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Listen to me, good people! Listen to me!

As a sinner, like a pitiful creep.

Like a pig who stomped on the holy one.

I'll tell you how I survived that's the gospel and can dream -

- when the mucus rises to my cracked leprosy lips.

And when pornography, threats and violence filling my throat and suffocating me

How can I be in this world, but not of this world?

What makes me swim in the inferno without drowning in the galle?

I'll tell you! Love! Love, beautiful people!

Love is not a short meeting with a bad angel

What I mean when I speak about love is his kingdom.

A land of cold water, the frequency of love.

It's a place that's really nice.

I'm talking about the manor house, with its many rooms.

If that were not the case, why does the Lord of justice say,

- He is preparing a place for all of us?

And that he will return? Because that's where he is.

You were always taken for to be a little girl

People always commented on it.

You just started school.

It cost me shirt, I remember. New uniform, ransel.

Pens, pencils, pencils.

You sat up half the nets and the tip those on my wall-to-wall carpet.

It took a week to get it gone.

You loved those shoes.

With George Best on the soles.

You refused to go to someone else.

George Best and Julie Beech.

That was all you thought about at the time.

Julie Beech.

She wrote my name with a pencil on his jeans.

She lives in South Africa now. She has done it very well.

Can you let the faunal be? It's a wound.

It's a tear job, damn caring. A human job.

We are doing things. If we do not harm, we will not complain.

Emma. Emma, ​​Emma, ​​Emma. A real girl.

A real girl.

Do you have a steak? - Yes?

Not to me. I ate ten bags of chips. He ate a meat pie earlier.

It's forbidden fruit, boy.

Forbidden.

- Did I tell my steak history? - What beef story?

Me and Malky were in an Indian place after the nightclub.

Drink, dance and the whole package. A regular friday night.

He fell asleep in a tikka masala, pysa. Do not come anymore than the starter.

I took as usual extra strong vindaloo.

Malky ordered a T-bon, he does not eat anything else. Steak came.

As he puts his teeth in it, it will be rude. The clean wanted the west.

A staggering team away in the corner. Strong guys. Firefighters on Freedom.

Rugby Players.

The pure slaughter. They knife the immigration divorces.

Like in a butchery.

I say to Malky, who chew on half a cow:

"We must go between and help them, otherwise someone will die. "

Malky says, as the good Christian he is: "I've stamped out."

Suddenly one of the jewels jumps up and runs over our table.

Our table. He chases a screaming waiter with a bread knife.

He treats Malky's steak.

Seriously.

We knocked those fucking boys.

When you talk about the hell ..! What's up, mate?

- You're welcome. Thank you Emily.

Look at that, Billy. I have been a nurse. Come here.

Oh my God. Have you seen it?

- It's a cut. - From work? Is it disinfected?

- It's just a cut. - He must go to the emergency room immediately.

- Can you drive him, Jo? - I'm dritings. Can barely speak.

It may have spread.

The hell either.

- What is it? - an infection

- Has seen infections eat an arm. - He must be in hospital.

The infection can spread to the heart.

- There may be an alternative. - What?

It may not work, but we can make your mother come here.

- Mom? - She can blow it, and it will be fine.

Are you blind ?!

Malky. Malky. You, what was there for something?

- Nothing. - It did not look like that.

I'm just tired.

It is okay. You can walk. Just go.

Can you take blackcurrant jam?

Yes. Thanks.

I want biscuits.

Chocolate Biscuits. No, not they.

They there.

Thanks.

- Chips, then? Do you want it? - No, I have chips.

- Malcolm! Are you blind for the hell ?!

That was completely crazy.

Do you want coffee?

Do you want candy, mom? It's your favorite kind.

No thanks.

Are you mad at me?

It seems like you're mad at me.

- Mom? - No, I'm not mad at you.

What do you want me to say? The devils were impotent.

- Do you need to swear? - Pardon.

All right?

He pushed you almost over end. - It's not like you're raised.

I can do it myself.

Do you want tea, Malcolm? Malcolm?

Something is wrong with you.

It is visible to you. You are dragged on your face.

- I'm just tired. - You're not overcrowding?

You are my son, I notice when something is wrong.

- Why can not I just be tired? - Is it hard work?

To demolish churches.

- It's God's house. - Yes.

But now it's going to be demolished.

You should go and write.

The new church is very nice, I have seen it.

Against yours? You have not touched it.

I have to go back to work.

Are you Malky? I am Paul.

I've held off the cross. The chairman said you should take it down.

It is a beautiful building. I have always liked Saint Michaels.

Should I take over?

Move.

Thank you very much, boy. I have a new home to it.

Yes ... Yes ...

Yes ... Yes!

Yes!

I come! I come! I come! Oh my God!

Malky?

I went to the booth here when I was little. Too bad, it's a nice place.

Did not you go to church here too? - It's just brick for me.

I have not seen anything for you. Were in last week and knocked on.

- I thought I heard the TV. - I work, Em.

Is it me?

- I have to work. - You have not been through.

I thought we just had some fun.

Oh yes?

Is it over?

You always do this to me, Malky. You do it every time.

That's me.

It's not you, it's me.

Pardon.

Who's your girl are you?

I'm your girl

I'm your girl

Mom, what are you doing?

- The brain's back strikes. - Do not bother me. Where should it stand?

There away, next to it there.

Why do you lift heavy things? Leave it to me.

You can not do anything for me. I am independent. Something I have to do myself.

- How's your back? - It's fragile.

It's old like me.

- I make tea for us. - Stay where you are. I'm doing it.

One teabag holds two cups.

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You can not put me off on the way to work?

It will not be a detour? That's okay?

- Is there something that bother you? - No, then. All in order.

I'm just tired.

Your mobile phone.

It's just Pete.

I usually sit with him. He did not know I was here.

He drives past where I live so ...

It seems like he likes you.

Pick you up. Delivering you.

I just mean it's kind of him.

Have I done something wrong?

I have not done anything wrong?

Forget the sky, I go. I need air

What should I believe? I'm going to the pub to meet you, you do not notice me.

- It is not true. - Then I turn up to surprise you.

You drive with a guy you do not know. - I'm just sitting with him.

- He calls you "love" for the hell! - He calls all darling.

Do not forbid me.

Is that something I have not received with me? Is it because I'm not there so often?

- Have you had enough of me? - I have not done anything.

Do not you want me, tell me. Do you want to leave me, so do it!

No.

I do not need you.

Do you think I need you?

I do not need you too. I do not need anyone.

Are we unfamiliar? It seems like that.

We are not unfamiliar.

You get angry, as usual, and owe me because you're afraid.

- What am I afraid of? - I do not know! Say it, you!

It is you who always end it and make it my mistake!

I'm too old for this. You too.

- I'm here yet, right? - No you are not.

You are not here. You look like you, but you are not.

I do not even know you. You are a stranger.

- I'm just tired, ok? - Lieutenant! You can not even be honest!

Dont you trust me?

Do you trust me?

You do not trust me.

Why should you do that? We have only been together for four damn years.

Taking off my pants, sucking your cock -

- and fuck you in a muddy basement pub when it suits you. Why?

Yes, I know. Because we only had some fun.

I'm not fun for me.

A beer too, thanks.

I took a chat with your type. Get ready for him:

"Do not you take care of that girl, then she gets into my harem. "

- Do not know what's wrong with him. - You were met by me.

So that's your fault?

- Have I told you my steak story? - Only about a hundred times.

We were at the Indian place when the noise began.

I have told you that.

The waiters got the bank and I wanted Malky's help to intervene.

He refused.

He said, "I can not, yes. I have mom at home. "

You know how he is with Mom say.

We knocked on everything that touched, Malky and I.

Bodies fall, shells cracks.

It quickly became bloody.

Suddenly the snout is in the door.

And I'm standing there with one ...

... hammer in hand.

It drips red from it.

And I'm crying.

I'm crying because I know what I'm have done and I can not understand it.

I plead Malky and say, "I do not fix prison, Malky.

I can not sit inside. I have kids at home. "

So Malky takes up the hammer -

- and throws it out through the emergency exit.

The snout comes in and arrests him.

He takes the whole noise.

He said I was not involved.

That everything was his work.

He took on the entire shit.

I know you know he was inside long before you hit each other.

But you do not know that he sat inside for my sake.

Come here.

"Now we see as in a mirror, in a riddle.

Then we'll see face to face.

Now I understand by bit.

Then I will fully understand, so God knows me fully.

Then they will be standing, these three: Faith Hope and Love."

Uncle Jim, are you coming? Mom is waiting for us.

Malcolm?

Is that the job?

It's hard to get a job nowadays. You must keep on your job.

It's not the job, mom.

You ... The police are not coming here again my boy

I can not handle that.

I went to church this evening.

The new.

Are you going to use it too?

There are many churches, You can not tear everyone.

He is not a good person, mom.

I was cleaning in that church for 20 years.

He was always very friendly to us.

He has a family, do you know that? He has nephews and nieces.

He does not deserve this.

Look at you on your face.

You are cold. You judge people, that's your problem.

It's a pity to judge people.

It was such behavior which made you last jailed.

I had to manage myself in two condemned years.

The neighbors teased behind my back. Such a shame.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for that, mom.

I do not know what it is with you at the moment.

You do not own compassion. You believe I manage, but I do not.

My nerves can not stand it. My nerves are in a pen!

- All good? What the hell do you want?

I like campfire.

I killed my own father when I was 16.

He forced me to suck his cock from i was seven years old.

My dad force me to suck his cock.

He said it was okay if I enjoyed it.

I still know the taste.

I cut his head off with the nut kitchen knife. Right off.

Do you know how heavily a headed head is?

I know everything about fury. I was two years old at mental hospital -

- and spent seven years at the prison psychologist, and then I found God.

That's not why I'm here.

They tried everything on me. Psychoanalysis, Therapy.

Three rounds of electro shock treatment. Treatment?

It just scratched the surface. Too much shame.

I could not tell anyone that. Who can you say that?

People judge one brother. You can not trust people.

They judge you, even if it is not conscious.

An old priest in prison ...

... give me this one.

"Tell everything to it," he said. "Especially all dirty details.

Everything. The pictures, the memories, out with everything.

Drive out the demons. "

"How many times will I tell you, Father? "-" Seven times forty-two. "

It will not judge you.

It will not judge you.

It does not care with shame.

I do not trust you, Em.

Are you ready to go to Hull?

I do not look forward to Hull.

Hole. Next job. It should only be bored.

I did a job there ten years ago. It's a damn bullet.

Lots of damn rasshøl. But it is two months of work. It must be.

It's all about money.

Do you ever consider to do something else?

Do something else? What do you mean?

Anything else than to destroy things.

I like to destroy things. I'm good at it.

You're damn good at it.

Nobody can tear a building like you.

Besides, there are rifle bullets and spiders the only thing I'm looking at.

I still dream a lot.

It's no dream but a nightmare. I wake up like a rapist.

I will appear on the next tear job. Rolling in with my bow.

With swings and tools and ... Then it's the mother's house.

Mother's house.

I speak to the chairman and say:

"It's too bad the house of my mom."

He says, "I'm in it."

He gets an address, go there and river house. It's a job, not personal.

I say, "Yes, it's personal.

It's damn personal, it's the hell the house of my mom. "

It's the mother's house.

The crane swings the rifle ball.

My heart is hammering and the chairman goes its way. "Not my problem."

It's all around me, I do not know if mom is in there.

I do not get through on the phone.

I'm trying to signal crane driver, but he does not see me.

I say to all: "You can not tear off the building, it's the house of my mom. "

- What happens then? - I wake up when the bullet hits the ceiling.

I can not save her.

What the hell is going on, buddy?

Malky?

What the hell... No no no!

Give it a bark! Malky!

Malky! Malky!

What the hell are you doing here?

Look at me! Look at me!

I do not trust you, Em.

I do not trust you. I do not trust myself, Emma.

I'm afraid to trust someone. Is afraid not to trust anyone.

When the light is extinguished and I am alone in the dark -

I do not trust my own hands.

Shit!

There have been major damage to the seniors. You must be operated immediately.

- Just sew it together. - It must be operated.

Okay. I can not force you, but the hand is going to be useless.

Hey Mama.

I can not come tonight. I...

No, everything is good. I'm just ... busy.

Job and so, you know.

Should I come by tomorrow?

See you tomorrow.

What do you think? Which one do you want?

It.

3.10 pounds.

Do you think he has given you up?

God.

He has not given you up.

You have done that yourself. You have given up yourself.

What do you want me?

Why are you trying to catch my attention all the time?

I'm listening. Occasionally you only need someone who listens.

What the hell should I talk to you for? I do not know you, do not trust you

You do not know yourself, Do not trust yourself.

When you are alone in the dark, Do not you trust your own hands?

I see God in you, Malky. You must be brave now.

Put your burden at the feet of Christ, brother.

Do you know what I see in you, priest?

I see a boy.

I see a little boy with a big knife -

- who is still trying to cut the chew flavor out of his neck.

What did you like most, my brother?

To suck the kitty to your dad, or cut the head of him with the knife to the mother?

Your devil! I hit the skull on you, you guys!

Oh my God. Sorry, Malky.

Oh my God. Sorry, brother. Forgive me man.

You do not have to carry the cross alone. I share the burden with you!

Please let me share the burden.

He did not know it was me, Em.

I swear, he did not know it was me.

It was just blind rage. It could have been anyone.

But it was not anyone, Jo. It was you who stood there, his best friend.

Is this the worst thing that happens to me? This week, it's fine.

Do not do it.

- Do not excuse him. - I do not.

I owe him so much.

Do you understand?

I owe him so much.

Every time I return to him ...

Every time I show up in his apartment or at work -

- I know, even before I am got there or put me down -

- that's the worst thing I can do. The last thing in the world I should do.

And after...

Then I hate myself and be ashamed.

Finally, I ask him, "Is that me?

Have I done anything? "

- Come on, Em ... - It goes well.

No compassion, thank you, then I break together.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Do you remember when I was 12, mom?

Do you remember?

When I got home from church.

When I had stayed at church.

When I was...

I was silent.

Taus.

You said I was silent.

I was silent for three days.

Quite damn silent.

I was dead.

You said to me ...

You cheated on me.

You harassed me.

You harassed me for the hell. "Talk to me, Malcolm. Tell me!

Something is wrong. I'll look at you. Your face is contracted.

What has happened to you? You can tell me that.

I'm Mom. You can count on me."

So I tell you that.

I trust you.

I have to trust you.

I am dying.

Why should I not trust you? You're my mom.

I have to tell someone. I am dying!

Do you remember what you said to me, mom?

Do you remember what you said?

I was 12 years old.

And so damn desperate.

I cried and cried.

What did you say to me

"It has not happened to you."

It was like a whip, mom.

"It has not happened to you."

Your fault is not my responsibility.

Your shame is not my responsibility.

I have my own shame to fight with.

I lay there under his hands.

I'm 12 years old, for the heck.

How are you darling mom How the hell are you daring?

How dare you?! I lay there, mom.

I lay there and cried, cheated and prayed in my head.

All I could think of was:

"My mom

Mom will be so angry with me. "

Tell me what to do. I do whatever you say.

I just want everything to be as before.

I will not let you down. I will not be ashamed of you.

I promise.

ROMERBREVET 12, 13

"Is your uvenn hungry, then let him have food. If he is thirsty, let him have a drink.

Then you collect glowing coal on his head. "

I never forget the old priest in prison, he who saved me

Everyone else had stated my shabby soul.

He offered me salvation and forgiveness, but I had to do my first.

He gave me the tape recorder.

"Tell your secrets. All.

Reveal everything, turn every stone.

And let God take care of the rest. "

He told me:

"Have not you carried this devil? long enough?

It's not even your devil. "

I almost spit it out: "He can not get rid of what he did me! "

The old priest laughed and laughed.

He said, "Yes, Paul. This can be of great use to you.

I know something you do not know. No one escapes the God of righteousness.

Nobody escapes the consequences of its actions, not even in death! "

I promise you, Malcolm!

I swear, on this sacred ground -

- that one day comes the day then His own skin will testify to him!

I commit an assault against myself.

I hurt myself.

Physical.

I hurt myself sexually.

I am raping myself.

I rage myself until I bleed.

I dig, dig and dig.

I'm trying to get his mess out of me.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been 25 years.

25 years, 11 months and three days ...

... since I last the letter.

25 years? What do you want to confess?

Something I have not done yet.

- Continue. - I have to hurt someone.

I have to hurt someone seriously.

Continue ...

25 years ago I trusted a man.

No, it's not true.

I did not trust him.

I was 12 years old.

Confidence has nothing to do with the matter.

I looked up to him.

I looked up to him.

He said I had something like others boys were missing. That I was special.

Special...

I was only 12.

When I woke up the next day, I was a hundred years old.

He said that if I told anyone, God would know and punish me.

God did not have to punish me.

I punished myself every day.

Every day for 25 years.

What do you want?

Vengeance.

Then you may not be right.

I've come right.

- I do not think... - He abused me.

When he stabbed my dick ...

When he stabbed his horny cock in me, he knelt his life into pieces.

He is my enemy. He's my damn enemy!

Sit down!

Sit down!

Sit down for the hell!

I was a boyish.

I was just the boy boy.

Why are you here?

I do not know.

Do you know the Roman letter?

12, 20.

- Do you know the Roman letter? - Yes.

Then you know why I'm here.

He abused me when I was a little boy, father.

He must know ...

... that I forgive him.

I forgive him.

I read from ... Paul.

His letter to the Romans.

Chapter 12.

Verse 20.

"The punishment belongs to me.

I will -

- Repent, says the Lord.

But it also says: Is your uvenn hungry,

then let him have food.

Is he thirsty

... then let him have a drink.

Do you do that...

... do you collect glowing coal ...

... on his head. "