever you were.

I used to fucking have you on the
tractor.

I'd be giggling.

But you forgot that because she poisoned
you again. That's a load of fucking

crap. It's bullshit. And do you know how
I know that? Because I fucking wrote it

down. I used to write stories.

No, you did.

And there's one up there.

The fucking lonely lion in that fucking
dusty old fucking bedroom.

And I got a fucking A star.

An A star on it.

Do you know why it was so good?

Because the lonely lion, who was fucking
tougher than anyone else in the fucking

jungle, but broken inside, it was about
me, wasn't it?

I wrote it about fucking me.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I know I've never been any good at this.
Go inside.

Alison! No, I'm serious. Just fuck off.

You're too old for this shit. You'll
catch your death.

Alison!

This is what we are. We've got no light.
We've got no bloody generator. We've

got no fucking deck. Gone.

This is fucking Carl Slater. This to a
shagging thief.

Fuck me. Are you sure that he fucks
dogs?

He fucking poodles.

He's bloody bummed. Why would you choose
poodles?

No, no.

No, no, I wouldn't bum any dog.

But if I did, it certainly wouldn't be a
fucking poodle.

You don't even have a nice face.

Oh, my God.

Which dog would you choose then?

I wouldn't bum any dog. No, if you had
to. I wouldn't bum any dog. If you had

to. Red setter.

Straight in with red setter.

Right, well, you tell him, Val and
Vernon, then. I can't tell a dying man

fucked up his love request. It's
terrible.

You won't have to.

Carl Slater might have the law on his
side, but I have a much bigger man in my

corner.

Those who stand firm during testing are
blessed.

Cops used to try and thwart us all the
time back in the 80s, and when they

did... ..we had to find another way.

Yeah.

I know a venue.

The rest is down to you guys.

Amen.

You're wicked.

Amen. The aim of this government is to
make everyone as miserable as possible.

Fucked her in the arse, didn't he?

And not in a good way.

Well, that glow must have cracked, then.
People are coming in big numbers.

Fuck. They're heading in the direction
they've been told.

Ready, please?

Oh, yeah. Oh, my God. Dude, that's
fucking sick.

Come on.

Hey, how's it going?

Yeah, good. You all right? Benny looks
sick.

I think it's almost ready.

You can release the location.

You sure?

Oh, cool bag.

Oh, big one.

Sorry to interrupt your home time, sir,
but have you seen the email I sent you?

Email? What email?

Kenny Rogers sent to the intel.

The rave's back on.

Fuck.

Fucking... Are you in the bath, sir?

Assemble the fucking team!

I think we've been misinformed, sir.

Oh, you fucking think?

I'm going back to that Swat Rogers and
I'm going to smash every single piece of

vinyl that I can get my hands on.

Hey.

I love you so much, man.

I love you.

Hey, fathead.

Half head to you, Christopher.

I'm so fucking lonely.

Come here.

You're not so bad, you sad old cunt.

Is this because you're off your face?

No, it's because you're my dad.

Someone dead.

Ah, get your bloke up. Send him to be
dead. He's very cheap, very amenable.

somebody already dead.

Where's the body?

Coroner's. Right, hold on to your hat.

They're gonna have any chance walking a
dead body on a main street.

Halloween.

Right, let me get you.

Oh, he's got the wrong fucking mummy.

He's drunk driving with a stolen corpse.

Fuck off!

Any questions?