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I hope some of that's for me.

What?

You think I'm daft? All that stuff is settling up?

A fair share for a week at sea.

C'mon, you were fiddling the books, weren't ya ?

Want to check? - No, no. You're OK.

No, no here. See, that's the takings. That's the costs.

That is what the bank takes. That is the surplus. And...

Sean. Sean! - What?

I said it's OK. OK?

So you still up for our wee business thing?

It's not that bad. - Sean, your losing money on every trip.

Now I got you the contact, and you got us all the way from Scotland.

Don't back out now, man. - I'm thinking about it, alright?

Sorry.

So, how did we do?

Want to take a look?

Not now.

Did you read the letter from the bank yet?

Dad, they're serious.

They'll take the boat and sell it for scrap.

I mean it, Dad. They will!

Maybe we ought to think about other options.

What other options?

Son, just let me catch the fish, right?

You want the light on? - Leave it.

Sean? - What?

Where's the washing? - In the bag.

What bag? - The washing bag.

No, the clean washing! - That has the clean washing!

Oh, you mean the black bag. The one that's in the lav?

Why's it in the lavvy?

My sexy t-shirt's in there!

Will you pick that up? - Aye, when I find my t-shirt.

Aye, skip.

We're... We're going out.

I'd like to eat.

You mean now?

Before you go.

I'll get you something, then.

- Alright, panic over. Make over. Sex bomb is back in the building.

- Ooh, that smells naff.

Alfie, you coming?

It's OK, son.

I'll make my own dinner.

You can get lost alone.

Well, you better not be late behind then. Go on.

I'm ready.

Good, cuz I'm not. - Will you hurry up!

Excuse me. I didn't hear anyone mention that to Michelangelo...

when he was painting his Sistine Chapel.

What's he mean? - He means your hair

What's wrong with it?

Nothin'...

...that a minor adjustment won't solve.

Clown.

Thank you, Lord, for that which we are about to receive.

- It was really boring, by the way.

Go on. - What's the problem?

It looks good. It looks good. Trust me. Big improvement.

It does? - Skip?

Am I a number? - It's OK.

See. Can't say the skipper, man. Looks tight! Rock and roll!

Rockabilly. Looks wonderful. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Oh, jacket, jacket. - With license.

You just going to your bed, then?

Where are you going?

Foreign port. See the sights.

Sights?

- Sean, have you seen my jacket? No!

You staying on board? - Somebody has to.

Right.

Sean. Sean!

Do you really want to be a skipper?

- Let's go. Let's go.

Of course.

Well, you know, son...

a good skipper always puts his boat first.

- C'mon, man, it's 9:30. Can we go?

I've got to go.

- What is Rockabilly?

It's what's gonna get you laid, boy!

What if I don't like it? - What is it with you?

Did you make a pact with somebody you're going to die a virgin?

Is that what it is?

You reckon it's safe?

It is money in the bank, man. It's in the bank.

What? - Sean's new business plan.

We're going down the docks and find some nice Philippino sailors, grease ourselves up

and let them ram up our asses, for a fiver. You want to come?

No.

Oh, I know you want to come. You want to come.

No, I don't want to go. - Are you a natural blonde?

Show us your balls. - Leave him.

Let's find out if he's actual blonde. - Leave him!

Would you lighten up! I'm just having a laugh, alright?

Are you leaving me here, then? - No.

Yes.

Still got that number? - I gave you.

You never gave me... - I gave you the number.

When did you give me the number? - I gave you the number.

You never gave me any number, Ril... - Now.

You know who knows this guy is? - He is a guy. The guy is a guy.

Make the call, man. Make the call.

That hurt!

Riley?

Riley?

Hello. My name is Svetlana.

No, thank you.

I'm looking for something...

a bit different.

I heard you may be a good person to contact...

about transportin' things.

We are a transport company. What transport do you need?

No... I thought we could transport something for you.

On a ship sailing for Scotland tomorrow.

We've got a lot of spare room on board.

I was thinking maybe we could take something over for you.

Freight.

Cigarettes?

Yes?

Yeah, cigarettes.

And you want to pay all the tax? - No, we won't be...

Lots of tax to pay here.

And the import tax for your English queen, also.

No, without tax.

Sir?

You know. Black market. Smuggling.

I tell you something, cigarettes is bad, you know?

They make you cancer.

My dear uncle is smoking all the time...

he gets cancer of the mouth, they cut out his tongue.

Some American son of a bitch with his cigarette company is rich

with selling him cancer to cut out his tongue!

That's your cigarettes!

Thanks.

- Hey.

How much space you've got? - Couple of tons.

You want to earn money?

I might be interested in earning some money.

Ya! Good!

I've got something today from Budapest.

I was going to put it on the ferry

but they are checking the trucks these days, you know?

- So, count it!

Alright, they are ready for you now.

OK! Here we go!

♫ Tonight's the night

♫ Feel the other Feel the other

♫ Change tonight Feel the other, feel the other

♫ Tonight's the night Feel the other, feel the other ♫

It's all yours.

You have any videos?

I thought this was all you have.

OK. You've cleaned me out. Now show me what you got.

You take them over.

You take them over is all.

It is a good thing.

All because of someone like you, my beautiful mother

lived until 1986 instead of murdered by Adolf Hitler.

I read.

You want the money or not?

Dad?

You asleep?

Okay, let's go. Come on. Come on.

Follow my friend.

Let's go!

Let's go. Come on!

"Tonight's the night... Tonight's the night"

"Feel the other, Feel the other"

"Tonight, night. Tonight..."

Sean?

Sean, who the fuck are these guys?

Who the fuck are you?

And what the fuck are you looking at?

Hey, take your hands off! What the fuck is...?

It's okay. Okay? Everything is okay. It's all okay.

It's okay! All is okay.

There seems to an awful lot of Chinese people on this ship.

Aye.

What do you mean, "aye"? You were supposed to go get some fucking cigarettes. What's going on?

What's going on is 4,000 for you when we get home.

Cash?

Pounds? - No, chain assorted.

Holy mother of God.

You fucking genius!

Okay.

Come on!

Yeah, yeah... Okay.

Shut up.

Welcome to Sean's sea cruises.

Mind the steps.

There you go.

They leave the biggest till last.

It's a fucking joke. Jesus Christ almighty.

Sshhh.

It's all okay.

4 thousand pounds, Seany!

That's a ton of money. That's buy a car kind of money.

Prawn cocktail... They're Chinese, aren't they?

You're at sea all the time. - What?

You're at sea all the time. - So?

So what do you need a car for? - Because I'm a man!

Get me a new Alfa. - And you'll get one of them for four grand?

Down payment. Then we see.

So where will you get the rest? - When we do it again.

Hear! Look, hear. Chinese, man!

There's millions of Chinese! Billions of Chinese!

Are you trying to tell everybody? Shut up!

What we doing? What we doing wrong? Drugs? Fucking up kids?

No! All we're doing is bringing in

the next generation of pot washers and owners of takeaways.

Where's the harm in that?

My dad. - What?

My dad. - What about your dad?

It's his ship! He doesn't even know.

More rice!

The Chinese love rice!

How the hell they gonna cook rice in there?

What about Rice Krispies?

Pot noodles?

Did they throw you out?

I ran out of money, so they closed.

How can they close? It's a 24 hours café.

I didn't know the way back.

Hey, can you read? It says 24!

You put that on. It's illegal if you don't open your doors.

You know what I'm saying? You speak English?

You see the way he's lookin' at me?

I'm gonna smash in the fucking windows...

I'm gonna smash in your windows, son!

Can we go? Please?

Okay, let's go.

Wanker!

Oh... I know, a house. You'd love that.

Boring wife, stupid kids, ugly dog.

I guess you can't go wrong with that.

That money is never enough for a house.

What you talkin' about?

We'll do it again. I've been thinking about this.

Hey! This is a one-off! - 'One-off' my ass!

Listen man... One day your dad's gonna pack this in

and you will be free to do whatever the fuck you like!

A run a month. It's easy!

Just imagine a gold mine down there!

Money for a fucking change!

Well, there's no money in fucking fishing, or am I wrong?

No. - No what?

He's not retiring.

Just what fucking boat are you living on?

He's been trimming you like a poodle.

You're part of the master plan... "Old guy retires in glory...

Young wonder boy gets the fucking boat!"

You get that man a bungalow and trust me,

he'll be out of that wheelhouse as quick as you can say:

"Kung Pó Special!"

You listening to me?

Look... Something you need to do.

What? - Tonight.

I was wondering if the bucket needed doing.

Bucket?

Fuck...

Okay?

Hey, Alfie, want to see some thing?

What?

Souvenir... of a called country Belgium.

You going to watch it? - No!

Pervert! I'm going to put it in the microwave.

Yeah?

- Yeah...

What's up?

- Fish. Are you sure?

- I think so.

Maybe.

Not bad.

Move over.

Aye, you'd want to wash your fingers after that, then.

What's that?

The Best of Bangkok Hardcore... "Jade Anal III."

Jesus wept!

I mean, look at them.

Thai girls. Just look at the size there.

They can pack a weight.

Bell's ringing. - What?

The bell's ringing.

What, to shoot the trawl? - It's a trawler, isn't it?

I thought we were going straight home. - We were.

What? We've been all the way to fucking Belgium!

People will miss me.

Riley, the only person that will miss you is a parole officer.

I thought we were going straight home.

Breakfast when we get done?

Last time, then let's hope it's the end then.

- I don't give a fuck about breakfast!

What I care about is them!

Who they going to search? - What?

So, who they going to search?

Who? - Customs, for a start.

We come back from a foreign port with no catch.

What the hell do you think they are going to think?

Bad luck?

No beans?

The beans are gone.

We say that the winch gave us bother.

Will you get real?

They'll be opening up the deck before we're even docked.

Did you ever think of that? No, I didn't think so.

- All I'm saying...

it is that it's not exactly the Holiday Inn down there, ya know?

Alright, have it your way.

We take a risk and we go straight back home.

What happens if we get caught? What happens to them?

They get sent back home, I guess.

And my dad? - I don't know about your dad.

For Christ sake, Riley, he's the skipper!

He'd lose his license and they'd take away the boat!

But you needn't worry about losing your job

because you'll be spending the next couple of years in gaol.

You still want to risk it?

Right... They'll get fish and they'll get water.

We're not doing them any favours rushing back.

I mean, they don't want to get caught any more than we do. Right?

I suppose so.

All we do is spend a day or two more at sea then we head home with a boat full of fish.

Nobody looks twice, nobody gets caught.

Okay.

It's your call.

All we need is a decent catch.

What's a decent catch? - Half full?

You guys okay?

How they doing?

Yes? What is it?

Milk, no sugar.

Nothing more to catch. We're too far south.

First haul was okay.

First haul was nothing.

So, what's happening?

He says he's got his boat and he wants to try.

Jesus Christ...

That's just in case... in case you want to throw up.

- Jesus Christ, Sean!

There are twenty fucking Chinese in there freezing there tits off,

while your dad decides to play Captain Ahab to Greenland and back!

How long do you think they can hold out for, huh?

A day? Two days? A week?

Are we gonna get a catch in a week, Sean?

We haven't caught anything bigger than my dick since Christmas.

You need to tell your dad. You need to tell him.

It's his boat! - And what good would that do?

We still need the catch. Do you no get it?!

Oh, I get that... I get that.

I get you're Satan himself.

You know that if he finds out what you've been up to

you'll no inherit no fucking boat. You'll be lucky if you get a fucking bathtub!

I can't do that. It's not only just for the money!

Who'd you bring them on for, asshole? - You wouldn't understand.

Try me, ya fuckwit.

Because I don't want to watch my dad spending his last years

waiting to die in some shitty little caravan!

This boat is all he's got.

You know what he's got to show for his life if he loses it?

Nothing.

For 32 years grafting.

And I'm not going to standby and watch him lose it.

It's still in the bank though, eh?

Get a catch. Fuck this. Get a catch and we're home and dry.

What fucking catch?

Turn it off.

What?

Turn it off.

Fuck off.

What the fuck is wrong with you? - I don't like it.

You're the one that was locked up, no me! - It's dirty. It's...

Of course it's fucking dirty. It's a porn video.

The women get shagged by guys with big knobs...

It's filmed by guys with wee knobs

and watched by guys like me with medium-sized knobs.

And she gets paid for it and she feeds her babies through it.

What's the alternative?

Her babies starve to fucking death and die in the gutter.

You got a problem with that?

Now, I don't remember inviting you in here to fucking watch it.

If you don't like it, fuck off.

In the meantime, turn it back fucking on.

No.

Give me that!

What the fuck...?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Listen, just because you cannot get your end away, don't take it out on me!

When was the last time you had a shag, heh?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you!

In the fuckwit children's home

when some kook-pot wet nurse

rammed tranquilizers up your fucking ass, doing the job

of the fuckwit mother that put you there in the fucking first place!

You fucking retard!

I can't mess with some fucking wanker in here!

[ PEOPLE SHOUTING ]

Quiet. Quiet!.

No, no, no! Put it on the bucket.

Put it on the bucket!

You don't want to do that!

No.

Please. Please. Please.

I can't do it. Can't do it.

Shut up, please. Shut up.

Will you come up here, please?

What?

Storm's coming.

So?

We'll bring the trawl back in.

There's no point taking any risk. - There's a good mark on the sonar.

It could be several tons.

We would not want to miss a good catch, heh?

See? No problem.

Both of you?

Aye. - Yeah.

Well, better make a start, heh?

I'll stay and help you.

If you want.

Save your strength, son.

Sure you're up for this?

You know me.

Never had much to lose.

Come on!

Let it down! Let it down!

Riley! Grab it! Hold the end!

Riley!

We need to let it go! - We'll lose the catch!

We need to let it go, Sean! It's out of the pulley!

You need to hold it!

I can't hold it by myself! - Just hold it! Don't let go!

I can't hold on! - Hold the rope!

Give me slack!

Sean!

Give me some fucking slack!

Yeah! Yes! Yes!!!

Piece of piss, Sean!

Leave it! Leave it!

[ SPEAKING CHINESE ]

Maintain, you fucking bitch, we would be caught in the box.

I thought we were going home, Sean.

It's not allowed, you know?

For you.

Wash.

Sean!

Shoot the trawl!

I think one of them's died.

[ PEOPLE SCREAMING ]

[ SCREAMING CONTINUES ]

Help me!

No way. No way I'm gonna touch a dead guy.

Please!

No, you do it. It's your job.

No.

No. I didn't mean it like that.

I won't hurt you. I didn't look at you.

I promise!

It's not allowed.

You can't hide on the ship!

I got... I got to tell the skipper!

You understand? Skipper? Captain?

You can't hide!

You can't hide on the ship! That is not allowed!

You have got to go to the skipper!!! Do you understand?!

The skipper!

No.

No.

No.

You can go.

Why did you do it?

Why do you think? For money.

You risk my boat for money?!

My boat!

For money for your filthy pocket!

My fucking boat!

Not for me...

for you.

For the boat.

It's all there. It's yours.

I swear to God...

There was no other way.

It was that or let them scrap the boat.

What are you doing? - Heading home.

What if we get caught? We'll...

We'll lose the boat. - If we get caught...

We lose it anyway.

I don't suppose you need me looking over your shoulder, do you?

No, I don't.

[ SKIPPER GAGGING AND COUGHING ]

Too late... Too late.

It's over.

It's over.

Skipper? You awake?

I thought we were going home.

We are. - So?

So, you want to get caught?

Get them sent back to where they came from.

I want to go home.

I want to go home, now.

Then, why not go home with a catch?

Look!

The net's still out. Remember?

Okay, Sean?

Should we bring it up?

Sean? Shall we bring it up?

Let's do it.

Heave away!

Yes!

Yes, boyo!

That's a catch, Riley, my boy!

Yes!

Customs, kiss our fuckin' arse!

Yeah!!!

Yes!

Yeah! Yes!

[ PEOPLE SCREAMING ]

[ SCREAMING CONTINUES ]

I had a good catch.

I had a good catch.

You had good bait.

I made this for you, son. She's your boat now.

You're a good son, Sean.

And I want you to have her.

- You did this?

We would have been caught, son. - Look at them.

We would have lost the boat. - Look at them!

I was trying to look after them.

One of them died, heh?

You'll still get your money.

And that's what you wanted, isn't it?

You knew all along, didn't you?

From the moment I put them on, you knew.

The whole time I was asking myself if you'd notice.

But, you knew all along.

Doesn't matter when I knew, son. It doesn't matter.

Nobody knows anything, now.

Nobody knows.

We're safe.

What you doing here?

Dad?

You're just a mere lass. - Dad!

Don't be afraid, lass. He's Sean. He's...

He's a good boy.

He'll be a fine skipper.

Sorry.

Dad.

I'm really sorry.

Dad, no!

Dad!

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