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Mustard tonight.

Seven o'clock.

Good count tonight.

I'm not having another letter through the door.

That was one time.

That's my boy.

Harry's picking you up at ten. He's buying the coffee, so be nice. He never

buys. I carry them and he drinks both.

You look well.

Better than last time, anyway. Last time you were strapped to that machine in the

clubhouse. Till six the next morning.

You said you'd be 20 minutes.

I got talking to the club secretary.

Lovely man.

Wife's a nightmare.

That one's mine.

You weren't drinking it.

Rory Whitlock.

Yeah? By decree of the Magisterium, you, Rory Whitlock, have been assigned to be

a chalice.

I didn't apply for anything.

None of us did.

I've got training at six.

Not anymore.

Get off me! Get off! I haven't done anything!

Would you look at that arse.

Mr Barnes, every new chalice spends his first week with a mentor.

He lodges with you, he goes where you go, and he's at the muster tonight at

seven. You're the nearest.

It's not my flat, it's my flatmate's. Then your flatmate's getting a lodger.

First one's whoever's nearest on assignment day. That's still the law,

innit? That's the law.

They've got my phone.

My dad's gonna ring. They take everything.

Tommy. Rory.

Well, somebody has to go first, and I did buy the coffees.

What? No, not here. Not now.

Here's as good as anywhere, and it's quicker if you don't make him wait.

Rory, if you fight him, it hurts more, and it still happens.

Hands on the bench.

Don't look at him. Look at me.

When you feel him push, breathe out all the way, like you're blowing out

candles.

Then push back against him.

I know it sounds backwards. It's the only thing that works.

Tommy, that is not going in me. It is.

They always go in.

That's the bit no one tells you.

Breathe out all of it. There you go.

Christ. He's tight.

You were never this tight Tommy.

Thanks, Harry That's it you're pushing back feel that that's you doing it not

him

Good lad. Lovely. Right, I've got a train at four.

Everyone was watching.

Nobody was watching. That's the bit that gets you after.

Here, it's cold, but it's yours.

I'm not getting used to this. No.

Come on, we've got to be somewhere.

Is it like that every time?

It's like that the first week.

Where are we going?

The hall. It's the muster tonight.

What's a muster?

First Friday of the month, every chalice in the city kneels in one line at the

hall, and any man can walk in off the street.

There's a clerk.

He counts.

Every load's one less man going dark, so a low count gets noticed.

Tonight?

I've just... I know.

So anyone can just... Whenever they want?

Whenever they want, wherever you are. You'll stop counting by about Thursday.

My dad's going to kill someone. He's a fireman. He's six foot three. He doesn't

do this.

Then tell him one thing tonight, before he does anything.

Nobody touches your collar. Not him, not you, not ever.

You pull at it, it shocks you and it calls the guard and they don't come to

help.

New one?

This morning, outside the sports shop on the high street.

Harry get you?

Big posh lad Ginter.

How do you know that?

He gets all the new ones, hangs about the high street on assignment days.

You'll live.

What's the tag for?

Means I'm kept.

Twelve years, same man.

He decides where I sleep, what I eat, when the cage comes off.

Everything else the law decided, same as you.

Anyone can do that. Keep one.

Anyone with a flat, a clean record and a form from the magisterium.

Your kit's got a flat.

Kit's got a flat and a cactor, and the cactor's dying.

Knees on the step, chest down.

And don't turn around to see who it is. It makes no difference and you'll only

remember their faces.

Push back into him.

He'll finish quicker.

Whitlock, one.

Barnes, two.

Whitlock. Four.

Barnes. Six.

Noel. Nine.

Ten. He's missed one.

First one's the worst.

And the second?

Second worst.

Is there anyone else in the flat?

Just Kit.

So this is the new boy?

Rory. He's with us for a week. Fallon's orders. He's had a long day.

Has he?

Then let's see what you've taught him.

We're going out drinking tonight.

We are?

Well, I am.

Harry and Jack are buying. I've told them you two are the best night out in

London. I told you.

You said it was a party.

I thought you were winding me up.

It is a party.

We're the buffet.

Chin's up, lads.

You're the best-dressed men in Mayfair.

There he is!

Tommy! Missed this arse.

It's been a month, Jack.

Lads, you know Tommy.

This is Rory.

Three weeks in and he still thinks tonight's about the whiskey.

We've met.

The bus stop on the high street, your first day.

I was your first.

I remember.

Splendid. I'd put my name down for half one if that suits.

To the boys.

I'm going to pump a load in you before this ice melt.

You're not touching me.

He is, mate.

So are Harry and me, one after another till the sun comes up.

Pace yourself, Rory.

Come on, my boy.

You're going to ride me while everyone's watching?

Sure, babe.

Slower, Tommy. Let her see.

She didn't look it.

Then you'll have to try harder.

Good lad.

That's my boy.

Let them see.

Slower Tommy let us see she didn't look it then you'll have to try harder good

lad

Look at me when I'm in you, Scrumbled.

I don't think I can take this all night.

Mind if I borrow Tommy?

He's not a lawnmower, Jack. Bring him back.

Over you go.

Hello again, Jack.

um

Who's bigger, Tommy?

Me or Kit?

Ask me when you're done.

Sorry, minus step.

No, the golf club lost on Saturday.

Terrible. Who's bigger, Tommy?

Me or Kit?

Ask me when you're done.

Much nicer than a bus stop, isn't it?

Fuck off.

Language, Rory.

This is the members lounge.

Push back, like I showed you. It hurts less.

How long have you been doing this?

Long enough to know Kit goes home at five.

Less chat, Tommy.

Yes, Kit.

First load was in before the ice melted.

That's my fourth.

Fourth? I counted three. You were busy.

Club's shutting.

I've got a suite round the corner.

Splendid. I'll get the bill.

There's more?

Till five.

He told you till the sun comes up.

Same time next month, Scrumhoff.

Last one of the night, my boy.

You said that at three.

Tell me you're tired.

I'm tired, Kit.

Liar.

That's my boy.

Who do you go home with Rory?

You.

Louder.

That's my boy.

Who do you go home with, Rory?

You. Louder.

LOUDER!

Same time next week, lads.

Harry's already asked for Rory.

Pass us the nan, Rory.

Do you two ever just watch the football?

This is watching the football.

Offside? Was that offside?

My dad'll have this match on. He never misses it.

Is it still nil-nil?

One nil. Keep going.

I'm looking for Rory Whitlocks. I'm told he lives here. And you are?

His father.

I've had the police, the regiment, and a private detective looking for you for a

month. Your phone's dead, your club says you've vanished, and I find you here.

In that.

A month, and you couldn't pick up a phone?

They took mine.

Chalices aren't allowed one.

Dad, I didn't choose this.

I know you didn't choose it.

Stand still.

Dad, don't touch it. Dad, no!

Let go of it! Let go! You're making it worse!

Brigadant Whitrock, at 9.41 this evening, you laid hands on the collar of

a chalice in service.

He's my son.

He's a chalice.

The edict's very clear, Brigadier. Any man who tries to take a collar off takes

one on.

Do you know who I am?

I do, Brigadier.

It doesn't change the edict.

The Ministry of Defense has asked the Magisterium for chalices.

Wexcob barracks, 1,200 men, and not one chalice within 40 miles.

You're assigned to the army, the three of you, for a fortnight.

The van's downstairs.

And me?

You'll get them back when the army's finished with them.

Wexbor is my garrison.

Then you won't need directions.

Barnes, one platoon.

Whitlock R, two platoon.

Whitlock E, three platoon.

That's the Brigadier.

See you in a fortnight.

You're ours, are you?

For a fortnight?

Eight of you?

Who's in charge?

Me. Lance Corporal Mallory. Rhys.

Tommy. Then you're first, Rhys.

Rank has its privileges.

Harder than that, Reece.

I've had the Navy.

You've not had the Navy.

No.

But you believed it.

I don't know mate, he's been here an hour.

You're next.

Checking he's right. You're Rory Whitlock. You played scrub half of the

county.

I used to play.

I watched you take us apart at the Army Cup.

You had the ball away before our flanker was off the floor.

I've been trying to copy that pass for six years.

I'm the battalion's scrum half, Tanner.

Your pass is too slow off the base.

Everyone says that.

Whitlock, in the showers, mate. Tanner, you found him, you go first.

Breathe out.

Push back.

That

one

wasn't pain, was it?

Shut up.

Don't stop.

Ugh.

Don't call me sir, Sergeant.

Not in this.

Twenty years, sir. I'm not stopping now.

Right.

Nobody makes a show of this, nobody films it, and nobody says a word about

it in the naffy.

I'll go first, so you lot see how it's done properly.

Better me than them, sir.

Permission to go next, sir.

You'll wait your turn, Kemp.

And when it comes, you'll still call him sir.

They've seen it now, sir.

No good hiding.

Nearly done, sir

That

chips

or wedges wedges

Got you a pudding.

Sponge.

You're a good man, Rhys.

You

actually like

this, don't you?

Don't tell Kit.

I signed your promotion, Frank.

I never thought you'd see me like this. I know, sir. Drink your tea.

Well?

It was all right.

The food was terrible.

They had me on the lunch table most days, so I ate off the trays round my

head.

Sounds awful.

They made me an honorary member of one platoon.

I've got a beret.

I'm not allowed to wear it.

I watched the battalion beat the navy.

Tanner scored.

I'm going back for the final.

Every man on that base saluted me for six years.

Now they all know what I sound like getting my ass destroyed.

Right. You've been gone a fortnight.

My room. One at a time. Tommy first.

Missed you.

You didn't.

But say it again.

Missed you.

Okay.

You never made that noise for me.

Turner.

Turner.

Could we get this over with? We'll get it over with when I say.

You've had a barracks full of your own men. You can manage one more in my flat.

On the bed, Edward.

Brigadian.

Not in my bedroom.

Say thank you, Edward.

Thank you.

Lads, the army wants you back.

Where's your dad?

They reassigned him to a base up in Scotland.

I guess he still has some influence because he really didn't want to be

here.

Can't think why.

For the next week, every man on this base gets to go on one of these

chalices. All 400 of you.

I don't want to see these chalices without a dick in their arse.

Who wants to go today?

Every man, Sergeant Major.

Every man, Barnes.

One stroke of man, Barnes. One patatna's keeping count.

You eat after, Barnes. On the table.

Could I have a bit of toast after, Corporal?

If there's any left.

That's 11.

You on guard tonight?

Thursday. Swap to Pierce.

20 press-ups, then the bench, then a lap. Every man.

Barnes. Bench.

Bend over it.

Yes, Staff.

One after the other, press-ups, then you fuck him, then your lap. Go!

My missus wants Tenerife again.

You went in March.

That's what I said.

15 of us today, over the bench.

Good lad.

Same again tomorrow.

Who's driving Saturday?

Me. If you're paying for petrol.

You've signed for me. I saw the sheet. I did.

Go on, then.

Your pass.

Tell me what I'm doing wrong.

Three days you've signed for me.

You haven't touched me. Why not?

Your pass is better than your arse, mate.

How many in front?

Nine.

I'm on guard at two.

Some of us have got a range day, Okafi.

Sorry, Loie.

Don't be sorry.

Harder.

Mm-hmm

Ask us to talk, Grinch.

Name?

Barnes.

Sergeant Major sent me. You've not signed today.

In you go, desk on the left.

Last night then?

Yeah.

You sure?

This one's not for the order.

Hey.

Unguarded. Downward thrust.

No greeted teeth.

Nothing held back.

One platoon, 57, 58.

Who's not been today?

Me.

Me. And me.

I was first on Monday. I'm last today. Rank has its privileges.

One platoon.

You have four minutes.

The Padre's waiting.

61. Battalion, actions!

You'll come back?

If they send me, Rhys.

The final's on telly Saturday.

Has Kip got one?

Kip's always got a telly.

Then I'll bring the beer.

What's in the bag? You can't take clothes.

Toothbrush and my best man speech.

They gave best man to someone else, mate.

I wrote it before all this. I'm not binning it.

Back Saturday for kickoff.

Tanner's bringing the beer.

Save me a can.

Fuck me.

Rory Whitlock in his knickers.

Captain! Everyone's got one here. Oh, no, you're not allowed clothes, are you?

Never mind.

Good to see you too, John. Right, lads, farmhouse tonight, the plough tomorrow

for the final, the barn tomorrow night.

I'm getting the train back for kick-off, Ferg, I told Johnny.

Stag's till Sunday, mate, and I'm best man now. Johnny said you wouldn't mind,

seeing as you're a chalice.

Fair enough.

Someone's got to stop him crying at the altar.

Good to see you, Rory.

Stag rules, lads. I've printed them. Yeah!

Rule one, the chalice is the stag's dog for the whole weekend.

Yeah! On all fours and on a lead. Yeah!

Careful, Ferg. Pull at his collar and you'll be wearing one yourself.

I'm clipping the lead to the ring, not pulling at the collar. I read the rules.

Yeah!

Come on Ferg I haven't seen you lot since they put this collar on me I came

to sit in the plum and talk shit with you like we used to not to crawl around

a kitchen on a lead You came because it's a stag do and you're a chalice mate

rule to the dog drinks out of a bowl Down captain

Good boy. Now get over here and suck me off.

I never thought I'd see the captain on his knees for me.

Have you had a wash this year, Ozzy?

Serious guy.

Dog's been in all afternoon, lads. He needs taken out. And the dog needs

marking.

Hotch, not you.

Sorry, Rory. I've had four cans.

Open up, Captain.

good boy go on then your turn dogs go on the grass are we

actually allowed to do this to him he's a chalice sully that's what they're for

it's the law

Groom goes first, then the rest of you, from your old shirt numbers, highest to

lowest. Number one.

So I'm last, then. And Rory wore nine.

Shame the dog doesn't get a turn.

His mum wants to know who's sitting next to Uncle Derek's. Not me. He grabbed my

arse at the christening.

Sit him next to Rory, then. He'll have a lovely time.

You alright, Rory?

Just get on with it, Sully.

Good game, Cap.

Get some sleep.

Oh

Afternoon, Rory.

Afternoon, Mr. Dyer.

Rory Whitlock.

Last time you were in my pub, you brought the whole bar around for your

county cap.

Hello, Mr. Kellogg.

Dog goes under the table, boys. Kick off in five minutes.

Johnny, let me sit up for the first half.

I've been waiting all week for this match and I was meant to be watching it

with a mate.

Dogs don't watch rugby, Captain.

Lovely hands from the scrumps and

that's a try.

That pass was slow.

What's he saying?

Nothing. It's your go, Oz.

just to holland the native tribe his estate is for three crockles and cracks

Oh!

Is Rory back?

Not yet. Come in, the match is about to start.

He said kick off.

His train will be late.

Can you ring him?

Charlisses don't get phones, mate.

Lads, found this in the dog's bag.

It's the best man's speech the captain wrote before he got his collar.

I've known Jono since we were 16, and he still can't throw a straight line out.

The rest of it's soppy. Who wants the dog first?

Yeah!

um

Give it to him.

You still with Letha?

On and off.

I always said you'd be good for something, Whitlock.

It was a good speech, Jono.

Yeah.

Shame you'll never give it.

Last thing before the fry-up, group photo, and the groom's wearing the

chalice uniform.

Fergus, don't. A chalice out of uniform in public gets arrested.

Ten minutes, mate. Nobody's about.

Yes! Yeah!

To bring you jaws?

Yeah! To bring you jaws!

Stay. We'll bring you a sausage.

Sit Rory Whitlock you're out of uniform in a public place. They took it off me

my mates.

They're in the cafe Did you

take this chair Alice's uniform off him sir because if you did you'll be wearing

one

He took it off himself, for a bet, a tendie off Steve-O. We told him not to.

Fergus!

Tell him!

Did anyone else see him take it off?

Then you're coming with us, Mr Whitlock.

Hands on the wall, feet apart, bend over.

Clean. Stand up.

You'll not need a uniform in here. Sea charlisses go naked on the wing.

Out of uniform on a village green, Mr. Whitcomb.

My mates took it off me, sir.

The police report says your mates saw you take it off yourself.

Do you know what Marrowgate is?

A prison, sir.

It's where the Magisterium keeps men who are close to turning dark.

800 of them, behind that wall.

Each one is a few bad weeks from losing himself to it, and a checklist is the

only thing that brings them back.

So your role here is to be a whole.

Every day, at least a hundred men will fuck you and use you.

For how long?

Until the Magisterium says otherwise.

Mr Hatch.

His address has changed on the registry.

It says Marrowgate.

Out of uniform in public.

Marrowgate? Christ.

He'd never take his uniform off. Not outside.

He knows what happens.

Then someone took it off him, and he's in there for it.

How do I get him out?

I'll stand outside the gate every day if that's all there is.

Noel.

The old charlis with the steel tag at the muster.

He's kept by one man, and he lives where that man says.

He told us anyone with a flat, a clean record, and a form from the magisterium

can keep a charlis.

I live in a block with 40 blokes.

Then get a flat.

He'd rather be kept by you than by me.

Right? Hello?

New ones, eyes front.

When a man comes to your cell, you present.

Like this. Gethryn.

Every time.

You don't make him ask.

I'm not doing that.

Present.

Present.

Count the men, Rory.

Out loud if it helps.

When you get to a hundred, your day is done.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow you start again at one.

This is my second time in here.

First time I stopped counting and I lost track of how long I'd been here.

Look at the arse on that.

Is he mine tonight, Mr. Hatch?

Former Q, lads. He's not going anywhere.

Your missus coming Thursday?

If she can get the bus.

It's hard, mate.

I can feel the dark coming on all week.

63.

Extra for the chalice. You'll need it.

Finish your tea, Captain.

Then your pudding.

Is that stew or curry?

Does it matter?

Don't let your tea go cold.

Trays in. Two minutes.

Nearly there, Mr Hatch.

What time is it?

Late. Go back to sleep lad.

I couldn't sleep.

Nobody sleeps in here, mate.

Ten more, Whit Rook.

Here, Captain.

Breather.

Lap nine or ten.

It goes over, son.

Laps don't run themselves, Whitrick.

That's one lap you owe me.

Where have you put my two plates, Whitlock?

I've been on this bench the whole hour, sir.

Then you've had an hour to hide them.

Thieves get punished on this wing.

Down on that bench.

Someone scratched the governor's car.

I've been walking laps, sir. Ask anyone.

I'm asking you.

That's a punishment.

On your back on that bench in front of the lot of them.

There's bleach on the governor's shirts.

I've not touched his shirt, sir.

You're the only one in here.

That's a punishment.

Seg.

Who's had the remote apart?

It was like that when I came in, sir.

Of course it was.

You'll be punished for it. On that sofa.

On your knees.

That old sack, Whitrock.

Dinner's at 12.

Tooley, can we have the chalice while he's peeling or are you short?

If he keeps peeling.

Assault

How many is that?

Potatoes or men?

Potatoes. Forty.

Keep going.

Quietly.

Two weeks.

hmm hmm hmm

That asshole hasn't had a break for three days.

That's how it should be.

A hundred.

That's your hundred, Rory.

You've done today.

It's not even tea time.

First time I've got there before tea.

Then the rest of them go on tomorrow's count.

Don't fight them, Rory.

The count goes quicker.

Mmm.

Every night, Whit, look.

You sleep on that.

Yes, sir.

Private Tanner, a flat on Wexburn High Street, a clean record, a letter from

your commanding officer and the magisterium's form.

You understand what you're taking on?

He's yours for good. And for that green, the magisterium sentence stands. He goes

naked. Twelve months, indoors and out.

Yes, sir.

Kept.

You'll not need this, Mr Whitlock. Not for a year.

You signed for me.

Properly. This time.

It's not much.

It's got a telly.

I recorded the final. I thought you'd want to watch it properly. I saw it from

under a table.

I'll never touch a collar. You can touch everything else.

I'm glad I've got your arse all to myself.

Slower stay there

Do

I count that one

no nobody's counting anymore

Everyone's looking, Tanner.

Let them look.

You're allowed out, mate.

How much for your Chalice?

He's not for sale, mate.

But you're welcome to use him.

I'm hosting a party today, and my band's dropped out.

I could use your Chalice for the entertainment.

What kind of entertainment?

Me and my friends all have one like this.

We'd fuck your Chalice until he can't see straight.

But I've only just got out of prison.

I was hoping I could have a break for a few days.

Don't worry about that, mate.

You're a chalice.

I like to try the ban before I book it.

It'll do.

The White House at the top.

Four o'clock.

Mason wants your ass to the lawn.

Keep still.

Where's Tanner?

Having a drink.

Is he clean?

Fresh out of prison, apparently.

I'm clean, sir.

Does it always talk?

Tanner!

Mate! Are you just leaving me up here?

Ladies and gentlemen, our band has let us down, so I found something better.

This afternoon's entertainment is about to commence.

They're very loud, aren't they, Charlesses?

They're meant to be.

It's how you know it's working.

Could we get him for the wedding?

Ask Mason.

Tanner here's in the army.

He's lent us the entertainment.

How often do you have him serviced?

Every day, sir.

Does Mason get to keep him?

Only till six.

I'll have him for my dinner party.

Saturday. Eight for 8.30. Me too.

Pippi wants him for the wedding.

Tanner?

When's my day off?

You're a chalice, mate.

Look at the arse on that.

Wouldn't say no.

It's you.

From the night of the fires.

Yeah. Look, I'm in a bit of a hurry. I've got to... I've had that hole in my

head every night since.

Every night. I'd get hard just stood at work. Bend over.

Mate, please. I'm meant to be somewhere.

You've got as long as I say.

Damn, your vagina is beat up.

Fuck.

You're hitting my second hole.

Is that the lad from the fires?

It is.

Watch.

I'm going to fill you up.

Same as last time.

Fill me.

Go on. Fill me. I want it running down my legs.

I'll be looking for that hole every Saturday now.

Oi, you, bonnet. I've literally just... I can see that. You're leaking.

Saves me the luge.

Harder? Fuck.

You can go harder than that. I'm already open.

Begging now.

Cheers, chalice.

Look at the state of him.

On your knees, sweetheart.

Lads, please, I'm late. I've... Then you'd better be quick with your mouth.

Fuck he's still warm from the last one.

Look at him pushing back on it. Doesn't even need telling.

I've been stood here since six, watching every bloke in this town get a go but

me.

Mate, I can't. That's my shop right there. Then you'd better lie down quick.

How

much

for a go on that?

He's free, mate. He's for everyone.

Aren't you?

Yes. Fuck.

Anyone. Anyone who wants it.

I'll wait then.

You've got a cue, sunshine.

Keep that hole open.

My turn.

Please, one suit. I've got the ticket.

We're shut.

Please.

Get in.

On your knees.

You want your suit, you earn it.

Ticket Fuck I'm so full

It's paid for.