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Now, then, fathead.

Mr O'Neill, please come in and sit down.

This is Abigail.

She's a trainee GP.

She's going to be observing today,

unless you have any objection.

No.

No, I don't.

Anyway, the object of the exercise is

that we behave exactly as normal so

that Abigail gets a window on how the

practice works.

So, Vincent, what can we do for you today?

Erm...

It's me...

Bipolar.

It is me bipolar, yes.

Just worried about the amount of

medicine I'm on.

Just no libido.

And the psychotherapy we've arranged

with Fiona Frank, is that helping out,

is it?

It's good stuff, it's helping.

It's helping a lot.

So, do you want a tissue?

But I'm not here.

You are.

You're like Bob Fleming over there.

Are you sure you don't want a tissue?

I'm fine.

All right, Bob.

Great.

Well, the vital thing with bipolar is

that we deal with both the mental and

the physical.

Sorry, sorry, Chris, to cut you off there.

The real reason I'm here is because

I've got a chapped cockhole, and I'm embarrassed.

I just don't feel like I can talk about

it in front of a new person.

Right.

Great, no problem.

Abigail, thank you.

Of course.

It's just, I know, Chris, you know.

SHE SNIFFS Just maybe blow your nose as well.

Fucking hell.

Give us that fucking vape.

Three hours have been sat here with

her, sniffing like cuddles of the monkey.

I'm not here.

I wish you weren't fucking here.

Blow your nose.

We don't all want it.

What do you want to talk about?

Betrayal.

Betrayal?

Yeah.

Fire away.

Tec sent to my phone, right, after the

night he's disappeared.

Tec's blaming the fucking McDonald's

for his disappearance.

And the only fucking confirmation we've

got that Dylan got away that night is

from bloody Manolito.

I saved him, released him from their

boot and told him to run.

They were going to kill him, Vincent.

So, listen, if the McDonald's have

grabbed him, right, and Manolito's

fucking saved him and told him to go,

Do you know what I'm saying?

Why the fuck would he do that?

How has Manolito got his phone?

So what are we saying?

Manolito's done something with Dylan.

If he's done something to Dylan, he's

capable of doing something to us.

This bloody phone in this locked

drawer, that tells us everything we

need to know.

I'm telling you now, it's fucking hell,

it's Manolito.

He's the one who's been sending these texts.

He's the one pretending to be Dylan,

and he's the fucker that has got us

believing that it was the McDonald's

that had something to do with this.

Again, what I'm saying is, why the fuck

would he do that?

Because he wants to be the hero, isn't it?

Why, though?

Manolito wants our weed, right?

He knows we're the best.

He wants to get rid of the McDonald's.

Divide and conquer.

So if you think that Barry and David

have got rid of Dylan, then you won't

work with him again.

And he's right, because you haven't.

Sure enough, like.

I mean, he's a ruthless fuck.

Carol's right.

He's fucking dangerous.

You know?

I'm telling you, that bloody phone,

that'll tell us more about Dylan's

disappearance than the fucking

McDonald's ever will.

How are we going to find out what's

happened to Dylan?

I don't know.

We'll just have to act normal.

Act normal, and we'll...

We'll somehow plot our revenge, won't we?

Revenge?

What kind of revenge?

Bervie photos.

Do you know what I mean?

Bervie photos?

Have I missed something?

When we robbed the McDonald's we

received some incriminating photos of

Manly Tom.

Now Barry, Barry had them photos saved

to the cloud, right?

So let's get copies of them.

We put him in Manali Orr's house, call

the fucking police and pin him for

exactly what it is.

But then we have to tell the Madonnas.

Can we trust them?

Oh, what fucking choice do we have?

I've got parents in class later.

I hate it when I go and meet all the

other women who look at me with such pity.

Yeah, so much for sisterhood.

I know!

And they keep saying, oh, no, no, my

boyfriend's just working away.

But I think they're starting to sort of

been abandoned.

I'll go with you.

What, I'm pretending to be the father?

Hi, Ellie.

I'm a gay man.

I mean, never get the chance, like...

Will ya?

Yeah.

Am I good?

Yes.

Fuck's wrong with him?

He needs a shave.

Just, oh, he's like...

Oh, touching cloth, man.

Go and have a poo.

Release the hound.

Oh, will you?

Oh, my God.

Cardi?

Fucking Cardi, what the fuck's wrong with...

What's going on with you?

It's Jim.

This is...

Oh, God!

Is that Jim?

It's fucking Jim.

Hey, come here!

Jim's having sex with a real woman.

Listen to this shit.

No!

What shall I do?

I'm stuck in the toilet.

Cardi, can you not get out the way we didn't?

Have a look.

The doors are jammed, and I haven't

wiped my bottom.

Cardi, love, listen to me.

You need to wipe your bottom and crawl away.

All right, yeah, OK.

Jim!

Jim, it's all right.

It's Cardi.

What the fuck?

I needed a poo.

Why is it still big, man?

Bianca.

Oh!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Come on!

Move back.

I don't want to be near it.

Now, fuck off!

Take care.

Here he is.

Ah!

What's going on here?

What the fuck was going on here?

Well, what's it look like?

I found myself a lady friend.

And not only is she clever and kind,

she goes like a fucking steam train!

Jim, I think it's lovely.

How long's it been going on for?

Met her at a wedding.

Few weeks back.

You never taught her No, I didn't,

because it's none of your fucking business.

These days you can't even take a shit

without turning it into a gif and

posting it on Compton Tech Twat!

It's fucking right, though, it's

fucking right.

Oh, good for you.

I hope you and Sticky Wiki are very happy.

Yeah, Sticky Wiki.

It's her fucking pet name.

Right.

Sticky Wiki.

Cos of where she works.

Why, where does she work?

At the Lowry Institute.

Oh!

Let me tell you, there's things you

don't know about that matchstick

painting cunt.

There probably is, go on.

Everyone knows his famous work.

Miserable grey streets, Salford

factories belching out fumes, shitty

little matchstick kids knocking them

out with dogs with three legs.

One of Britain's greatest artists, Jim.

But downstairs, in the basement of the

gallery, that's where the good stuff is.

Oh, the nose-tap.

That's how you know, don't you?

Dicks, fannies, flesh.

Hang on, Lowry did not do nudes, did he?

That's what they want you to think.

They don't show anyone.

They don't want to spoil his image.

They're only ever seen by our experts.

Have you seen him?

Nah.

She says they're tucked away in a

grotty downstairs room.

Unloved.

All right, so why are you telling us

this tale, then?

Because fucking Lowry did Min's

paintings, and that should be something

that you want to see.

Can't wait.

Yeah, obviously.

Can you get us in, then, or what?

I reckon.

Shall you do anything for me?

See you later, Barry.

There you go.

Oh, still in there, the bugger.

I told ya, didn't I, Vincent?

Dylan's disappearance had nothing to do

with my soul from Barry.

Yeah, you did, man.

You didn't believe me though, did you?

Despite my absence being due to the

removal of my left testicle.

Yeah, now listen, honestly, Davey, I'm

sorry about that, but to be fair, you

and your Pesticle now Shut up.

You and your brother Barry were the

most likely candidates to have done

something to Dylan.

It's true I mean, it's only because

you've threatened Saul individually

multiple times and then you were

shaking off the box of his dead bitch

And you want to put it in a blender and

all that?

But we forgive you Don't we Davey?

Just like that With the greatest

respect honor I'm going to need a

formal apology Come on.

David, come on.

He's apologised.

Two casual sweet cheeks.

Don't be a dick, Dave.

I'm not being a dick, Davey!

But I don't like being wrongly accused.

I know, dude.

Listen to me.

Look at me for a minute.

I've wronged you.

There's no worse than sin and justice.

I'm fucking sorry.

I truly mean it, man.

I'm sorry.

Fuck me.

You call that an apology?

Yeah.

You being serious?

I'm trying, yeah.

Sucking on that thing?

Why stop there, Vincent?

Why not have a pot pie, or pick at your toenails?

David!

No, Donna!

What's right is right.

Vincent accused me of hurting one of

his friends and held it against me for months.

And all the time, it was the man that

he chose over us.

But now Vincent knows the truth.

And as he says himself, this provides

an opportunity to put him out of the

picture for good.

Fuck yeah, dude.

Come on, man.

Well, there's a problem.

The photos you want are lost in the cloud.

What the fuck?

What do you mean?

Well, Barry, he saved him.

And we can't access his bloody files.

Passwords died with him.

Oh, fucking bollocks.

And some stupid idiots stole my laptop

and external drives so we don't have

the copies.

Who?

Hang on now, most of us use the same

passwords for everything.

A pet's name, a child's name.

It didn't have a pet or child.

Okay.

As I say, we can't access the images.

We need to find another way to fuck

over that lying, double-crossing,

weird, heart-loving prick and put him

inside for a long time.

Don't we?

I'll get my thinking, Cap'n.

Oh, fuck me, pervy heart.

Oh, Larry Payne's.

We're gonna steal him, put him in

fucking Manolito's house and ring the

bleeding coppers, Joe.

Boom!

He's off to jail, the lewd Larry's

return to their rightful owner,

everyone's happy.

They get him back.

They get him back and everyone's happy.

What's in it for me then?

What do you want, man?

I want you to steal me a pony for

Geraldine's granddaughter.

That's a firm no, that one.

It's a hard, very firm no.

Look, the last time I stole your

fucking horse, Ashley and fucking Cardi

crashed the van, high on fucking

chloroform, ended up in hospital.

None of that's gonna happen again, is it?

Might do.

All right, well, fuck it, then.

I'll get you a fucking horse.

I can't believe it, do you?

Gonna be a good one, Vin.

Main like silk.

Hey, you do that, and I'll get you in

that lousy minge basement.

Now, come here on that one.

You fucking listen to me.

That's an hard job, that.

Well, you just leave all that to me.

Fucking hell!

Hey!

All those things I wanted were no young girls.

All those things I thought I would have

done by now.

What's been holding me back?

Finn, I'm planning a new life away from Hallway.

Stealing cars and tiny horses, really doing...

What, is that your career, is it?

You're gonna move away, you're just

gonna piss off.

I am.

I have to.

I'm worried about him.

Why?

if we leave when we leave who is gonna

look after him okay so depending on the

size of your nipple you might have to

squeeze the end slightly to direct the

milk into baby's mouth yeah thank you

will breastfeed hurt my wife it can be

for some women, especially in the first

few weeks.

And are there lotions or creams that

can help with the cracking of the nipple?

Yep, you can get over-the-counter

nipple cream.

And that won't harm baby?

No, no, it's perfectly safe.

Safe.

OK.

Anyway, for some women, especially in

those first few weeks...

Scenario.

Do you have a question?

If my wife is upstairs sleeping and

Daddy's downstairs on the bottle with

the baby, Is there any nipple confusion

there for the baby going from nip to bottle?

Well, that's a very good question.

And we will come on to nipple confusion.

If we could just do an example very quickly.

If you don't mind just passing me the...

Ashley!

Right, so...

It's soft, it's comforting and it's warm.

Well, the real one is that obviously

this is knitted wool.

We go to the bottle.

This is a different scenario altogether.

Yeah, don't put that in your mouth, okay?

Baby doesn't like it Do not mean it's

basic training He isn't the father of

my baby Takes forever this man.

She's Where do you think you dickhead?

No, no Gets on a rag god over is it

down it goes.

It's a very firm.

No, this is why it's a very firm I'm

not coming.

All right, all right It will work Be

careful now lads.

Don't be breathing any of that shade.

You fucking pass out areas where I'm

gonna leave you We're not going back to

hospital that last time Remember that

when you nearly died You both went yellow.

I still think this is a shit idea There

we go.

Have a lovely little shet then sleep now.

Told you.

Just get him in the fucking van.

Mind his mane.

He said mane like silk.

Looks like a snack toro.

Who a fucking thing.

Well, Ed.

That was easier than last time.

Well, it had to be easier than last time.

He nearly fucking died.

I don't like the look of it.

Come on.

He's got a mean face.

I mean, he doesn't look at his best

right now, cos he's had a massive

session on chloroform with these dickheads.

He's fucking hungover.

Give him a chance.

He looks like me Uncle Norris.

No.

And he used to show his bunions to

people on buskies.

Listen to me.

You asked for a black pony.

Shetland.

There it is, as requested.

He's a good lad.

Fine!

Yeah, fine.

Did you get the Lowry Minge in for?

Yes.

Oh, come on.

But...

Go on.

He's a bit of a problem.

Of course he fucking is.

Jesus, what?

Except, call me genius, I have a plan,

and I've got a way in.

Art restorers.

Art restorers.

As in...

People that restore art.

A specialist crew.

Now, there's a restoration team coming

to the Lowry Institute next Wednesday.

They're doing work on some of the

paintings in the basement.

Access is by fingerscan only, and

Geraldine is letting them in.

Turns out the Pervy Lowries are located

in a specially constructed airtight room.

B7.

So I say, you lot turn up early with

fake IDs, bag up the Minch paintings,

make an exit to the underground car

park where the van is waiting to make

an HD escape.

The real restorers will turn up on

time, And Geraldine will realise that

something is amiss.

She'll call the cops, but by then, he

will have tipped them off about the

monkey fucker.

So, listen, Galar is expecting three restorers.

We're gonna replace them.

That's gonna be me, Ashley and our Tom

down there.

I've roped in Agianna as the getaway.

No, I need you outside with Carol and

Sugar, all right?

That's just in case the fucking

restorers, the real ones, arrive.

Sugar, I need you pulling, like, a big scene.

Labour.

Going to Labour, screaming, shouting,

all that's good stuff.

Oh, why me?

Because you're the only one that's

bloody pregnant.

I can't do that.

You can.

Just fake an orgasm.

In my experience, they are one and the

same, visually speaking.

You really are a perverted piece of

shit, aren't you, Tammo?

She's getting it, yeah.

Hang on, hang on.

Why are me and Mina inside the building?

You're keeping watch in case any stuff

go down unexpected.

Is that what I mean?

No?

No.

Davy, Donna, I need you at Manolito's.

Get him out of that fucking stupid maze

house so we can sneak in the stolen art.

Do you want me to be your problem?

Who means that twisted fucker gets sent away?

No, hang on a second, Donna.

It's an excellent plan, Vincent.

But those mince paintings, I would very

much like to see myself.

As you know, I am a connoisseur of the erotic.

I will come along, Vincent.

As a restorer.

You mean on the job?

Very much so.

A bit of excitement, but like the good

old days with our Barry.

You can take my spot, Sobi, cos I've

got obligations with my old fake ball

and chain over there in the corner.

They're only expecting three of them.

Fucking all that.

So I will be the supervisor who's come

along to make sure that the job's done properly.

I want to see those Lowry Lady parts, Vincent.

Yeah.

So you get me a toolbox.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, can do, yeah.

Absolutely.

There ain't no telling who you might

be, a movie star or maybe even an

Indian cheerleader.

Here he is.

Hiya, fella.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Listen, we are from Cuddlips Art Restorers.

Cuddlips, yeah.

No, don't look at that, don't.

Listen, we're here to see a Geraldine Thorpe.

Is she kicking about?

I'll call her for you.

Good lad.

You come far today?

Stoke.

Stoke?

Lovely.

It's neither lovely nor unlovely.

It's just a post-industrial conurbation

that's struggled to find its purpose

since it's pottery heyday.

Yeah, I'll just call her for you.

Me and Aunt Barry used to go swindling

in Stokes.

Golly, voicemail.

I have a feeling she might still be in

the management meeting.

What's the odds?

Are you doing me a massive favour?

Maybe nip into that meeting and see if

she'll finish a bit earlier.

OK, just for you, just this once, all right?

Sound.

OK.

You're an angel, man.

OK.

I swear to God.

Lovely lad.

Lovely lad.

Can I get that coffee?

What are you doing?

Locking the car here in.

And you're gonna take the keys?

It's a fucking getaway car.

Ash, honestly, what is going on with

your brain?

I don't want it to be eyes and ears, Aaron.

I can pretend to be interested in

boring paintings all day.

My wife's having a baby.

Right, get in.

There's nothing like a crisp sandwich

like this.

It's like the best food in the world,

isn't it?

Just look at that.

There's just no love in that.

He was amazing, wasn't he?

Look at that detail on there.

Oh, yeah.

That's awful.

It looks like something a far you old

could do.

It's better than anything you've come

up with.

Oh, you're better than anything I've

come up with.

Fuck.

Hey, look, it doesn't take brains to be

an artist, just feelings.

Shit, dog's mind.

Shit.

They're here.

Who?

The real team.

Fuck.

They're early.

What, did I make you a roll?

We're having none of it.

I don't.

Do you not want it?

She's trying to give me a spaghetti

roll, as if that's the thing.

Do you want it?

No.

They're in a blue van.

They're here.

They're early.

Who's early?

The real restorers.

For fuck's sake.

Sugar, get your fucking chap under here early.

Okay, blue van.

Blue van.

Blue van, blue van.

Here, here.

There she is.

She's a bloody vision, ain't she?

Hello, gentlemen.

Little earlier than advertised.

Yeah, we made good on the bloody

traffic, haven't we?

Do you want to show us the gear?

We've got a lot to do.

I know you're busy.

Yes, definitely.

I was only expecting three of you.

I'm the supervisor.

Here to crack the whip.

Follow me.

Nice one.

Oh, God!

I fell over!

I'm taking a fall!

I've dropped off my shopping!

I haven't even noticed.

Pregnant woman, help!

Is she all right?

Help us all of you, we need to get her up!

Oh, come on, make a better noise.

Oh, my baby, my poor, unborn child!

Don't overdo it.

Shouldn't we call an ambulance?

No, no, no need, we just need to get

her up.

Come on, all of you, help us, please!

Blimey machine!

Slightest bit of moisture on your

finger and it doesn't scan.

Don't have very sweaty fingers.

I said to the director, this finger

business, it's useless.

He just laughed and said, Oh,

Geraldine, I'll finger you.

Oh, success!

You OK, love?

I think I'm OK.

I mean, I'm obviously still in lots of

pain, but I didn't land on the bum.

So I probably just need a little rest.

Sit down, yeah.

Good girl.

Ooh!

You OK, darling?

Yeah, yeah.

No, I just had a funny...

Ah!

Oh, shit, Carol!

Do you know what?

Loose-leaf.

My wands are broken!

Oh, my God, my baby's coming!

Mm, convincing.

This is our glorious dungeon, but

instead of ghosts and ghouls, we have

work of the finest art.

The Perth paintings, bit in B7.

Geraldine, sorry, dude.

Do you mind if we have a look in B7?

No, no, no.

B6 first, the more traditional Laurys.

B7 is his, erm...

...letter scene work.

As a Laury connoisseur, I would be honoured...

...if you would show us these ones first.

Gawd!

Gawd, gawd, gawd!

Come on, then.

There they are.

Shall I, yeah?

Reveal them?

If you would, I'd be made.

I'm excited for this.

Fantastic.

Here we go.

Fucking hell.

Wow.

Yeah.

Mm.

OK.

Outstanding.

It's a lot to take on board, isn't it?

Weird.

What going on?

OK.

Yeah.

Now, the very...

I'm gonna say imaginative.

Oh, aren't they?

Yeah.

A little away from his more familiar terrain.

Definitely, yeah, I'd say so.

I mean, that's fucking Belle End.

It's massive, isn't it?

Too big.

Mammoth.

Expressionistic.

I think they're wonderful.

So erotic.

They shouldn't be hidden down here.

They should be up there.

Out and proud alongside his matchstick work.

I agree.

But, alas, not everyone feels the same.

It's a crying shame.

It is, really.

Well, I'd say while we're here, we may

as well give these minges a quick wipe down.

Well, I'll let you get on with it.

You've got a lot to get through.

Thanks for your help, Jodie.

Go on.

Thank you.

Well done.

Great job.

Great job you've done.

Thank you very much.

Right, lads.

Let's bag them.

Get rags from your van and find water.

She needs the hospital.

No, no, no.

I used to be a nurse though.

I can deliver this baby.

Carol, you were a nurse in a porno.

Well, I did deliver one baby this year.

Well, we can drive her in our van.

No, not necessary.

Yes, yes, necessary, very necessary.

They can take her in their van, Carol.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good idea, yeah, but we're gonna need

all of you.

Okay, all of you.

Come on.

Oh, fuck!

Okay, it's okay.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, this place, the place.

They could be going anywhere, Erin.

Gosh, there's a robbery going on and

there's sirens, all right?

Where else would they be heading?

I can't.

Cardiff.

Cardiff.

It's Sugar.

She's having a baby.

Oh, God.

Sugar's having a baby.

She's having a baby now.

She's having a baby.

I need to be at the bird!

No, no, no, go away!

And the police coming.

Fucking hell!

Shit!

Have you lost?

Not yet.

What are you, erm...

No, listen, I know what this looks like.

It doesn't look good, does it?

It doesn't look good, but there's a

very good reason.

What the fuck, dude?

What are you doing?

Tie your legs.

No, no, dude, don't.

Shut the fuck up and tie your legs.

What the fuck?

Are you playing that, man?

Are you mental?

Open wide.

There lives a Davy.

Davy, she's a nice lady.

Just shut the fuck up.

Do you want to shout it?

What are you doing?

Leave her.

For fuck.

Listen, I'm checking this out.

Please don't scream.

Please don't scream.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We'll get it all back.

I promise.

Sorry.

I'm fucking sorry.

Fuck, Davy, you fucking asshole.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Davey?

Oi, you're out of order.

That's a nice lady, that.

Look, that nice lady was about to fuck

up this whole operation.

We don't fucking hurt people.

That's not what we do.

We don't work like that, man.

Shut the fuck up.

Fuck!

Just hang on.

Hang on.

We can't stop Vincent.

Just stop.

It's fucking meaner.

Will you shut up?

What's going on?

Police.

There's sirens.

You need to get the fuck out of there.

Police.

Police.

What?

We need to get out of here.

Get out of here now.

Where are you going?

Stick the stairs, stick the fucking stairs!

Oh, my God.

I am not going back to prison, Vincent.

No McDonald's are going to go to prison.

No, but...

No, no, don't fucking leave me here, man.

Shit, dude.

Oh, my God.

Of course there's no fucking reception.

Christ, I'm a fucking bike.

Oh, shit.

Vic!

Vic!

Chuck is having a baby.

She's having a baby.

Is she doing a good job on it?

No, no, she's really having a baby.

She's really having a child?

She's going into labour, yeah.

Oh my fucking god!

Get the little one, get the little one!

I know, do it.

Quick!

I'm gonna be alright.

Oh shit.

What?

Fuck.

Oh shit.

You're not for us.

Oh fuck.

It's okay.

Ben.

It's alright.

Fuck it.

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

It's not alright.

Get rid of him, I can lose him.

No!

Ben, please.

It's all right, sweetheart.

Shit, it's still there.

It's still going.

Fuck!

THEY LAUGH Yeah, that's the finna,

finna, finna, finna.

It's all right.

They're gaining on us.

They're catching us.

They are, babe.

They are, sweetheart.

SHE SCREAMS It's all right.

They're gaining on us.

They are.

They're catching us up, babe.

They're not, sweetheart.

It's all right.

SHE SCREAMS Shit!

Shit!

It's all right, love.

SHE SCREAMS BUZZER We're getting us out

of it, it's all right.

Oh, my God!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Come on!

Fuck!

Oh, we've got to get off the road.

Look, there's a shortcut here, I know a shortcut.

Fabulous.

Fucking hell.

Piece of piss.

Oh, not a piece of piss.

As per the usual, got away with it.

Just.

Just.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Fucking lunatic.

Have a little bit of face.

Ooh!

All right.

See what I mean?

Scot-free.

Oh, fuck me!

HE SCREAMS Oh, fuck me!

Oh, fuck me!

Are you all right?

Think about me.

I'm fine.

Fucking hell.

Did you get out on your side?

No.

I'm wedged.

Yeah.

You.

I think I'm wedged too, yeah.

Fuck.

Right, no.

No, we need to get the bells off.

You should try and ease your weight.

Can you manage?

I'll do yours.

I think so.

No!

Don't do mine, don't do mine.

You'll do yours and I'll do mine.

OK, OK.

Ready?

One, two, three.

Are you all right, sweet?

Is he through?

Yeah, I've got three.

Through?

He's in space, you all right?

No.

No.

Fuck.

I'm so sorry for him.

I can't do it.

No, mine's wedged in.

I'm stuck.

Yeah, we are, we are.

Fucked it, shit.

Right, we're gonna have to call someone.

Do you know where we are?

Not really, no.

No?

No, well, they'll drop a pin on me

phone, won't they?

Oh my God, I can smell petrol.

Eh?

Vin, I can smell petrol.

Vin, we're in a fucking crashed car.

I can smell petrol.

We're gonna blow up, aren't we?

Calm down.

HELP!

Oi, oi, oi.

I can't, I'm about to get shot.

Stop, sweetheart.

Look at me, just for a minute.

Oi.

I can't get out.

Oi!

Calm the fuck down.

Listen to me now.

When have I ever let anything happen to you?

You don't get that choice.

Yes, I do.

I fucking do, we've been in worse

situations than this, we've always got

away with it, haven't we?

Yeah, so far.

One day your luck's gonna run out,

you're gonna get yourself fucking killed.

Fuck.

Today might be the day.

It's not today, is it?

How do you know?

You haven't got some guardian angel

looking out for you, have you?

I mean, look what happened to Dylan.

Oh, for God's sake.

Fuck's sake.

Dylan is fine wherever he is.

How do you know?

Why hasn't he come back?

Why hasn't he been in contact with us,

even on the fucking slide?

Do you know how many times I've had to

lie to Tyler?

Tell him that he's happy and he's gone

away somewhere.

Cos I can't tell him that Uncle Dylan

got snatched in the middle of the night

and we haven't seen him since, can I?

No, not that obviously.

Fuck it now.

Is that clear?

I mean, it...

Is that my fate, Vin?

Am I gonna wait for you to have a

fucking car crash?

I'm gonna get a fucking phone call and

someone's gonna tell me that your

guardian angel let you down.

I'll be to be finished off by McCann,

McDonald's, Manolito.

For fuck's sake, is that the only thing

that's keeping you here, Erin?

No, of course it's not.

Of course it's not.

But all those things that I wanted when

I was younger,

all those things I thought I would have

done by now,

I love you, Vin.

I mean, you're amazing with Tyler.

And you're loving, and you're loyal, but...

Just stop a minute.

You know, there's nothing more, there's

nothing more I wanna do than give you a

love in this fucking crashed car.

Because I do love you, you know, I'm in

love with you madly.

And I get fucking lonely and all.

I know I do it to myself, I just can't

bear how bloody lonely I get.

Can't be normal, just can't be what

people need.

It's fucking horrible, I can't be what

people need from a person.

So frustrated all the time.

So it just fucking consumes me, the

moods and that and I just don't want to

give it to anyone.

Because when you love someone, you only

want them to be happy.

You know?

And if letting you go, if that means

that you will be happy, then that's

what I want to do.

I want to let you go.

I let you go.

And you need to let me go, too.

I love you.

Kel-De 다o.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't go too fast.

The wheels go spinning.

Ash!

Ash, fuck off!

Your my, you're every new day I'm made

are the eyes, I see the stars up in the

sky but for me they shine Within your

eyes, eyes will reach for the sun above

So my arms are tied to you for love

With your hand resting in mine Hi, son.

Dad?

I just thought I'd get a call.

He's like J.J.

Maybe a bit like me.

Oh.

He's here.

Here's the details.

He's massive, Tom.

No, yeah, that's too much information.

Vin.

I'm sorry I've not been in touch.

Erm...

Listen, Manolito knows...

He knows that you know about him.

And he fucking...

He scared me, man.

He told me to run, told me things would

happen, to Tyler, and Erin, and I

believed him.

I hate myself for it, but I thought

maybe this is my chance to start again,

a new life.

Because back there, I fucked it.

I fucked it all up.

I really miss you, dude.

Be careful.

Alright.

I love you, man.

I love you.

You okay, Tama?

A situation has arisen with Vincent O'Neil.

What kind of situation?

Don't worry.

There's nothing I cannot handle.