All language subtitles for Brassic S03E07 Episode 7 1080p NF WEB-DL DDP 5 1 H 264-CHDWEB_track3_[eng]

["The Champion, Pt 1" playing]

[Vinnie] Come on.

Where d'you want this, then?

What? Give over sulking.

I said I was sorry about the boat, man.

All you had to do
was put a fucking hole in it.

There.

Yeah, in the blazing sun.
It's ten bags of cheddar, Dan.

If I want the opinions
of a cheese thief, I'll ask for it.

I'm not a fucking cheese thief.

- What's that?
- Cheese.

- How'd you get it?
- I fucking stole it. I get it.

I get what you're doing.
Oi, stop laughing!

- [whispers] Cheese thief.
- It better be proper stinky.

I'm not paying 100 quid
for some mild cheddar.

We said 180!

[softly] What ya doing?

[tuts] Look at him. Rubbing cheese
into his gums like Scarface.

[in choked voice] One thirty?

That cheese just took your breath away.

- One… two… nine.
- Fuck me.

- What does that mean, 1-2-9?
- Hundred and twenty-nine.

Say 129 when you know I'm bad wi' numbers!

Now 150 or I'm gonna take my van of cheese

and I'm just gonna fuck clean off.

I hope your girlfriend
likes cheese toasties.

- Girlfriend?
- I love 'em, actually.

Oi, Dan, fucking hang fire. I don't
wanna be stuck wi' a load of cheese.

Hundred and… thirty… five?

- Done.
- Fuck!

Ahh! I am fucking sick of this shit.

These are bad jobs.
I don't wanna be stealing cheese.

I do have a buyer
looking for something very special.

Bees.

[screaming]

- I don't do bees.
- This buyer is prepared to pay top whack

for some high-quality hives.
And… he's French.

What's him being French
got to do with anything?

Well, they do eat
a lot of garden animals, don't they?

Snails and frogs and that.
Maybe they eat bees, too?

Keep most of them for making honey, but…

Y'know, nibble a couple
o' crunchy ones off t'top.

Fuck's going on in your head?
What's in there, just…

Bovril and sawdust?

- Gonna get 'em me or what?
- No.

- Scared of bees, Vinnie?
- [screaming]

Fucking hell.
I am not frightened… of bees.

Five hundred. Per hive, all in.

- Fuck, that's a lot of money, innit?
- Thereabouts.

I'm stealing these bees because I can.

- All right?
- All right.

- They don't frighten me at all.
- Cool.

Gonna steal the shit out of them bees.

["Money (That's What I Want)" playing]

♪ The best things in life are free ♪

♪ But you can give them
To the birds and bees ♪

♪ I need money… ♪

Ah, Vin, thank you.
Forgot I had a meeting with the supplier.

I thought I was your supplier.
What's going on there?

Proper supplier. Like lemons
and tonic waters and pickled walnuts.

- Pickled walnuts aren't a thing, are they?
- I know.

I told Tommo
he could design a house cocktail,

y'know, stop him moaning.

- [mobile ringing]
- Came up with a "Muddy Knuckle".

- Disgusting.
- I know.

I'm gonna cancel the order.
Say it didn't arrive.

- Yeah. He'll have a fuckin' meltdown.
- You all right

- to give Tyler his tea and put him to bed?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He likes Monster Munch, doesn't he?
Bit of Frosty Jack's, couple of tinnies.

- Just have a big sesh…
- Give over!

- Couple of lines of er…
- Stop it!

Here he is. Come here to me, you.
Give me a snuggle, you pig. Oh!

[chuckles] Right, Vin,
I'm gonna have to go, okay?

You be good for your Uncle… Dad?

Can we have tea all together?
Like a family?

Aw, I'm busy darling, I can't.

Right, come on.

- Sausage, beans and chips.
- Bye.

See you later. Let's see
what they're having for their tea.

What are you having for your tea?

Fucking bees.

They're serious. That's a serious…
Everyone's scared of bees.

- [Chris] Yeah.
- Y'know?

I mean enough of 'em,
they'll kill you, Chris.

They'll fucking kill… They're not
like a moth. Dusty ass moth.

- [chuckles]
- Oi! Oi!

- Sorry. I was listening.
- No, you weren't.

Look at this.

Oh, fuck! How's she got
her fucking legs to do that?

- Magician's assistant.
- Oh!

Sorry, Vin. Go on.

The only reason I'm nicking bees
is 'cause I was showing off

in front of that girl, Sam. I like her.

I really like her actually. She's lovely.

I just, I'm frightened
that if I fall for her…

I mean, fucking hell,
she could just leave me. Or…

Erin, I mean,
what if she changes her mind,

she's the love of me life.
She'll change her mind…

And… You fucking… You're fighting
off an erection, you are!

- No!
- Fucker!

- Well, it's not for you, is it?
- What a relief.

She put in all the hard work.
She's earned it.

- Dude, stop perving on her.
- Sorry!

- Get off.
- [crash]

Shit. Vinnie.

Trusting your heart with somebody,
it's the most…

terrifying thing you can do.

But if it works out, even for a bit…

then it's worth it.

That was really beautiful, man.

- Yeah, it was, weren't it?
- Yeah, it was good advice.

Oh, for God's sake!

Have you made yourself cry
with your own words?

[stifled sob]

Come here, I need a hug.

- Oh, fuck, dude.
- It's gone. It's gone.

It's not gone! Dude, it's not gone.

Don't cry in fucking…

["Love Is The Drug" playing]

High Class Tentacle porn?

Private exhibition of erotica
at a pop up gallery.

So it's a picture of a woman…

- getting… by an octopus?
- Correct.

Why do you want a photo of a woman
doing it with an octopus?

Because, Ashley,
it's worth fucking thousands!

- Dylan?
- Oh, fuck off.

Dylan, hang on,
this is right up your street, mate,

- you love calamari.
- Do you lot often steal porn?

You know what? Does come up
more often than you might expect.

- Would she not drown, no? The woman.
- No. Fun fact.

- Yeah?
- Octopuses can survive up to half an hour

outside of water. That's plenty
of time to, you know. [whistles]

Right, so, just to confirm,
we are all up for nicking the porn?

- Yes?
- [all] No!

Hey, no. No we're not stealing porn.
You've fucking had porn.

- Hang on. Hang on.
- I've got a job.

- What is it?
- Bees.

- Drugs?
- Fuck me. Bees. Bees, dude.

- The letters?
- Yeah, the letters.

We're gonna steal all the letter "Bs,"
so no one else can use them, Ash.

You fucking… lemonhead!

Bees! Bee… Why can
no one understand the concept?

- It's a fucking insect.
- Bees.

- We're doing it tonight.
- Ah no, I've plans!

You have not got plans.
You're playing Assassin's Creed online

with a load of shagging teenagers
from Cheetham Hill.

You move bees after the last one
has flown into the hive

but before they wind down
for the evening. I hate 'em.

But I do respect them.

Jesus. Will you be coming with us?

No. Bees are very dangerous.

For the rest of yer that isn't terrified

of a kamikaze insect
that's that fucking big,

you'll meet me out there
at 5:00 p.m. on the shagging dot.

Here. Have them passes.

- Give your granny a thrill.
- She's allergic to seafood.

So the fuck am I,
I don't go banging on about it.

What is it, shit on Tommo night?

So, when am I gonna see this
magical woodland hideaway of yours?

- Erm…
- I could… come over tonight?

- After your bee heist?
- It…

It's not a bee heist. It's er…

I'd like that. Yeah. Nine-ish or summat?

- Yeah. Can't wait.
- All right. Okay.

[mobile rings]

[ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

["Right Place, Wrong Time" playing]

[Dylan] I mean why, why
have we driven 20 miles for bees?

Doesn't Jim know somewhere
more local than this?

Only cunts keep bees.

No, he didn't.
So I went online and found this gaff.

It's a cafe,
ran by posh twats who are, like,

237th in line
for the fucking throne or some shit.

She's not closed up just yet, Vin?
Maybe we should come back, so?

No, it'll dark by then,
we need to get it done.

You get yourself in there,
do some flirting, Dill.

- Just distract her a little bit.
- Why me?

'Cause you're the only
vaguely gorgeous one among us.

- What do I do, send in Fat Ronaldo?
- I'm gorgeous, too!

Your hands are massive
and they scare girls, dude.

In fairness he is the only one
I would pay to see… fucking.

No, I've got a better idea,
let's send in this fucking sociopath

instead that owns a sex dungeon,
d'you know what I mean?

- What about Cardi, so?
- I'm not sending Cardi in!

Why not? Ah, 'cause he's married.

Yeah, that's why,

- 'cause he's fucking married.
- Wedding.

You get in there and flirt
like your life depends on it.

Unbutton that wartime earthy number
and show some pectoral.

Rest of us are gonna steal some bees.
Let's do this, baby.

I'm afraid the kitchen's closed.

["I Just Wanna Make Love To You"
playing on speakers]

Although…

I'm keeping the till open
a little bit longer.

♪ I don't want you… ♪

- I love this song.
- Hmm.

Actually, I was wondering
if you could tell me something about bees?

- I was thinking of getting some.
- A… gift for…

- your wife or girlfriend?
- No.

Because… none of those exist.

I would be delighted.

Lady Beverly Gresham.

Er, Martin.

Martin… Bee… Singstoke.

Huh.

[Vinnie] Listen, we've gotta be stealthy.

We have got eight hives
we've got four minutes.

We need to get moving. Where's Cardi?

- Where the fuck is he?
- Oh, my God.

- For fuck's sake, what you doing?
- [muffled] I don't wanna get stung.

- What's he saying?
- Can't hear a word.

I said… I don't want to get stung.

Tommo's taped the holes up,
you'll be grand.

I've taped up the bee holes.
Not for the first time.

- But always with a safe word.
- I'm sick of them innuendos.

It's constant. Have you ever
taped up anyone's bumhole?

- No.
- No, shut up then.

They won't suffocate, will they?
I don't want to kill any of them.

- They're in… denial.
- They're fucking in decline.

Go and get a hive, yeah?
Put it in the van.

A bee's brain
is the size of a sesame seed.

Wow.

Wow. That's incredible, yeah.

Wow. That's small, isn't it?

No. Not small for a bee.

They are incredibly clever.

- Yeah.
- How?

They dance.

I know a lot of dancers.

Not one of them is in Mensa.

["Black Magic Woman" playing on stereo]

The average honeybee will make…

one twelfth of a teaspoon of honey…

before it dies.

A lifetime of endeavour…

just swallowed.

Oh, no.

["Diablo Rojo" playing]

- What's the matter, Martin?
- Er…

Ah, er, cramp.

Ah, oh!

Run away!

- Vin, I'm not going back over there!
- Yes you are, ya big twat.

Get the fuck in there and go and get
the last hive. There's one fucking left.

- Ah!
- Ooh, fuck.

- It's so easy to live for bees.
- Right, this has been really lovely.

Oh, er, do you want to stay
for a… another drink?

Something stronger?

I make a honeycomb martini
that will set your soul on fire.

- No. I'm good. I'm good.
- Erm…

Please, take one of these.

It's got my number on it.
You just give me a "buzz"

if you want to know
anything more about bees.

Erm… this is, er, honey?

It's royal jelly. Bee saliva.

It has a huge range of medicinal benefits,

but I mainly use it as…

[inhales deeply] an aphrodisiac.

You put a spoon of that in someone's drink

and you can have… anyone you like.

It sounds, it sounds a little bit
non… non-consensual.

They always consent. Eventually.

Yeah, it's… it's been really lovely.

["Honey Love" playing]

♪ I'm gonna get me some honey love ♪

♪ Yes, I love it, I love it… ♪

[Vinnie] Come on.

Jesus Christ, what's the deal?

You had the easiest job, took the longest.

Fuck me! She was the perfect mix
of tedious and terrifying.

Sounds like that bloody porno

you found about the woman
doin' her car tax.

[laughs]

I just like a bit of variety,
you know, bedroom-wise.

I just thought
maybe did Tommo have anything…

fun, like, lying around, you know?

What, Cardi too vanilla
for you now, is he?

Oh, no, no, not at all, no.
I just thought about y'know,

cranking it up a gear, like,
now that we're legal y'know?

Surely, must be something there
in one of them filing cabinets.

Butt plug behind the radiator
or something like that?

Ah… anal beads!

Oh, no.

Don't worry, Holy Father,
not even I wouldn't take it that far.

Or, like, one of them Korean wank aids.

Maybe one of them silicone,
like, vibrating arseholes

that throbs along to the Bee Gees' music?

I actually did find something,
but I think it might be too dirty.

- Dirtier the better.
- No, I mean like dirty as in…

matted hair and bits of carpet.

I honestly do not mind
if it's a bit grubby, like.

Squirt of Fairy Liquid
and that there be game ball, like.

[mobile ringing]

Does he not know about the money yet?

No.

- Well, have you spoke to Vinnie?
- Absolutely not.

Well, like, what are you gonna do?

He's not gonna give up, is he?

Mr McCann. Hi, I wasn't ignoring you.

Erm, yeah, I know, I know, it's just…

Jesus Christ, what the fuck is that?

[Terence] You know I like
to see the books once a week.

I know. I know. It's just because
we've been really busy.

I'm working from home today, so, erm…

you come over about 8:00, yeah?

Yes, Mr McCann, yeah.

- Oh, and Erin?
- Hmm?

Don't you ever dare ignore my calls again.

["A Minha Menina" playing]

[singing in Portuguese]

[Cardi screams] There's one in me helmet!

Get it off, get it off!

I can't grab your helmet
if you don't stop thrashing about.

- Now that, I have said before.
- It's in me ear!

It wants me brain!

Be fucking disappointed
if it gets there, love.

Got me in't fucking eye, dude.

Have you nicked a fucking jar
of honey off that, you…

I haven't nicked it. She gave it to me.

It's not honey. It's royal… royal jelly.

It's just a middle-class honey
is all that is…

No, no, no. Royal jelly is a secretion.

Why's she given you
a jar of bee spunk for?

[Dylan] It's bee spit, Cardi.

Oh, fuck,
there's a distinctive tang off that.

- Spunk, spit, all does the same job.
- Oh…

- I'll have a bit of that.
- Go on, Tom.

- Oh!
- Full finger of it. [laughs]

No, no, no. No, no.

I have tried spunk in my time.
And that my friend, that is not spunk.

- Go on.
- Go on, 'ave a bit.

Get a bit of spunk down ya!

Real men try a bit of spunk
from time to time.

- Go on, go on.
- [all laughing]

And again. And again. Go on.

Ah!

- Fuck! All right?
- [Dylan] All right, you all right?

I just drilled me fucking head into…

[buzzing]

Oh, fuck.

["1970" playing]

- Bees!
- [all shouting]

Fuck! Ah.

- Ooh!
- Ooh, fucking hell.

- What?
- Swollen.

Oh, fucking hell.

- What are we going to do now?
- Shit. Let me have a look.

- What ya doing?
- Just having a look.

- Keep it fucking closed.
- Oh fuck!

Fucking fuck. Shitty bees!

Is there anything that…
calms them down? Like… jazz or…

Fucking jazz? Who the fuck…
Nobody listens to jazz.

- I listen to jazz.
- He loves it.

Do break out your fucking saxophone,
won't yer, you dickheads.

Smoke!

Right, empty your bloody pockets,

weed, hash, whatever the fuck you've got.

Ay, oi. What d'you do, rob a pick 'n' mix?

They're your keys, you dickhead!
We need them.

- Ketamine?
- No.

It's a tranquilliser, in't it?

Yeah it is a tranquilliser
for fucking horses, Tom.

Not just horses, Vincent. Also…

- camels and that.
- You've fucking made that up.

- Give me your cigs.
- No, no, no. Vincent.

I'll fucking mess your hair up.
Give me your fucking cigs!

- No, no, no, no.
- [both grunting]

Come on.

We're gonna need some blowing. Go on, Ash.

We're on, we're on! Dill, get the door.

Three, two, one, go…

Right, we still can't get back in the van.

- How're we supposed to get back home?
- JJ.

[mobile ringing]

- Vin, I'm a bit busy, all right?
- You couldn't give us a lift, could ya?

- How fucked is my van?
- N-no, don't panic, just…

I think it's a tow situation
to be honest with yer.

- What have you done to her?
- I fucked it into a post!

It's a superficial prang.
It fucking adds character, if anything.

- Come and get us dude.
- Now?

No, no, no. Just keep your feet up
and relax, you fucking lemon.

Where do you think I am?
I'm in a fucking quagmire.

- My trainers are just fucked.
- Where are ya?

I dunno, there's fields
and a fucking great big road. Dill?

[Dylan] JJ, mate,
I'm gonna drop you a pin.

We're all gonna need to fit
so bring something roomy.

- Wait? What?
- How long's he gonna be?

- Fuck knows. An hour?
- Shit.

Well, there's no point
waiting for him here, is there?

I noticed a nice country pub
maybe half a mile back.

And I, myself, am partial to a pint
of cider and some Wasabi peas.

We've just robbed the local cafe
of a load of rare fucking bees,

and you want to go to the fucking
local boozer, get pissed up?

It's not the 1970s. Not everyone in the
countryside knows everyone else any more.

All tourists
and second-home owners round here.

- Yeah. It's fucking freezing.
- Cardi?

- I'll have a pint.
- [laughs]

["Love Rollercoaster" playing]

[indistinct chattering]

[Vinnie] Cardi, get out of that
fucking diving suit, will ya?

[music ends]

What d'you reckon? Farmers or wankers?

Definitely wankers.

Y'all right, fellas?

[coins in jukebox clunking]

["Bad Moon Rising" playing on jukebox]

[quietly] They don't look much
like second-home owners to me.

No. Get the drinks in, Dill.

♪ I see… ♪

Evening, fellas.

Lovely pub you've got here.

How's it going? Five pints of lager.

Can I get a look
of complete disdain as well, please?

We only do mead.

Mead?

Nectar of the gods.

Yeah, love. Yeah, lovely.
Five-five meads then, please.

Queen's Finger,
Worker's Toil or Honeyhive?

Give him the finger,
everyone else does. [laughs]

Yeah. No. Y'know it's good because
it makes your thing go green.

What the fuck is that?

- It's mead. It's all they had.
- Looks like tramp piss.

- Oh, I don't mind that.
- Ooh!

That's… mmm.

What kind of a pub only sells mead?

Well, I mean er… This kind of pub?

It's a fucking 18th century
monk's drink, innit?

- Yeah, what's your point?
- Me point is…

[lowers voice] normal people

don't fucking drink mead, do they?
And normal pubs don't sell it.

Tourists drink all kinds of shit.

[whispers] This ain't a tourist pub, dude!

- Glover.
- Vinnie.

Enjoying your mead then, lads?

- Yeah, it's delicious.
- Fucking nice, yeah. Different.

- Interesting, in't it?
- It's a beautiful drink.

Better than milk.

- Eh, lads?
- [locals cheer]

Bees are much better than cows.

Which do you prefer? Bees or cows?

I love bees. Just love 'em.

- What about you, lad?
- Er, bees.

- Bees, sir. Bees, yeah.
- Bees, all day long, in't it? All of us.

- Well, I like both.
- [softly] Fucking hell.

Both?

Ash!

[laughing]

So…

what brings you lads in here
this evening then, eh?

[sputters] We… Our van broke down.

Oh, right.

Well, if you need to call the AA
there's a payphone on't bar.

- Thanks man.
- Thanks.

They tried to put a mast up
round here, once.

Never tried again.

- You need some ice on that, lad.
- He's all right.

- Er, yeah.
- Thank you, though.

Sweet of you.
You're fine, aren't you? All right?

All right.

Oh! [laughs]

Hey! Oh, he's…

Shit! Fuck! What the fuck was that?

- I thought it was all right.
- Shut the fuck up!

[whispers] Listen to me. Listen to me…

- [softly] Have you noticed?
- Noticed what?

- Am I the only fucking one… Bees!
- What?

There's fucking bees everywhere.

Bees, this and that, y'know?
It's making me uncomfortable,

given the nature of what we've got
in the back of the van.

Drink the tramp piss
and let's get the fuck out of here.

Your eye is upsetting these locals,
do you know that?

- [phone rings]
- Yeah?

- Don't be sick.
- It's disgusting.

It's Lady Gresham.

Bees are gone. They've been stolen.

- Shit.
- [slams on bar]

Not a-fucking-gain!

I thought you'd chained t'hives down?

I did chain hives down.

Twice.

But you know what they're like.

They'll nick anything.

Anything!

The lead from your roof.

The water from your taps.

- Wait there.
- Yeah.

One little shite stole
the compost out me bin.

And now those bloody bees.

Again!

Well, I'm not fucking having it.

Not this time.

You.

Look at you.

[chuckles]

If anyone in this pub…

looks like a fucking thief…

- it's him.
- Aw.

[whistles]

Don't be shy.

What happened to your eye, lad?

Cardi.

B…

- Bee sting.
- Oh, ho-ho!

All right. All right. Hang on. Now just…

- [overlapping chatter]
- Chill out a minute. Just hang fire.

Look, all right. Fucking hell, we did.
We stole the bees.

I didn't know it meant this much to you.
I am really sorry.

- Shall I call t'police?
- Fuck off!

Only thing worse than a thief
is a fucking copper.

- Agreed.
- Well then, what?

- Put 'em in t'cellar.
- We're not fucking going in the cellar.

Get in… the fucking… cellar!

Oh, scary bee man
with his shite blunderbuss.

- It's a fucking ornamental thing, that…
- [all yelp]

Fucking hell! Where's the fucking cellar?

What's it like in t'cellar?

Not nice!

- All right, you.
- What's that?

That's my penis,
'cause your fucking hands are down there.

- Keys.
- Well, just say "keys", then.

Fucking Nosferatu.

Get out of it.

You'll find your bees in a van up the way.

You better fucking hope I do, lad.

[bolts locking]

Fuck. Oh, fucking hell.

["From The Love Side" playing]

[Ash] Come on, you rusty bastard.

Not a single bar. Christ.

Fuckers have been gone ages now,
haven't they?

The hatch won't budge lads.
There's no chance.

- Shit.
- Don't worry, boys. I've got a plan.

[shouts]

[Ash] Oh, nice one, Tommo.

- Meant to be seeing Sam tonight.
- Are ya?

- Yeah.
- Oh, for… sexy time?

Yeah.

Sex is like playing the violin, innit?

I don't know what I'm doing.

- [sighs]
- What do you think they'll do to us?

I reckon let us go
when they get their bees back.

- Yeah. I hope… Oh, fuck!
- [laughter]

Oh, fucking hell!

What is it?

- Is that…
- Ooh, fuck me!

No that's a…
Fuck me, that's a dog. Dog. A dog.

Yeah. That's a Labrador. 100% Dog.

- Is it?
- Dog, yeah.

How do you think it died?

Maybe Carl Slater bummed it to death?

[laughs] Shit!

Thank you for finding them.
My little babies.

I know how much those bees mean to you.

Stupid bastards, coming into our pub,

after doing this.

- Where are my bees?
- Eh?

[screams]

- There you go.
- You be careful with him, love.

It's fine. I'm his business partner.

Urgh, it's so hot down here, dude.

[sighs] Anybody else feeling dead hot?

It's like, you just can't breathe,
it's all muggy.

We're not gonna die down here, are we?

All right, just sit down for a minute,
your eye's probably…

- Is it bad?
- Yeah, it's pretty bad.

- Dill. Dill.
- Yeah?

Go and see if there is any mead
in one of them bloody barrels.

- Might take the edge off.
- [Tommo] Why bother?

Might as well just leave us to rot
with the other fucking detritus.

["You Don't Miss Your Water" playing]

That's all we are, innit? Human debris…

- [door rattles]
- …in the wheelie bin of existence.

Nothing's loose, it's all solid, sure.

The only way out is the hatch
or the front door.

I can't fucking do it.

[tearfully] I can't fucking
do it any more.

I'm a husk. I'm a shell.

I'm a fucking broken man.

Come on, God. Hey? You big dickhead.

Strike me down.

Fucking finish me off.
Put me out of my misery. 'Cause…

I have had e-fucking-nough.

- Try that hatch again?
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah, do that.

It's fucked.

The numbers are off.

Yeah. I was expecting the takings
to be a lot higher than this.

About £30,000 higher.

Okay, erm… [clears throat]

My fucking brother, my…

My brother, he…

"borrowed" money from the safe.

And I tried to get it back off him,
I swear, I went after him.

How much?

All of it.

I know this is my fault and I promise,
I will pay you back.

Every single penny.

I've actually come up
with a repayment plan.

Think of it like a… business loan.
[clears throat]

Here is a project turnover, growth.

And this is the amount that
you'll be getting every single month

from my share of the profits.

- Hmm.
- I know it'll take a while, Mr McCann,

but I promise you, you are gonna have

one of the best clubs
in the North West when I'm finished.

No.

- No?
- No.

The money gets paid back, in full,
by the end of the month.

But it's 30 grand.

We can't raise that sort of cash.

There are…

other repayment options available.

[sighs]

I'll come up with the money.

Make sure you do.

I was driving past
your lad's school the other day.

You've got to be so careful
outside schools, haven't you?

Take your eye off the road
for one second and…

well…

Those sort of accidents
don't bear thinking about, do they?

In full. By the end of the month.

Oh, shit!

Where are the fucking bees?

They're in the hives
in the back of the van.

We found hives…

No fucking bees.

Ooh, Lady Biverley… Be-Ber-er, Beverly.

I wanna apologise,
I can see you're really upset.

Shouldn't have stole them damn bees

and I didn't know they meant
as much as they did to you.

So, you tell us how much they cost
and we'll, fucking, sort it.

- I don't want your money.
- Good job, 'cause we ain't got none.

Bees are very special!

They are life!

Without them, the entire ecosystem fails

and everything on Earth would die!

Then it's a good job
we set them free, y'know?

Back to nature and all that craic.

- Hey, Lady Beverly…
- Martin!

Ay! Ay! Oh! Don't you hit me friends,
you dickhead.

- Ooh!
- Hang on a minute.

All right, fair enough.

So, what now, Lady Gresham, ma'am?

Let me think about that.

- Oh!
- Oi. Oi.

That wasn't… that was not
a fucking Labrador, was it?

- That were a bloke.
- Fucking hell!

I fucking said it, didn't I?
I said not to come to this pub!

And now we are all fucking locked
in a cellar because you, Dyldo,

- were a little bit chilly.
- No! This is not my fault.

- Pub was Tommo's idea.
- Oh, don't try blaming me, sweetheart.

I were the one who suggested
robbing a painting of a woman

getting dicked down by an octopus,
if you recall.

She is going to kill us.

- Oh!
- Stop drinking fucking mead.

You're smashed out your head now.
No one kills anyone over fucking bees.

[sighs]

Prang, my arsehole!

[laughs]
I don't feel quite ready for that!

What the fuck has happened here?

Right. You lot. Against that wall.

Me and me sister have had a chat.

- Sister?
- Yeah. Sister.

She married up.
Not that it worked out for her.

Me and those bloody bees…

are all she's got left.

Bev wanted me to… well…

her plan were a bit extreme for my tastes.

You know what a woman's like
when she's a bee in her bonnet.

- [nervous chuckling]
- However, I do think

she does deserve some
form of compensation.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

- Fair enough.
- So, I think it's only fitting…

if one of you lot offers up a finger.

See, Dylan? You've only got to finger her.

I'll cut it off quick and clean,
I promise. You'll barely feel it.

["The House of the Rising Sun" playing]

This lad… [laughs]

Are you winding us up
with the finger? 'Cause I…

He's trying to scare the shit,
and it worked an' all… You are…

[laughter]

…fucking terrifying us. Behave yourself.

You're joking, aren't yer?

- No.
- Shit.

I actually think
I'm being quite reasonable,

- given the circumstances.
- Fuck off, is it reasonable?

You stole, and presumably,

killed her bees.

I can't just let you
walk out of here scot-free

like you're Elton fucking John
or something.

What are you fucking on about?

Are we in a parallel fucking universe?

Where you can ask young men

to just willingly give up
their fucking digits?

Think about it dude. It's fucking nuts.

It's like the scene in fucking Robin Hood.

Kev Costner, you know,
at the start of the film.

Cuts his fucking hand off. Come on, man.

- Maybe you're right.
- [Vinnie] Good.

[sighs] Some toes?

No, not toes!

- What's he gonna do with toes?
- Toes is worse.

It is not a negotiation.

Look. You lot aren't leaving here,

unless someone gets something chopped.

- I'll give you ten minutes.
- That's fucking good of him.

I think we all know who it should be.

- [all say different name]
- What do you mean, Vinnie?

- You fucking gobshite.
- [all arguing]

Stop! Fucking shush!

They'll fucking hear us.

All right. Just…

It should be, it should be me.

Motherfuckers. You're fucking
straight in with your…

- Of course it should be you.
- Of course it should be you.

It was your all your idea,
this whole thing, stealing the bees.

Hang on…

Cardi. Hey?

- [snoring]
- All I am saying is I know people

who have woken up
missing more than just a finger.

- Huh?
- Desperate times.

Fuck me. Fucking hell. Jesus Christ.

- We shouldn't be considering it.
- You can't be...

He's a fucking sweet lamb.
He's a star child.

How the fuck is he gonna make sandwiches
with a fucking missing finger?

[banging and scraping]

- JJ!
- I thought I could hear you lot.

What are you doing in the cellar?

["Boys In The Better Land" playing]

- Hiya.
- Dyldo, come and grab Cardi.

All right, guys.

[strains loudly]

Oh, fuck. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Right, lads, I have done this before.

And the important thing
is to just relax in…

Little cunts.

[Cardi moaning and groaning]

♪ You're not alive
Until you start kicking ♪

♪ When the room is spinning
And the words ain't sticking… ♪

Dyldo!

[grunting]

His elbow's in me crotch!

Fuck me!

Get out of the fucking van!

[screams]

- Ah, look, is this a thing?
- [both] Yeah.

This is lovely.

Oh, shit. Fuck off!

- [screams]
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

["Sleep Now In The Fire" playing]

[all shouting indistinctly]

[screams]

What the fuck!

I told you bees were fucking dangerous.

["Mama Soul" playing]

[phone alert]

[phone alerts]

Yeah all right, Mr Popular.

It's a fucking nightmare.
Half of these are from Chinese Dan

wondering where the fuck his bees are.

I'll talk to him tomorrow.

It's not too late to go see her, you know.

Sorry! I'm sorry I'm late.

Is it rude that I started without you?

Just get in there, it's freezing! Come on.

I just wanted to check that
the engine was running okay. But…

it seems fine, though.

So, what did happen to all them bees?

Don't know and… I don't care.

["On & On" playing]

♪ Oh, my, my, my… ♪

[buzzing]

♪ I'm feeling high ♪

[buzzing]

♪ My money's gone ♪

♪ I'm all alone ♪

D'you really think
he would've cut your finger off?

Yeah I do! Yeah.
He was a very frightening man.

That's a pretty good excuse
for being so late.

- You warm enough?
- Yeah. I'm fine. Feel.

Look at them tiny hands,
look at them guys.

Jesus, you're like a borrower.

- Oh, what the fuck is that?
- [chuckles]

I nearly forgot about him, one sec.

I need to feed him, actually…
Do you wanna see him?

["You Really Got A Hold On Me" playing]

- Is it real?
- Have a touch.

He's lovely, y'know.

When I found him, he was really weak.

But if you give them a chance…

they do come to. They can surprise yer.

Little fatty.

You sure you're warm enough?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Sure? It is cold, innit?

♪ You've really got a hold on me ♪

♪ You really got a hold on me ♪

♪ You've really got a hold on me ♪

♪ You really got a hold… ♪

- Vin!
- Shit.

I need to speak to you.
It's really important.

It's fine,
I need to use the bathroom, anyway.

Oh, erm…

Vinnie?

I'm coming, hon.

- In you come.
- Vin…

- What's going on?
- It's McCann. I've really fucked up.

What the fuck do you mean, McCann?
What you talking about?

Right, I didn't get the money
from the bank for the Rat & Cutter.

- Oh, my God.
- Listen. Listen.

Right, he gave me a big float
to put through the books.

That's fucking money laundering, innit?

I know and it was in the safe
that Ronnie and Keithy stole.

How much?

How much, Erin?

[softly] Thirty thousand.

And he wants it back
by the end of the month.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's okay.

Sorry I… I didn't… I didn't realise
you had company.

- Okay, I'll call you tomorrow?
- Okay. Sorry, Sam.

Don't worry.

Erm, yeah. Tyler, he erm…

Right, he wouldn't do anything
to Tyler, would he? He wouldn't.

- It was… it was a threat.
- What did he say about Tyler?

He knows what school he goes to.

And he was saying something
about kids having accidents…

Something… I'm just really worried.

- [sniffles, sobs]
- It's okay.

Nothing's happening to that boy,
can you hear me?

- [muffled] I'm so scared.
- Don't be scared.

Nothing's gonna happen to that boy.

[sobs]

I'm gonna fix it.

[engine starts]

["(I Got) So Much Trouble In My Mind"
playing]

You're done.

What're you doing here?

I need to talk to you man. Alone.

I think we've got a problem.

♪ I got so much trouble in my mind ♪

♪ I got so much trouble in my mind ♪

♪ I got so much trouble in my mind ♪

♪ I got so much trouble in my mind ♪

♪ Give me the strength to carry on ♪

♪ Give me the strength to carry on… ♪