All language subtitles for k-shop 2016 movie

Oi!

Oi! Oi!

You get me the fuck out of here!

You get me the fuck out of here, now!

You get me the fuck out of here,
you cunt!

You don't know who I fucking am?

I'll fucking kill you, cunt.

When I get out of here
I'm gonna' fucking rip your head off,

and shit down your neck, you cunt.

I'm gonna' rip your head off
your dirty fucking dust cunt shoulders...

Yeah, nearly there.

Just then...

Just the dissertation left.

Next stop United Nations.

Yeah.

I'll be out in a week.

No, you stay till they say
you can leave this time.

Dad, may I suggest something now...

Go back and concentrate on your studies.

No listen, just hear me out please, okay?

Let me run the shop for a few weeks.

Dad, please, I can finish the work here.

I don't need to physically be at university.

No, I get some temps in.

Dad, there's hardly any food left to sell.

Look I know if you just give me a few weeks...

I can get everything back on track.

Salah,

nights aren't what they were but we'll make it.

Yeah, I'm sure I can handle it.

I can.

Hey,

did Real Madrid win?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

<i>That tune is incredible.
Just out today.</i>

<i>Already can't get enough of it.</i>

<i>Alright, you know what time it is.
Whoever you are,</i>

<i>whoever you're with, whatever god-damn
awful job you've been stuck in all week,</i>

<i>I don't really care. It's official people,
the weekend has landed!</i>

Mate can we get a wiggle on?

I've been waiting here
for near like fucking fifteen minutes.

Just give me two minutes, yea?

Here, where you from?

I said, where you from?

Like, the Middle East?

Pakistan?

Pakistan isn't in the Middle East.

Ah, it's all the fucking same.

Enough of the fucking Geography lesson,
mate, you're holding him up.

What you saying?

Well, I'm saying, like, proper English, mate.

You should try it some time.

Get your fucking hands off me!

Evening'.

Reported disturbance?

Yeah, do you want to come in?

Two parties involved in a large altercation?

Yeah, um...

it all happened pretty quickly. Uh,

it was more like a brawl to be honest.

Ten minutes.

There were punches thrown,

place left in a complete state.

This table...

just completely gone.

Okay.

Great.

Do you not need anything else?

We’ll get a crime number out to you
and if there’s anything else we’ll be in touch.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I called nearly three hours ago...

Busy night.

<i>Nearly a month now since that came out...</i>

<i>And I've got to say I'm still absolutely loving it.</i>

<i>Right, now there's rumors floating about this morning...</i>

<i>that the coast might be welcoming
a new super-club in the next few months.</i>

<i>Apparently, and an unknown celebrity's
been in talks with the council...</i>

<i>about helping to grow the town's night-life.</i>

Breakfast in bed.

Come on.

We’re getting somewhere.

(There's a knock at the door.)

No idea how you put up with this for so long.

They’re just drunk.

Don't take it personally.

Come on, boys.

You watch Becks, he'll score in a minute.

You gonna' look at this before you go back to London?

Not now, dad.

Come on, you got a degree in politics,

sure you can help me raise some funds here.

Dad, I’m not going to get a degree
in anything if I don't get that finished.

Listen, I have a property lined up.
Everything is just right.

You're in no position to be starting restaurants right now...

you should be thinking about retiring.

Look, let's just get the next few months out the way...

and I promise you we'll look at the restaurant then.

Food, food, food, best kebab.

Mate!

Open the door, mate.

Open up, hey!

Stop it. Stop it! Stop it!

Quiet. No food. We're closed.

A kebab shop and no food?

I can't hear you. I can't hear you.

Come on. Come on.

Let me inside then. Come on.

Oi, oi, oi, oi! What you fucking doing?

What you fucking doing, man?

Get your fucking hands off him.

No way man. Bloody hell.
He hardly fucking touched ya'.

- Come on.
- Come on, he's fucked.

- Come on.
- Come on, he's fucked.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Yeah, my dad's fallen down...

I think there were a few guys down there...

I don't know what happened,
please hurry up!

The report states there may have been contact with a third party...

but this doesn’t change the fact he died due to respiratory system collapse.

(takes off glasses, sighs)

The coroners are struggling to see past his medical history.

Your father was exposed to some pretty nasty
chemical nerve agents before he came to this country.

Yeah, I know, I know that, I know that
and that's nothing to do with what happened.

I did call the council to ask about the cameras
and they came back with a statement...

the 'Installation of CCTV'...

'was never considered a sufficiently'...

'worthwhile investment'.

The fundamental problem we have...

is that without an eye witness it's impossible
to prove the manslaughter claim.

Last couple of years I was trying to encourage him
towards insolvency but he wasn't having any of it.

All our consultations were about restaurant contracts, leases.

He was very keen on this old Victorian unit,
St. James’s Road.

Fantasies.

He gave everything...

to get you where you are now.

Don't begrudge the man his dreams.

Do me a favour.

Use this place,

to save up the money you need,

finish your studies,

then burn the god-dam thing to the ground.

Beautiful space, isn't it?

Deserves a new lease of life.

Oh, my god Is that Jason from Big Brother?

Oh, my god.

Excuse me...

Can we have a picture?

Come on, girls.

Do you mind?

I'll take these off.

Got it?

You girls heading into town?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Come on, then.

<i>Now, listen, if you're ringing in to ask
if it's true or not, well, we can confirm,</i>

<i>yes people, that former big-brother star
Jason Brown's...</i>

<i>bought a grade one listed
building in the town center,</i>

<i>and he's converting it into a new night-club.</i>

<i>It's gonna' be called Slush,</i>

<i>and he's quoted as saying it's going to be a
sexy and affordable night out for one and all.</i>

<i>Sounds banging.</i>

<i>Text us your thoughts right now on 89977,
what do you reckon?</i>

<i>In the meantime, if you can't wait for Slush to open,</i>

<i>well Outback are relaunching tonight.</i>

<i>They've got a 2 for 1 promotion on all bombs.</i>

<i>Go on, pop in after work and neck a few
cheeky ones before the other half finds out...</i>

Commercial Meat supplies.

Hi, I'm waiting on a meat delivery, Best kebabz.

- It should have been here at 7.
- Yeah, yeah,

yeah, you got too many unpaid bills here.

If you can get it cleared,
we'll start getting your meat out to you again?

Understood. Thanks.

- Alright, cheers, bye.
- Bye.

Let's get out.

Come on leave him alone…

Mate? The shop’s closed.

You got five minutes, Scotty.

What are you doing?

Taking my food.

You’ve had your food.

I fucking paid you!

You're going to be alright!
You're going to be alright!

You're going to be alright, mate!

Hi, I just slam...

dunked a kids head into the fryer and...

killed him.

Oh well, that's perfectly reasonable,
Mr. Kebab Man,

we'll just come over and pick up the body.

He's just a bit pissed.

Let's get you home shall we? Yeah?

Jackpot.

Back-up.

- Fucking hell.
- What?

Check out the fucking pins on that.
Fuck me.

- Give her a get ya rat out.
- You give her a get ya rat out.

Okay, I will.

Oi!

Get ya rat out.

Mate, what're we getting you guys?

I need a shit.

Mate there's no public toilet back there.

- No, I just need a shit, mate.
- There's no toilet back there.

Mate, I'm gonna' shit all over the fuckin' floor.

Come on, mate, I'm starving.

Fucking up.

So what'd you guys want?

Lamb Donner.

Yep, I'll have a lamb Donner, chips...

We're actually really low on lamb, guys.
Can I do you chicken instead?

Yeah, whatever.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm fucking tired of this shit...

phones and fucking ringing people...

like a fucking tumor in my fucking ear.

Do what I do mate, just take money off them.

What? What're you talking about?
What off customers?

Yea know the old ones with dementia, mate.

Fucking hate them, always fucking get them.

Tell them you're gonna' cancel
their policy unless they write a cheque.

150 quid, something like that.

- You ask them for money?
- Yeah, mate.

- You're fucking kidding?
- The old ones, yeah.

What, how long you been doing that?

- Well, since they cut the bonus, innit?
- Absolute piss-take.

Alright, how much, like in an average month you making?

Depends how many crazies I get, dunnit?

- What are we talking, like, 200 quid?
- What?

Guys,

it turns out, we got lamb.

Hallelujah.

So mate, how many times you done this?

About three times a month.

Got a couple of weekends to Lanzarote out of it.

- Fucking hell.
- Fuck me, I'm fucking staying.

Do you guys want some salad?

Yeah. No tomatoes.

Bit of chilli sauce.

Think what I could do with that money.

There you go, guys.

Hello.

Mate...

That is fucking awesome.

That's the best fucking kebab
I've ever fucking had.

That's outstanding.

<i>But after that they really do have no idea.</i>

<i>Anyway, let's have a listen to the statement
from the police earlier today.</i>

<i>We urge anyone that may have come into contact with Mr. Baker,</i>

<i>following the incident at Slush nightclub to come forwards.</i>

<i>Any information could prove influential as we continue our search.</i>

<i>In light of the discovery of the victim’s clothes on the beach...</i>

<i>we must strongly consider his current
state to be drowned and deceased.</i>

<i>Confirming reports there that Scott Baker
likely drowned whilst going for a drunken skinny dip.</i>

<i>Scott, mate, this first one's for you, buddy.</i>

- Get the fuck off of my boyfriend you fucking slut!
- Yeah, she's not fucking worth it.

- I hope you get cancer and die you cunt!
- Oh, shut up, for god's sake!

Fucking slut!

- Girls. Girls, the noise.
- I don't care Stacey.

- She’s a fucking cunt!
- Girls, the noise. Girls, the noise!

- Girls, the noise!
- What the fuck are you saying?

The noise, keep it down.

Are you fucking joking?

This is none of your business.

You don't know what I’ve fucking been through tonight.

- Yeah, but the neighbours...
- I don't give a fuck.

I ain't coming' in here to get the piss taken out of me.

I'm not trying to take the piss.

- Fuck ya!
- What do you think you're doing?

- Come on.
- What you gonna do, fucking prick?

Just fucking leave it.
Chantelle, come on.

What? What're you saying?

Have you got something to say to me?
I'm sorry?

The problem is you're not sorry though are you?

- Na, I ain't fuckin' sorry.
- Chantelle!

- Get out! Get out!
- Fuck this, after the fucking night I've just had.

- Get out!
- How about you get the fuck out of my country!?

- He's not fucking worth it alright?
- Fucking prick.

- Yeah, what you gonna' do?
- I'm going Fuck this.

Come on then.
I'll fucking smash your cunting laptop, you cunt.

Get off me!

You fucking cunt!

Stacey!

Are you being funny with me!

Fine, fuck you then.

Oh, fuck off.

What the fuck you looking at?

Ohh...

Oh...

Oh, yeah.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

You wanna kiss and make up?

Fine.

Fuck you then pervert.

You’re fucking filth aren't you?

Oh I was only fucking about...

I could see that.

Harrybabez says he didn't fucking cheat on you...

Honest like.

Please, I'll fuck your brains out
and I won't tell anyone, I promise.

I’m OK thanks...

my brains are quite important to me.

What the fuck you want from me?

I want to know...

why you think it’s acceptable
to behave the way you do?

I just wanna go home.

Come on, come on.

Think for yourself,
think why you behave the way you do.

Explain.

What makes you wake up in the morning...

and conduct yourself in the way you do?

Okay,

here’s an easy one for you.

We asked 100 people what species is Chantelle?

We asked 100 people what species is Chantelle?

Human bean…

Our survey said...

<i>You're minging.</i>
[CHANTELLE MESSAGE TONE]

Shop’s closed.

Seen my mate?

She's gone.

<i>You're minging.</i>
[CHANTELLE MESSAGE TONE]

Where is she?

Downstairs making a fat deposit…

She had a pretty large debt to humanity to pay off.

<i>Plans to convert St. James Church,</i>

<i>into one of the biggest nightclubs
in the UK are well underway.</i>

<i>Josie Andrews took time out this week
to catch up with celebrity entrepreneur,</i>

<i>Jason Brown to discuss all things boozing.</i>

<i>Well, we've been running Slush for 7 years now...</i>

<i>and people continually ask us
are we going to open another one?</i>

<i>So we pushed the boat out and in the new year...</i>

<i>we'll open a new club on the coast followed
by London, Cardiff, Newcastle after that.</i>

<i>And why do you think the relationship between
alcohol and the British public is so strong?</i>

<i>They work hard.</i>

<i>Everyone deserves a drink at the end of the week...</i>

You alright, mate, yeah?

How’s it going, yeah?
Had a good night, yeah?

It's been good?
Fuckin' quiet, init, mate?

What're we getting you?

Chips, medium chips, yeah.

Medium chips, one twenty mate.

Stag do?

- You what?
- Been on a stag do?

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah...

Stag do, mate yeah that's it!
Top man, mate, superstar!

Hey, do you want some Mandy, guys, right?

I’ve got fucking Mandy, I got pills,
I got whiz, I got grass,

I got fucking acid, not the talking kind either,
do you know what I mean?

Mate, this stuff'll blow your fucking head off.

We’re just on our way home.

Yeah well, listen listen?

Fucking stock up for next weekend, then, init?

Doesn't matter does it, do you know what a mean?

Stop you're fucking bath tub up mate,
I don't fucking give a shit.

We’re just waiting for a taxi, sorry.

- Right.
- I think it’s just pulled up down there actually.

- <i>Yeah?</i>
- Yeah, mate, it’s me again.

Aye? Yeah, look,
I’ve just been up to the top of town,

yeah, the town's fucking dead, mate.

What do you think I am you?
A Columbian?

Listen, go and fucking tell Brown
that there's far too much fucking...

gear on me to fucking
shift by myself in one night.

Can't be done.

Just fucking tell him.

Do you want some gear, mate?

<i>You have one new message.</i>

<i>Okay, I've spoken to Brown.</i>

<i>If you can't sell the last of it,
go dump it back in the church.</i>

<i>Remember, dancing with the devil 6-6-6.</i>

Mate, I just smashed the fuck out of some cop's kebab shop.

Aye? What you talking about?

I'm completely lost cus' you fucked off with some slut.

Yeah. Yeah, whatever.

Where's the fucking hotel?

Think I'm on the edge of town.

Just fucking, yea I just fucking said that.
Twat.

For fucks sake.

Two fucking tours of duty, mate.

Tasted fucking shit anyway.

Oh my days? Did you see that?

- Man, did you see that, bro?
- Yeah man, I saw.

He's like fuckin’ Rambo, bro!

Who was that guy, man? Do we know him?

- Fuck knows.
- That guy's crazy, man...

Safe.

Fuck!

Excuse me…

Excuse me…

One of your guests stole from my shop.

- This is private property.
- So was my burger.

Don't you dare...

Bang on that door.

Let me take down some details.

So, can you describe him for me?

Look I really need to...

Watching the people get lary,

it’s not very pretty I tell thee.

This ain’t gonna' end.

This is never gonna' end.

Amusing where some find happiness.

They’re self-deluded.

It’s easy to blame a lack of imagination...

I's got nothing to do with it.
It's about a lack of accountability.

- Accountability?
- Yeah.

And what about our accountability?

You know, we profit from them as much as anyone.

It's easy to blame them.

We're all just trying to get by.

What are you studying?

Socio-economics.

But I’d be lying if I said I drew upon it
for dealing with exploded condoms full of talcum powder.

Well, this got deep quick.

Wait here.

Hello the New Westwood...

You got any jobs going?

Saw that shit you did in the park last night.

I don't remember defecating in a park last night.

You don't need a hand, like,
over Christmas or nothing?

I think you dropped this.

Things would have got real messy
if you’d started swinging that about.

Have you ever been to Boston?

Have you ever watched the World Series?

I dunno what you're talking about?

Then why the fuck are you wearing
a Boston Red Socks baseball cap?

You speak Turkish?

A little bit, yeah.

Dad’s side?

There ain’t no dad’s side.

Look man, I'm at college all day, yeah,
but after that I'm all yours.

I swear, I’m bang up for it.

You can temp the weekends till Christmas.

Alright, wipe the tables down and you can go.

Still open?

Yeah.

What can I get you?

It’s been a long time since I had a kebab.

Lamb Donner?

Sure.

Oh, we never finished our little debate.

Just closing up, mate.

How long have you been here?

Mate, we're closed.

Brain dead.

I got something' you can squeal about love...

Here, what we getting you,
what we getting you, what we getting you?

- What you getting' involved for?
- Well, if you want my opinion…

You can do better.

So, what you after?

I'll have Donner meat and chips.

Great choice.

Let me second.

That’s four fifty, mate.

That’s four fifty, mate.

Where's the cheese?

Where's the cheese?

Oi can I get some cheese, please?

- Cheese is one pound extra, mate.
- Shut up,

I'm not paying a pound extra for cheese.
Just give us some fuckin’ cheese!

Give me some fucking cheese.

I'd like some fucking cheese.

Give-me-some-fucking-cheese.

Oi! Just give me some fucking cheese,
you Paki cunt.

What's the matter with you?

What you laughing at?

Little rat cunt.

- Get out!
- That’s not going to get you anywhere is it!

What're you fuckin' talking about,
you fuckin' red coat slut? You fuckin...

Woh, get your fuckin' hands off me,
you dirty cunt!

Give me my fuckin' food!

You don't know what I'll fucking do, bruv.

Give me my fucking food! Oi!
Give me my fucking food, now!

Little rat cunt, I'll fuckin' sort you straight out.

I'll stick you on a fuckin' spike, bruv.

I'll fucking hold you up, you cunt.
What're you fucking looking at?

I'll fuckin' iron you straight out, mate.

You wanna eat in here?

Right, he takes your money, like a cunt,

and he don't fuckin' give you your food
that you wanna' eat.

Here I'll tell you what you can have,
you can have a bit of fucking this.

How shockingly original.

Do you need a lift home?

Going back to work.

You going after him?

What the fuck?

He's a racist prick,
you need to lay it down on him!

No one's laying on anyone.

Well fuck it, I'll go after him.

Night's over...

Go home!

Really drunk.

- Mate.
- Ah, fair play, mate.

Forgot my keys.

- Think they're in the back.
- I’ll look.

Do you always sleep in the basement?

Congratulations...

you've made it to the lock in.

Oi!

Oi!

You, you cunt! Oi!

Oi! Oi,

you fucking get me out of here, you.
Come on,

- what you fuckin' doing? You're...
- Originating from the Old Norse word Kunte,

- Fuck you! You fuckin' fucker. You fuckin' cunt.
- first known English usage thirteenth century,

- You get these chains of me.
- used in medieval medical records.

- Get these fuckin' chains off me.
- What’s your point?

You fuckin' cunt!
You get me the fuck out of here,

you get me the fuck out of here, you cunt!

You don't know who I fuckin' am.

I'll fuckin' kill you, cunt.

When I get out of here…

I'm gonna' fuckin' rip your head off
and shit down your neck, you cunt.

I'm gonna' rip your head off your dirty fuckin' dust cunt shoulders.

I'll fuckin'. Oh...

Right,

I.D. please?

What you doing'? What you doing'?

How many you had tonight, Steve?

Your pupils look awfully constricted.

Only kidding, mate, in you go. Go on.

You're a fuckin' psycho.

Psycho? Eh?
We're just having a bit of banter, mate.

Just fuckin'...

Now, let’s go back into party mode shall we?

Now, I'm a designated driver so,
you know, I've got to take it easy.

But you,

I know you boys love the hard stuff...

Hope you like it hot.

- Nah, nah, I'm alright, mate.
- What do you' mean, fuckin' "nah"!

You sent a text message to Bigsy yesterday afternoon.

Here, 3:10 yesterday afternoon.

'We getting mega cunted later?'

So?

We're getting mega cunted, yeah?

Cheers.

Get the fuck off me, you cunt.
Get your fuckin' hands off me, you cunt.

Come on, man up and swallow like a good boy.

Now, what have I told you
about leaving your drinks unattended, Steven?

Some nasty creature might come along,

take advantage,
spike your drink and you know what?

You end up in a basement, Steve.
You end up in a basement.

Whey!!

Go, go, go, go, go, Stevie.

It's your birthday.
We're gonna' party like it's your birthday!

Gettin' mega cunted like it's your birthday!

And you know we don’t give a fuck it’s not your birthday!

Oh, fuckin' hell, Stevie.

You know, I can't fuckin' keep up with you, mate.

Lad on form indeed, my friend.

Lad on form indeed.

<i>Tonight disturbing scenes on town beach
as a controlled explosion...</i>

<i>at the site of the new artificial surf reef...</i>

<i>has seen human skeletal remains wash ashore.</i>

<i>You don't expect that to happen around here,
not on your own doorstep.</i>

<i>Just unbelievably terrifying.</i>

<i>Let me reassure the public that we will
be doing everything in our power...</i>

<i>to get to the bottom of this horrific discovery.</i>

<i>Our marine unit are putting in place the necessary preparations...</i>

for an extensive...

<i>underwater search off the coast where the remains were found.</i>

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, it's not level, is it?

Planning survey.

- Oh, mark it up then.
- For?

Council are installing some new cameras
for when the new club opens.

- Right, have you got it straight?
- What? Nah.

Don't you need to consult us on things like this first?

Usual bureaucracy gets side-lined when Brown’s involved.

- What do you reckon, a four or a three?
- Get a four up, get both.

Get it higher up so the control room can have a look.

Good point, good point. I like it.

Daz...

desperately wants the cat in the bath video.

Lindsey sis.

Hospital called. Could be any day now.

Not expecting you to get back.'

Who's in hospital?

- Who's in hospital?
- What you gonna' do with me?

I have no idea.

Most people are normally dead by now.

Slushy Brown, on the other hand,

I think I know exactly what we need to do with him.

- No, finish it, finish it, finish the job, finish it...
- You're hurting me.

Okay, okay, okay.

Come here.

What's your name?

Chloe.

There's are taxis down the road.

Where the fuck have you been?

Get down the car park now...

No, fuckin' get in the car park, now!

You got some fuckin' talking' to do, ain't you'?

It's not him.

Get his phone.

Get his fuckin' phone.

Well, go and get him.
I want that fuckin' phone!

- Where you think he’s been?
- I dunno, man.

Isn’t that one of Billy the weed-guy’s outfits?

That guy’s been missing weeks!

This shit's fucked up.

Apparently Daz can't live without this cat in the bath video.

And, uh,

your sister says this might be your last chance.

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

<i>A leaked forensics report has confirmed that DNA samples
from the bones have returned several positive matches.</i>

<i>Scott Baker, Dave Reynolds,
and Chantelle Hansen...</i>

<i>all went missing on nights out between 2005 and 2007.</i>

<i>Families gathered outside police headquarters earlier today...</i>

<i>to voice outrage at how such a pattern
of suspected serial killings...</i>

- <i>could have gone unnoticed for such a long time.</i>
- You're early.

<i>What do you have to say
to the families of the identified victims?</i>

<i>Obviously, we offer our professional condolences...</i>

<i>But I can't say anything further
until we've concluded this investigation.</i>

<i>So you are confirming this is a homicide investigation?</i>

<i>Yes, and we will be re-interviewing anyone...</i>

<i>that we suspect may have come into contact...</i>

<i>with the victims prior to their disappearances.</i>

<i>Chief Inspector,
the council have concerns,</i>

<i>about the effect this might
have on the town's nightlife.</i>

<i>What would you say to people thinking
about going out this weekend?</i>

<i>The same thing I always say:</i>

<i>of course have a drink.
Just don't be an idiot.</i>

Thank you.

Alright, girls?

I'm gagging for one of these famous kebabs.

Sure.

It's a bit of a long shot but...

I don't suppose you remember,

having a fella in here called Billy,
do you, a few weeks back?

I love your club!

You wait till we open the new one, my love.

It’s going to rock your world.

He may have been wearing a silly duck costume?

It’s a bit like Noah’s Ark in here
most nights I’m afraid, mate.

Salad?

Can you get us in free for new year, Jason?

I'm afraid I can't do you free tickets, sweetheart.

Alright, look,

you gorgeous girls get tickets,
I'll give you free champagne all night.

Thing is he's a mate of mine, you see ...

and People haven't seen him for a few weeks so...

if something does come to mind you
give me a call, yeah?

You’ve been up here a while haven't you?

Few years, yeah.
That’s four-fifty, mate.

Don’t worry about the change.

Alright, how much?

For the shop.

How much for the shop? Eighty grand?

One hundred grand?

What the fuck are you lot doing?

Alright, there's no need to swear!

Mate, you really just need to calm down, yeah?

They’re just a bit pissed...

Thanks for the advice,
mate but it's not wanted.

- Sorry.
- I just said,

I don't need you to tell me
how to run my own shop.

You’re not being very smart mate.

And what is your definition of smart, Mr. Brown?

No, genuinely, I wanna' know
what your definition of the word is.

I just offered to take this place of your hands for cash.

Oh, and look at the astonishment on his face!

He’s just encountered someone
who isn’t purely motivated by money or sex.

I just spat on my own counter.

You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?

I wish I didn’t.

You forgot your kebab, mate.

Yeah, get it while it's hot.

Shall we um,

shall we call it a night there, girls?

Get the fuck out of the shop!

Wanker.

Stop getting a kick out of all this.

Oh, my days...

He's gone as well, you know.

You're fucking scary, man.

- What?
- Take it, you're done.

- Nah, man.
- You're done!

- I’m with you in this!
- With me in what?

- I’m with you, man.
- With me in what, kid?

This place is fuckin' with your brain.

Oi, oi!

I've just missed my girls, haven't I?

Yeah, they...

Staff party.

- Yeah, they just...
- I wasn’t busting a gut to catch up.

Are you okay?

Just a crazy night.

Know what you mean.

Let me get you something.

Give me two minutes,
I want to cook you something different.

Sure.

Oh, could you, lock the door this time?

I genuinely wasn't expecting that.

Wow.

This is incredible.

No seriously, this is incredible.

It's supposed to be a kind of kebab joke thing,
with the lamb and the chilli.

There’s actually a whole menu up here.

Kofte twist...

- that’s funny.
- Yeah.

This is a business proposal.

Yeah, I wrote that a long time ago.

You know, the directors of my company
get pretty excited about their food.

I could get it in front of them?

Why not?

My dad was one of the best chefs,

and that was his dream.

Oh, that’s right and yours
was the takeaway vigilante thing...

What about you?
How did you end up here?

End up?

Why, I always wanted to be a budget hotel manager.

Daz says you're a 'fuck head' for not sending the video through.

And your dad’s been moved to intensive care.

Fella never did a thing for us.

He was a complete cunt.

I tell a lie...

he took us down West Ham once.

Think I was about ten.

We got to the ground
and what’s the daft prick gone and done?

He’s left the fuckin' tickets at home.

So he sticks me and Linds in...

this burger van with some old dear...

whilst he goes back.

Yeah, I remember it. It's like fuckin'...

it's like heaven in there.

It's like fuckin' heaven in there, mate.

So eventually he gets back
and we get in at half time.

And we get smashed four-nil.

That was it.

Never said a word on the way home, radio off.

Never took us again.

I wish he never came back to that van.

I spent most of being ten living in caves.

Yeah, there was,

There was, a chemical attack on our hometown.

Five thousand people died.

We were trekking through the mountains trying to escape...

Yeah,

cold nights.

I remember my first breath in this country...

and my dad was there.

And he said, suck it in, suck it up.

He said, everything we're ever running from,

everything we're ever running from...

no longer exists.

And he always used to say,

no matter what happens...

it'll never be as bad as what we've known.

And I lost sight of that.

Yeah,

I lost sight of that.

I got addicted.

I got addicted to watching the ignorant feed off the ignorant.

I'm sorry.

So are you gonna' kill me now, yeah?

Fair enough, bruv cos I'm a fuck up.

Could have done so much better.

And I am sorry.

Malik, where you going?

- Hey, what you doing, man?
- Shut the fuck up.

Man, wait, man!

- Man, what the fuck are you doing?
- I’m getting' downstairs.

I thought you said this guy's psycho?

Fuck, man.

Mal, Mal, what you doing, man?

Don't be stupid.
What if he comes back?

Seriously man this is a shit idea!

Shut the fuck up.

Just leave it, bruv, let's go home.
Come on, man...

Alright, I’m going, bruv.
Just call us in a bit, init?

<i>Okay, I've spoken to Brown.</i>

<i>If you can't sell the last of it,
go dump it back in the church.</i>

<i>Remember, dancing with the devil 6-6-6.</i>

[DETECTIVE speaking to another man outside.]

You gonna chop me up as well?

I hate them,

just as much as you do.

We could do this together.

- No. No.
- I thought it through, yeah?

- You don't understand.
- I could help you.

- You don't understand.
- I could do all the shit you hate doing'.

It's not as simple as us versus them.

Yeah? It's bigger than this.

You're winning'.

You're winning', yeah?
And together we can clean up.

There's nothin' to win.
This is not about winning or losing. This is...

You’re being defeatist.

You just need a break.

You need a little holiday, like...

It’s over!

Good morning. Sarah Maloney speaking.

You closed man?

We don't open new year’s.

- We don't open new year’s.
- I can’t hear you.

There’s shit loads here man.

Man?

Happy New Year!

Looks like you had one hell of a party planned.

Yea-ha!

Why don't we do a selfie?

Here we go.

Now, say cheese.

Lovely.

There you go, what do you think?

Eh? Do you see that?

You're one of the herd now.

I knew,

the moment I first came in here,

I said to myself there's something not right about him.

But, I've been sat...

trying to work it all out,

trying to deconstruct it all.

Do you know what, I think I've fuckin' got it?

You see the fundamental problem...

with your lot...

Is you don't know how to have fun...

and you physically don’t know how to do it.

It’s alien to you,

it’s fuckin' genetic...

So you look at everyone else,

having a fuckin' good time...

and you open these shitty shops...

and you drive your shitty taxis...

so you can get a little bit closer to it but...

It don't work...

because the fact of the matter is,

try as you might...

you just can't integrate…

And so what do you do?

You get jealous…

and then you try and impose all your shit on us.

I want to be like you...

Alright, open your fuckin' mouth.

Open your fuckin' mouth!

What is it?

Oh, fucks sake, already?

Twenty men are brawling at the club.

Alright, fuckin' hurry up.

One minute.

Take wallets for the damage, yeah?

Alright,

here’s what we’re gonna do...

I’m gonna' forget about all this...

and you’re gonna' fuck off.

Your gonna' go back to whatever miserable
part of the fuckin' planet you came from,

never to be seen, or heard of,
or fuckin' smelt ever again...

And you can do that safe in the knowledge that I
will be taking care of your little shop for you.

Deal?

Deal?

I’ve met many creatures
working in this wildlife reserve,

but you have got to be the ugliest thing...

I have ever experienced.

Shop’s not for sale.

<i>The photos and videos posted online
by an unknown user appear...</i>

<i>to show an extensive industry of drugs distribution
under the guise of the night club group.</i>

<i>Whilst authorities at this stage are refusing...</i>

<i>to draw links between the images
and the identified bin-bag murder victims,</i>

<i>the presence of vast quantities of jewellery...</i>

<i>and mobile phones in a number of the shots
is driving widespread speculation.</i>

<i>Thus far owner, Jason Brown,
has been unavailable to comment.</i>

Oi!

Asshole.

Where's the party, bruv?

There we go boys, alright.