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(engine hums) (pensive electronic music)

(van door opens)

- [Carpenter] It's time.

(shouting and screaming) (guns fire)

(sirens wail) (engine roars)

(shovel thuds)

(shovel thuds)

(shovel thuds)

- That's deep enough.

Not burying him in China.

(shovel thuds)

You ever seen a dead body before?

You've seen one now, mate.

The way things are going, probably see plenty more.

(radio static buzzes)

(chatter from radio)

(door opens)

- [Reporter] Gun battle in the streets of Central London

which has left one policeman dead...

(radio static buzzes)

- How are you, son?

Good lad.

(switch clicks)

- Fucking 'ell. Have a look at that lot.

I'll be like that cartoon duck

diving into a fucking pool of it.

Fucking swimming about in it.

Ah, makes me think it was just about worth it.

- What was that that happened back there?

- [Gordon] Don't fucking ask me.

Never seen anything like it.

(suspenseful music)

(HP breathes heavily)

- [HP] Fucking 'ell, mate.

This ain't looking good.

- You're all right.

We're gonna fix you up and get you home.

- [HP] I'm sorry.

I fucked up.

- You didn't fuck up.

You were solid.

Like always.

- I don't wanna die. Not in this place.

- [Carpenter] No one's dying.

- [HP] Easy for you to say.

You're not the one doing it.

(moody guitar music)

(chair thuds)

- Fucking 'ell, then.

What now?

- What do you mean, "what now?"

We wait.

- For what?

- For him upstairs to tell me what's going on.

- Him upstairs? You make him sound like he's God.

- Right now, he might as well be.

(suspenseful music)

- (sighs) Look at the state of you.

Should be one of them laying up here.

(footsteps clack)

- I need to wash my hands.

(door creaks)

(faucet squeaks)

(door creaks) (somber music)

(water swashes)

(rumbling) (screeching)

(muffled chatter from radio) (static buzzes)

- You ever seen a baby pigeon?

Ugly.

Wobbly head, big eyes. Scruffy.

- All babies are ugly. Look like Winston Churchill.

- Ah.

Had a grand kid when I was inside, Carrie.

Only seen pictures.

Not many of them, either.

I see her Saturdays now, take her to the park.

The other week, we go to the swings,

and we see this park keeper

and he's got a baby pigeon in his hand.

And he shows it to Carrie and she goes "Oh.

Isn't he pretty?"

And it's lauding in his hand, pecking his thumb.

Ugly, like I said, but what do kids know?

About 15 minutes later, we were walking back and, uh,

Carrie sees the parky again.

She asks, "Can I go over and say goodbye to the pigeon?"

So, we go over and he says, "It's gone."

"What? You got it back in its nest?"

"You see holly bush over there?

There's a foxhole next to it

and I just chucked it down there.

They'll sort it out."

(Gordon chuckles)

- You can afford to take her to the zoo now.

- Ah.

- What're you gonna do with your end?

- I'm gonna get my own place.

You know my club?

- I thought it was, uh, King's?

Ah. You want your name up in lights.

- Same here. Fuck all this shit.

Me and my mate, Conway,

talking about opening a boxing club for years.

You know, somewhere for the kids.

- (chuckles) To keep them out of trouble?

- (chuckles) Yeah, somethin' like that.

Might even look into getting me license back.

You know, grease the right palms. You never know.

- Ah.

How about you, Eddie?

Do you not realize?

This is your lucky ticket.

- It was a mess.

Yeah, well let me know when you're here.

No. He's lost too much blood.

Okay. I'll keep them here till mornin'.

- It would've been different

if the coppers weren't fucking there.

And think about it, why were they there

in the fucking first place?

I mean, I've heard about quick response time,

but that takes the fucking piss.

- What're you saying?

- I'm not saying fuck all.

(Barker chuckles)

- Well, it's all fun and games.

- Fun and games?

Smith's dead.

My mate's upstairs, dying.

Got a little kiddie, he has. This big.

Little angel. Half a fuckin' orphan.

One of you caused that.

(suspenseful music)

You know the trouble with these old places?

They have rats.

- Don't be pointing your fucking finger at me.

- Calm down, punchy. You're not in the ring now.

Sit down.

- [Barker] You always were a nasty piece of work, Carpenter,

and you still are.

- Yeah, I know what I am and I know what you are.

Change of plan.

We're staying here till the morning.

We'll be getting a call from King

when we find out who's been telling tales.

Hand over your phones.

And that as well.

(gun clunks)

(gun thuds)

(gun clunks)

HP's in a bad way up there. Have a look around upstairs.

I think you might find somethin' to take the edge off.

- Ah.

Is there a prize?

- Yeah.

Not getting shot.

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

(gun clunks)

- It's not the fucking train timetable.

You were supposed to be waiting.

(Gordon sniffs)

Smith knew not to pull his gun. He still fucking shot him.

I don't know where I...

It's just some big fucking white house

in the middle of nowhere.

It's just fields.

(Gordon breathes heavily)

(door closes)

Even if I get of here, I'm a fucking dead man.

You have to get me out.

Can you...

Fuck sake.

(cupboard door thuds)

- Here, have a look at this lot.

Yeah, this must be left over from the last job.

(glass bottles clink)

Tell you what. Looks like fucking Christmas to me.

- This'll do for him.

- Don't know if it makes much difference.

Seen how much blood he's lost?

Yeah, I reckon he's done for.

Won't be surprised if Carpenter

puts a fucking pillow over his head.

- No.

They go way back.

HP was one of the good guys. He had a little bit class.

- So what, do you reckon we've been stitched up, then?

(tuts) This isn't on, man.

You know, what, kept here till morning?

Fucking 'ell, man. Missus gonna think I'm up to summat.

- You are.

(Gordon laughs)

- Woo, tell you what, though.

I'm not digging another fucking hole.

(HP breathes heavily)

(HP sighs)

- [HP] Carpenter.

Not you an' all.

(moody guitar music)

- Sweatin' like a pig, aren't ya?

(lighter flicks)

(bottle clacks)

Are you all right?

- [Eddie] Is he gonna die?

- Well, he's tough. He might die, he might not.

We knew your old man.

Didn't we?

(chuckles) (dark music)

- Ah.

Easy, sunshine.

- [Gordon] Feels wrong. We're sitting ducks.

- No, we're sitting pretty.

Just got to wait it out.

- Nah, you can't shoot a bunch of fucking coppers

and get away with it, it's gonna be fucking D-Day.

You've been out of it for a while. You do a stretch?

- And then some.

- [Gordon] What, something for King?

That's why you got put on this?

- It was the least I deserved, having kept my mouth shut

like something out of a silent film.

How about the pair of you?

Doesn't seem to me like this your usual kind of work.

Apart from

him,

HP and Smith,

no one here is part of the regular crew.

- Oh, I've done work for King before.

- (chuckles) Nothing like this, I'd bet.

Amateur hour.

- Oh, yeah, and you're in your fucking prime.

- Hey.

I'd watch who you're talking to, if I were you.

(footsteps approach)

How is he?

- Right, if we're all fucking settled in,

you'll be pleased to know,

me and Stoker had a bit of all. (laughs)

Yeah? And fucking icing on the fucking cake.

Tah-dah.

(ominous tones)

(alcohol trickles)

- There you go, kid. Down the hatch.

(glasses clink)

- So what, do you reckon we got set-up then, or what?

Makes sense, the more you think about it.

- Don't worry about thinking.

Enjoy your party.

(Gordon sniffs)

Here, come and have a toot on this.

What's the matter? Are we not good enough company for ya?

Eh? Not what you're used to?

In fact, what the fuck are you used to anyway?

- Listen, the boy did well back there. He's just shook up.

- No.

Fucking look at him.

Standing there, all quiet.

- You're wrong.

Wouldn't make sense.

Wouldn't help you much being a grass,

if you killed a copper.

- Yeah. There is that.

- Stop giving it the Agatha Christie.

(door opens)

- You fretting about that copper? Don't beat yourself up.

He would've done the same to you in a second.

And if you hadn't done him, Carpenter would of, in the end.

It's splittin' hairs.

It's not like he was a shopkeeper or a fucking barber.

That's how it goes.

- I shouldn't be here. I should never have done this.

I was happy, just trying to keep my head above water.

- Yeah, well we're all trying to do that.

But it just keeps on getting deeper.

- I tell you what, mate. I'm not into getting pushed about.

You know what I mean? I'm not a fucking punchbag.

He's a big man when he's got that gun in his hand,

but I tell you what, I'd love him just to put that gun down,

just for one minute, yeah?

And have a fucking go with these bad boys.

- You've gotta calm down.

You're running head-first into a brick wall.

- What? You don't think I can take him?

- I'm not saying that.

I'm not saying that at all. I've seen you fight.

- Yeah? - Yeah, Rob Borgen.

(Gordon laughs)

- Fucking 'ell, that's going back a bit.

See after that fight?

That's when my promoter got me that gig in Birmingham

on the under card, a fucking title fight.

It was on telly and everything, mate.

- What, you were on TV? - No, no, I weren't on telly.

The main fight was on telly. I weren't, I was on first.

What, you didn't hear about that fight?

- What happened?

- I don't know. Promoter said he'd build me up.

You know, get me to fight a couple of bums or somethin'.

Do you know what I mean? Anyway.

I fucking goes down there,

and it turns out I'm the fucking bum.

I was the one down there

who's meant to get fucking knocked out.

I was like "You know what?

Fuck that."

(tarp rustles) (tense music)

(sighs)

Fucking went two rounds with him.

Fucking started picking me off, the cunt.

Fucking cut above me eye.

Fucking blood running down my face.

Fucking hard work, but he's fucking good.

I mean quick. Fucking Roadrunner quick.

Anyway. (bell dings)

Gets to fucking round five and I'm like,

fucking jabbin' and jabbin' and fucking feel it.

That fucker's like, yeah,

grinning at me through his fucking gum shield.

Fucking cocky but I'm just saving me fucking right hand.

Do you know what I mean? Anyway.

He starts to get lazy. Thinks he's got me.

Fucking hook, line and sinker.

The fucking cunt walks straight into a right, bang!

Fucking down! Lights out! (audience jeers)

Bang and he's out!

Fucking...

(breathes heavily)

And then I fucking give him another one for good measure.

Bang.

- He stayed down?

- Fucking stayed down more than the fucking ten-count, mate.

(sighs)

(audience chants and stomps) (ominous music)

- Hear you're a father now.

- Yeah.

Sonny.

- Looks like it says "sorry".

(Eddie sighs)

I used to knock around with your old man, you know.

The birds loved him.

- So my mom says.

- Didn't always go in his favor.

No, there were some who felt challenged by it.

- [Eddie] No you wouldn't have guessed it from the pictures.

(Barker chuckles)

- [Barker] You seen the rest of us?

- So, he worked for King back then?

- No, not "worked for", exactly.

No, they come up together.

Carpenter, too, a little later.

He was hard, your old man.

You'd think twice about messing with him.

I never understood it when he took off.

(alcohol trickles)

- So what, you think it's a fix-up?

That that money's not gonna get split no six ways?

- Sometimes it's not just about the money.

(Gordon chuckles)

- Listen, mate, when we get out of here,

gonna have to take a visit to your club.

I've heard it's a nice place.

- Was a nice place. Beautiful place.

Spent thousands doing it up.

Fuck, I spent thousands just on the curtains.

Just the right shade of red velvet.

Not that anyone notices. Not the kind of people I'm getting.

- So what, are you in it with King?

- I was. I am.

But it's my name above the door. It's my reputation.

I'm all right out front of house,

giving it the glad-hand, grinning and bearing it.

It's what's going on around the back that's the problem.

- Ah.

- King expects me to be the deaf, dumb and blind kid.

But that's the problem when you've got a silent partner.

You don't know what's going on till it's too late.

Till it all goes to shit.

I kept a clean nose. I kept out of it.

- Until now?

- Someday, I'm gonna get my own place.

Beautiful place by the beach.

You know those lanterns that they have

hanging from palm trees, just swaying in the breeze?

- Mm.

- Waves lapping on the shore.

Ocean Point. That's what I'm gonna call it.

Neon sign, driftwood. Beautiful people.

- Tell you what, save us a deckchair.

- Just gonna have to make do with this for now.

(glasses clink)

- Listen. Something's not right here.

- Oh, keep your head on. We'll be going home in the morning.

- Will we?

Look... (footsteps approach)

- [Carpenter] Settled down?

Keep an eye on our boy upstairs, will you?

- He'll be all right.

Different world for him. Not used to all this.

(tarp rustles)

(door opens)

(Gordon sniffs)

- All right, Eddie, mate?

How's he going in there?

- (sighs) He's out.

Saying some weird shit.

Talking to people that aren't there.

- And what's he saying? - I can't make it out.

- Well, maybe he's just seeing

the whole of his life flash before his eyes.

♪ This was your life ♪

(chuckles)

(hums melodically)

(ominous tones)

(HP breathes heavily)

- Stoker.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

(moody guitar music)

- [Stoker] Jesus, Barker. 15 years.

How did you kill all that time?

(radio static crackles)

- A lot of people workout, lifting weights.

I read books.

Some of them are quite heavy, though.

- All right, professor. Tell us a story, then.

Fucking 'ell, hold on. Wait a minute.

This music guy wasn't even a real person?

- It's a myth. Like a fairy tale.

- Fuck that.

- Oh, let him tell it. He's started now.

- Anyway, there's this satyr.

Bloke with the legs of a goat.

- Mm, yeah, I had a bird like that once. Didn't bother me.

It was the tail that did my head in. (laughs)

- This satyr, he's a bit of a cunt.

Fancies Eurydice for himself.

Hates Orpheus.

Anyway, so the celebrations are winding down.

Early hours of the morning, he's waiting for them.

- Oh, fucking 'ell. On their wedding day?

Bang out of order.

- He jumps out and they're running away,

and suddenly, bam!

- [Gordon] Yeah, he's fucking shot her.

I'd have kicked him in his fucking goaty bollocks,

right from the fucking start.

- No, no, no, no. She's been bitten by a viper.

Stone dead.

She gets taken down in the underworld,

and Orpheus, well, he's all cut up.

He gets this crazy idea of going down after her.

Enter the jaws of death

and hell itself.

Now he gets in front of Hades, King of the Underworld,

and he starts singing his song,

and they can hear the hurt in his voice.

The deep,

endless fucking hurt.

Them golden pipes of his, all twisted,

with sorrow and grief.

Hades is weeping.

The queen's heart is breaking.

Even this ferocious three-headed dog is whimpering,

slapping his paws over all six ears.

- [Gordon] Hold on. Wait a minute.

Where the fucking hell has this dog come from?

- [Barker] He's the guardian of hell.

- Like a bouncer.

- Is he a pit bull, a doberman?

- Oh, I shouldn't have brought this into it.

Anyway.

Hades cuts a deal with the boy.

"You can have her back, on one condition.

We're gonna send her out after you, but you've gotta walk

all the way out of hell, without looking back.

If you look back, you're fucked, mate."

So, he's making his way out of hell,

and maybe, just maybe,

he can hear her feet,

softly, softly,

pad, pad,

padding.

But he can't be sure, can he?

Maybe it's a

trick.

When he's nearly out,

he can't resist.

He turns round.

Oh, and there she is.

Radiant.

Radiant.

And then just like that, (snaps fingers) she vanishes.

Back into hell.

Gone.

Forever.

- [Eddie] So why'd he look?

- Couldn't resist.

That's love, ain't it?

- [Gordon] Yeah, so what happened next?

- Oh, you know, he's broken hearted.

He's all alone.

He never looks at another woman for the rest of his days.

- I knew he was a mug.

(Carpenter chuckles)

(sniffs)

(sighs)

(ominous music)

(grunts) Fucking fuck this, you fucking card shark.

I'll go on it. (lights hum and buzz)

- Call.

(sighs)

(lights hum and buzz)

(card slaps)

- [Eddie] Check.

(Gordon sighs)

- I'll raise you 500.

(sighs)

- Hm.

- Call.

Hard to keep your poker face on today.

After what you've been through.

What you gonna do?

- [Eddie] Raise.

A grand.

- I'm all in. (sniffs)

(Carpenter sighs)

- What're you holdin'?

I'm all in. It's only money anyway.

(Gordon grunts)

- Boom. Boom.

(card flicks)

(Carpenter sighs)

(Carpenter chuckles)

- Take your money, Eddie.

You win.

- Hold on, my mucker. How the fuck did you do that?

You switch the fucking card?

It's not right. It's not fucking on.

David fucking Copperfield,

you gonna start bending fucking spoons next?

- Sit down, will ya? - I'm standing up.

I stand fucking up!

- Fucking up is right. Sit down!

(Barker chuckles)

- [Barker] David Copperfield?

(chuckles)

Oliver the fucking Twister, more like.

Well done, son. (chuckles)

Mugs.

(lights hum and buzz)

- Ah, geez, we're gonna have to fuel up the generator.

There's a full can of petrol in the back of the car.

(keys thud)

(pensive electronic music)

(keys clink)

(car starts)

(engine revs) (ominous music)

(radio static buzzes)

(car door closes)

- Haven't you got something to say to me?

Haven't you got something to say to me?

- Sorry.

- Oh, he's sorry.

Bit late now.

Damage has been done.

- Look, we're getting off on the wrong foot.

- You can say that again.

Shooting someone in the neck?

I'd call that the wrong foot.

I'd call that the wrong fucking anything.

I'm a family man, mate. I had responsibilities.

I can't be dead. That's not on the fucking program.

My life's just kicking off. It don't end here.

Who the fuck do you think you are, shooting me?

And now we're just gonna talk it out.

What the fuck?

- Just give me a chance. - Like you gave me one?

- This is fucked up.

Just let me catch my train of thought.

- Fuck your train. What about my train?

I've got my own train.

- I'm trying here. - Yeah, what're you trying?

To tell you the truth,

I can't believe I've been killed by you.

- I wasn't thinking, it was just reactions.

- Fuck off.

(ominous tones)

(lights hum and buzz)

- Go and see what's keeping the kid, will you?

(door opens)

(door closes)

- You want me to see your family all right, I'll do it.

They can have mine, the whole lot.

- Your end?

(chuckles)

You think your dirty money can paper over this?

- Whatever you want.

- You wanna look after my family?

- Yeah.

That's what I'm saying.

- What's that? Honor?

What are you, a fucking samurai?

Maybe you could pop over when a spot of DIY needs doing.

Move yourself in. Shack up with my grieving wife.

Cut the grass, raise my kids. I won't be able to, will I?

Take her out.

Not kill her.

Out for a drink, a nice meal.

Holidays.

The kids always wanted to go to Disney World.

You could do that.

"Mommy, Mommy, look! There's Mickey Mouse, look, look!

Where's Daddy? Where's Daddy?"

"Dad's dead, love. Some cunt shot him."

- You know I never had a choice.

- There's always a choice.

You didn't have to pick up the gun.

Didn't have to shoot it.

Didn't have to shoot me.

- I've said I'm sorry. - That's all right, then.

I'll put myself in the ground, shall I?

Is that what you want?

No.

I'm gonna stick to you like glue.

I'm gonna be your imaginary friend.

We'll be a double act, play to packed houses.

You'll be the straight man and I'll be the dead man.

Yeah? How does that sound?

- You know what?

Fuck you.

What are you, anyway?

I'm a fucking samurai and you're a fucking saint?

I didn't see you hesitate back there,

when you were blasting away like the fucking Wild West.

- Just doing my job, mate.

- Yeah. A job where you shoot people.

- Pieces of shit like you and your mates in there.

- You'd have shot me in a fucking second.

- Yeah.

- [Eddie] Yeah.

- You know you're gonna die here, right?

We won't let you off the hook.

- Eddie?

Eddie!

What're you playing at? Fuck me.

You know what would've happened if you'd have run.

Go and get the petrol and give me the keys.

Don't worry. I'll say nothing.

(door opens) (lights buzz and hum)

(canister clunks)

- Nip upstairs and check on HP, will you?

Stoker. Go downstairs and fill up the generator.

(brooding music)

(metal clinks)

(gasoline splashes)

(switch clicks)

(ominous tones) (generator revs)

(HP breathes heavily)

- Carpenter!

Carpenter!

He's out the fucking window.

(Carpenter sighs)

- Looks like you're digging a hole.

- Sorry.

(switch clicks)

(shovel thuds) (dirt crashes)

(radio static buzzes)

(garbled chatter)

- Ah-hah.

("The World's Loneliest Man")

♪ Well, I'm the world's ♪ - Classic, this.

♪ Loneliest man ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ I am ♪

- That some kind of a clockwork radio?

Sounds like a fucking (mumbles).

♪ Walking the floor ♪

(bell dings) (audience roars)

♪ All of my hopes ♪

♪ All of my dreams ♪

♪ My plans ♪

♪ My schemes ♪

♪ Went with you ♪

- With you.

♪ When you walked ♪

- When you walked.

♪ Walked out the door ♪

♪ I don't want to live ♪

♪ In the past ♪

♪ Although ♪

♪ That's where you belong ♪

♪ I've nothing to live for ♪

- Hey, didn't you use to come into the ring to this one?

♪ And today ♪

♪ Everything went wrong ♪

♪ Yes, I'm the world's ♪ ♪ Yes, I'm the world's ♪

♪ Loneliest man ♪ ♪ Loneliest man ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Yes, I am ♪

♪ And lovers ♪

♪ Lovers ♪

♪ You'd better love ♪ ♪ You'd better love ♪

♪ Love while you can ♪ (audience roars)

♪ I should know ♪ (muffled commentary)

(audience roars) (muffled commentary)

(audience chants and stomps)

(Gordon laughs)

(Gordon breathes deeply)

- Pipe down.

(Gordon breathes deeply)

I'm going to bury my friend.

(moody guitar music)

I thought you'd run.

- [Stoker] Where would I go?

(gun cocks)

(gun fires)

- Sounds like we know who sold us out.

- Thought he was all right.

- Everyone seems all right till they turn out to be a cunt.

(ominous tones)

- Whose deal is it?

(muffled chatter from radio) (eerie tones)

- Drugs ruin this business.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Once the drugs came in,

it was hard to make a living as an honest criminal.

You had to have guts. It's all gone wrong.

They don't make 'em like they used to.

- Last of a dying breed.

- That's me.

(ominous tones)

(sighs)

This was supposed to be my golden handshake.

- [Carpenter] Golden shower, more like.

(Barker chuckles)

- I'd have been happy with a, uh, a nice watch.

- You're walking away with a lot more than that.

Not that you deserve it,

after that performance you put in back there.

Staggering around like something out of Dad's Army.

- I can still dish it out.

But I can't take it. One to the head and I'm down.

But I know when it's time to bow out gracefully.

- It's a bit late for graceful.

(suspenseful music)

(Gordon breathes heavily)

- What the fuck's going on?

- [Carpenter] You need to see about getting your head down.

Dream a little dream.

- We're all fucking dreaming.

(ominous tones)

Have a look at that cunt.

Fucking Jesus Christ over 'ere.

(chuckles)

No, it's fucking Dracula.

(chuckles nervously)

(lighter flicks)

(breathes deeply)

Go on, have a toke on this.

It's a fucking peace offering.

(ominous tones)

Then why the fuck are you here, then?

- Who's he talking to?

Oi!

Who are you talking to?

- What is this, a fucking set-up?

You've been fucking for...

I've been fucking dream, more like.

This a fucking joke?

All right.

You fucking stay over there and do not fucking come near me.

You know what happens. You fucking know it.

(ominous tones)

Fucking talking...

(gun cocks) Fuck up.

- You need to calm down. Where'd you get that?

- You would've done the fucking same if you had the chance,

for a second, for a fucking second.

It's fucked my head up.

I'm on fucking pills!

(gun fires) (dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

(moans)

(eerie music)

(whines)

(gun fires rapidly)

(gun fires) (gasps)

(distant bell dings)

(body clunks)

(splutters and mumbles)

- Good for you.

(gun fires)

- What the fuck was that?

- This place is haunted. It's a fucking ghost.

- That's pretty fucking dark, isn't it?

I haven't got the keys.

- Get back here!

If you have me chase you, there'll be fucking murder!

(distant rocks clack)

(brooding guitar music)

(door closes)

- [Eddie] He's taken the keys.

- Fuck me.

Dead blokes everywhere.

(light buzzes)

Wait here.

(light buzzes)

(eerie music)

(gun fires)

(gun clicks)

(ominous music)

- You're empty.

(light buzzes) (Eddie breathes heavily)

(gun fires)

(ominous tones)

- Might as well.

Down the foxhole.

(ominous tones intensify and swell)

- Would you look at that?

The sun's coming up.

And here we both are.

You're lucky.

When I was a boy, my dad brought home a dog.

I called him Lucky.

Bit of a legend, my old man. Locally.

Christ, the smell of his farts, his fags,

his booze breath. (chuckles)

It wasn't enough for him to own the place

and make you feel like you were hidin' from his shadow.

He had to make you feel like you were breathin' him in.

(chuckles)

Ah, Lucky loved him.

The old man started taking him off at night.

He'd come home, smiling.

Lucky would have strips torn off him.

My job was to patch him up, look after him.

I even let him sleep in my bed.

I knew what was going on. I was a kid, not a fucking idiot.

As long as Lucky kept doing the business,

the old man was happy.

But Lucky's lucky streak couldn't go on forever.

His last fight...

Should've seen the state of him.

We drove him out to the allotment.

The old man shot him.

Made me watch.

Didn't even bury him.

Couple of weeks later, he brings me home another dog.

Amazing little fella. (chuckles)

I loved him more than Lucky.

Must've had him about 10 years.

He outlived the old man, anyway.

(sighs)

This place.

My first time here, I'd only killed one fella, but,

he turned up, looking just as terrible as the day I did him.

I had a hell of a night of it.

But when I got out, I thought,

if that's the worst they can throw at me,

if that's as bad as it gets,

fuck it.

Next time I came back,

there was one behind every door.

Like a fucking advent calender.

(chuckles)

Who would live in a house like this?

Cunts.

(sighs)

You saw the cop?

Well, at least he's got his mates here to keep him company.

- They were right about you.

- Who?

- [Eddie] Everyone.

- You did well back there.

Your old man would be proud.

- If that's what would've made him proud,

I'm glad he left.

- He was all right.

He came here, once.

I never really knew him that much,

but we were pretty close, in the end.

- Whatever you're getting at,

I'm not like you.

- No.

No, you're not.

But we all go the same way.

In the end.

(moody guitar music)