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- Oh.

Thank God for that.

I mean, that is lovely, that is.

Straight to business then?

- Dig yourself a nice big hole.

Uh-uh.

- Whoa. Whoa, what's that about, huh?

What are you getting all cranky for?

I'm the one who should be uptight.

See, I don't even understand,

why we,

why we maintain this tradition.

I mean, look at that, that is just,

that is just hard work, that is.

- Do you not see the fucking gun in my hand?

- Yeah, just so,

you know, let's get this out there.

I don't blame you, you know about any of this, really.

I understand, it's all part of the job.

I myself have had to--

- You're a fucking flipper, Skinny.

- Yeah, but I'm a bloody good one.

Did you know, I once nicked the entire Kovaks inventory

and then I sold it back to them?

They didn't even realize it.

- Skinny, who do you think sent me to kill you?

Hm?

- That's a ...

That's a relief, that is, because I was trying to work

that out the whole way here, you know.

Was it the Kovaks, or it was the Falkovs?

- Everybody wants you dead, including me.

So just dig the hole.

- What is that?

- That's a nice try, Skinny.

- Oh my God, no hang on.

I think there's something down there.

Wait, wait!

Oh God!

No, no!

Hello?

Um.

Are you all right?

Hey, hey, oh oh.

Hey!

Lady.

Listen, I've got a car.

I'll take you wherever you wanna go, huh?

There we go.

No.

Don't just ...

She can't drive.

Wait!

Who are you?

- You shouldn't have dug me up.

- I shouldn't have dug ...

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize that there would be somebody buried alive

in the hole that I was digging for myself.

I mean, you were buried alive.

I'm sorry.

Listen, my name is Jimmy Skinford.

My friends, they call me Skinny.

Hi.

- Who was your friend in the hole?

- What?

Nobody, just some guy that the Kovaks, they ...

They sent him to kill me.

How long were you down there for?

How long were you down in the ...

Hey, listen!

He shot me.

I mean, you heard that, right?

He shot me and there is nothing there.

I mean, none of this makes any sense.

I mean, listen to me. I ...

I don't understand.

Maybe he missed. Maybe this isn't my time.

Maybe, maybe I was destined for something great.

I mean, I don't know.

- Something great?

- Yeah.

Yeah, something, something great. Something ...

I don't know, something better.

I mean, yeah, I been dodging death

for a very long time, but this makes no sense.

This is like death doesn't even exist anymore.

- Tell that to your friend in the hole.

- Go!

Oh what!

What the fuck?

I think

you're my new best friend.

- So she says that she's leaving, you know?

Just like that, no explanation whatso ...

I don't know, a scholarship or something. What's that mean?

- This girl really needs to sort out her priorities.

I mean, decisions like that can affect you both.

Why can't she see that what you guys have together

is really special, hey?

Women these days, mate.

They refuse to accept love for what it is.

It's heartbreaking.

- Exactly.

- Mm-hm. Exactly.

- That's what I said.

- Anyway, can I have her number?

- Can you have ...

- Yeah, come on, mate.

Honestly, I could take care of her better than you.

Oh my.

Lucinda.

Look at you, you beautiful creature you, eh?

- Well you don't pay me enough for that shit.

- Really? How much time do we have?

- Well, I fed him enough Viagra

to rile up a gaggle of buffalo.

- Boner pills.

- I think you'll find it's a herd.

- Heard what?

- No, it's a herd of buffalo. Collective noun.

- Yep.

- You know what, don't matter.

- So I'll see you next week then, my beautiful, eh?

Am I right? Hey, come on, well, excuse me.

Honestly, she's a nightmare, mate.

- She likes you.

- I coulda told you that already, brother.

- Hey, what are you doing, mate?

I got this, all right?

So, they'll pay top dollar for the cargo.

Naturally, we split it 60-40, like we agreed,

and we call it a night.

- Whoa. What do you mean 60-40?

- Jesus, mate, you drive a hard bargain.

50-50 it is then, all right?

Minus my finder's free.

- Deal's been done, Skinny.

Outta the truck.

See ya later, Skinny.

- Oh come on, what are you doing?

Where's my colleague?

- Skeazy, it's me. Listen, I got held up.

Did you get the money?

Of course I'm alive. What happened to you?

All right, bruv, do you mind if we chitchat

when I come and pick up my share?

I'm freezing out here.

All right, I won't be long. I just ...

I'm at Rivers phone box.

I'm gonna go see the old man on the way.

All right.

Yeah, okay. Speak to you, bye.

Stop it.

- What?

- You've got two hands.

- Oh sorry. Is this an inconvenience for you?

- Come on.

- Here we go.

That's it.

- Pop, are you awake?

- James?

Son?

Oh, come in.

I wasn't expecting you tonight.

- How you feeling, all right?

- Oh, I'm feeling.

That's the problem.

They say dying is like slipping away.

I feel everything.

But I got Emma here. She's a godsend.

- He's not giving you any lip, is he, Emma?

- A little.

- You gonna introduce me to your lovely friend then?

- Yes.

That's a friend of Skeazy's.

You remember, Edward.

- Yeah.

- Right. I got a job with him actually.

I'll be paying for the next few rounds of treatment.

- Woulda been more useful last week.

- You'll be all right.

Hey, Pop, what's going on, what?

What's happening?

- He needs rest, Skinny.

- What are you doing?

- Out!

- Breathe in.

- Does he know you're a criminal?

- He knows he's dying.

- Do you?

- When we get to Skeazy's, I'll cash you out, okay?

Five percent.

- How gallant of you. It's everything I've ever dreamed of.

- Sometimes you just gotta do things you don't wanna do.

I didn't get willingly kidnapped,

forced to dig my own grave.

The way that I see it is we're giving

each other some options, yeah?

- I have no interest in your options.

- Oh ho, all right, you had a hell of a lot

going on down there in that hole.

And coming outta that fire, that was a do-over.

A clean slate, eh?

Oh man, oh no.

I am keeping you.

- You, you you you!

What are you?

- Oh man, I don't feel nothing. I feel nothing.

You all right?

Oh hey, come on, mate, put that down.

Did you not just see that? I mean ...

- You stole my truck.

If I'm gonna die, so are you.

- It aint my fault you ducked out for a wet one

whilst you was on the job, mate.

Whoa.

- Your presence is required for dinner.

- You know what, kind sir? I think we will join you.

I'm famished.

- Come along.

- Do you eat?

- Have you had enough?

This is absolutely delicious, Mr. Falkov, sir.

- Yes, I know.

- But I really appreciate you being

so understanding and all.

I mean, sometimes shit just happens, right?

- Do you cook?

- What?

- Do you cook?

- If you consider heating up a can of baked beans cooking,

then, yes sir, I do.

- A recipe is like having your hand held

the entire way throughout a task.

Every step guided,

planned,

and all you have to do is follow.

- Exactly.

- But if you skip a step,

thinking you can design a meal without adhering

to the clear instructions you have been given,

then

you will fail.

It's important that there be a level of intuition involved,

but you need to respect the rules

in order to know when to break them.

- Mr. Falkov, I thought--

- Do you not like the meal?

- I do, sir. I--

- Then eat!

- It was a simple mistake, Mr. Falkov.

- James Skinford, sir.

- Skinny's fine. Only me pop calls me James.

- James sold us the truck.

- Ah yes, the truck.

- Kovak's after him as well.

- And the girl?

- No idea.

- Whoa, this looks amazing.

- Yeah. - Is that pork?

- I don't eat pork. Pigs are well smart.

I just ...

I'll trade for that one.

- Do you know why you are here?

- Pretty sure I was put on Earth to eat this steak, sir.

- Three days ago, you brought me something.

- Did I?

- A truck.

- It's been three days?

Jesus, I been a bit distracted.

- Distracted?

- Somebody tried to kill me.

They didn't quite pull it off, though, did they?

That's a bit too pink in the middle for my liking.

How'd that truck work out for you, all right?

- It was unsatisfactory.

I paid for a product. I was told it was inside the truck.

It was not.

Technically, I was lied to.

- Well, if you wanna get technical,

I technically haven't received my share.

So no, you technically have not paid me

for a product that was not inside the truck.

I mean, I don't even know what was inside the truck.

Now, having said all that, I do trade on my name

and I don't appreciate being shifted myself,

so here is what I can do for you.

I can get your delivery back.

That is, unless you have some other savvy way

to expediate the process, which we both know that you don't

so the real question here is,

why are you wasting your time with me?

- We all have our rules.

- Let me tell you something, Mr. Falkov.

Jesus.

- Nikon.

- Zophia.

- Enough!

Take the truck as far away as possible.

Burn it.

Get my delivery to me,

and I shall consider our deal restored.

- Pretty girl, Zophia.

- Zophia, huh?

How long do you and Polaroid go back?

- I've never met her before.

- She's lovely, isn't she? Little intense, though.

How does she know you then?

- I don't know.

But I want to.

- A mystery to solve, I'm in.

- You are out.

And you should stay out.

You're already on borrowed time.

- That level of reasoning only works on smart people, Zo.

Wherever you go, I go. Uh?

Zo?

I like that.

- You're not going to burn the truck, are you?

- Opportunity awaits.

I wonder what's in the back, eh?

Falkov's not gonna pay out,

but there's always someone who will!

- You were right. You're not very smart.

- Pass me that, pass me that.

- That was actually very good.

- Let's have a look in the back, hey?

- You know, I'm a simple girl.

You don't always have to take me to such romantic spots.

- Come on, this place is special.

I only bring the real lookers here.

- Gee, thanks.

- Hey, listen, I got a job.

- What, like a job-job?

Or a job?

- It's a job with Skeazy.

It pays well.

- Oh, blubbering idiot Skeazy.

- No, he's all right, honestly.

- No. - You should be nicer to him.

- You don't wanna get mucked up in that shit.

There are so many easier and more honest ways

of making money.

- Maybe, but not around here there's not.

- Which is why I'm leaving.

- You what?

- I got that scholarship. The art school I applied for.

They're gonna fly me over and everything.

- They're gonna fly you? - Yeah.

- Fly you where?

- Berlin.

I told you about this.

- Yeah, no, that's right.

Jaya, that's great.

Really, I'm ...

I'm happy for you.

- Are you?

- Jaya?

What was that about?

- We don't have time for this.

These girls are done. Let's go.

- Skinny? Skinny, is that you?

- Jaya?

- You fucking cock! You owe me two grand.

- Jaya, I knew that was you. Are you all right?

- I've been better.

- Why are you all in the back of a truck?

- Because your fucking girlfriend

just shut the doors on us, fucktard!

- Why am I the fucktard?

No, she's not my girlfriend. Jaya, can you hear me?

She aint my girlfriend.

- There's nothing of value in this truck.

- Jaya.

- Let us the fuck outta here!

- Listen, I'm gonna open up the doors,

but you don't go running out screaming.

There's people out here looking for us.

- You gutless prick.

You said we couldn't use those

because they made your wrist come up in hives.

- They normally do. It's not like that.

- Oh yeah, I'll tell you what it's like.

- It's good to see you, Jaya.

- It's all right.

He's my ex.

- We're just gonna stay low for a while,

until they call off the search.

- Fuck that we do, fucktard!

- I feel like we got off on the wrong foot somehow.

- Look, I appreciate the lift, okay, but I make my own way.

And I'm getting the fuck out of here,

away from this fucking shit hole lorry.

- They're out there looking for us.

You're not gonna get very far.

- I'm not gonna wait around here for those filthy cunts

to have another crack at me arse either, am I?

- Don't ...

- Look, it's gonna be safer here.

- I don't blame her.

I don't wanna be anywhere near this hellhole either.

- So what happened?

And why are you in the back of a truck?

- You first.

- That job with Skeazy, remember?

I thought you lot were guns.

- You, you sat there telling me about it.

How it's gonna solve all your problems. I was the job?

- Sorry, Jaya, I didn't know.

- Oh, this is fucking unbelievable. And her?

- Insurance policy. Mm-hm.

Very good one, full coverage.

- Yeah right.

She's too pretty for you anyway.

Kim here was drugged.

Same club as me.

Sam thought she was going on a date

with some chav she met online.

Fucking Tinder. God, it's disgusting.

- Yeah, but why you?

- Human trafficking.

But I thought it only happened in Turkey or something.

- Do you think they were taking us to Turkey?

- Who cares?

All I know is now I'm out,

I've got plans I'm gonna see through.

- This isn't going to end well.

Pretending won't help them.

- She's not wrong.

They put something in us.

- What do you mean?

- We've all got them.

The procedure wasn't exactly clean.

- That needs a hospital, that does.

- Yeah, yeah, well done.

Oh shit.

- They won't make it to hospital.

- Can't you do something? Can't you cure them?

- It doesn't work like that.

Stop the pain, stop it from getting worse

but as soon as we break contact, it comes back.

- What like a pause button?

Look, this isn't their fault.

- Yes?

- Please, whatever you did that burns.

My insides burn. I need your help.

- Yes?

- I know where the girls are.

I know where the rest of the girls are.

- So, Jaya?

- Yeah?

- This Berlin thing?

Oh shit, we need to get out of here now.

- I'll get in the back with the girls. You drive.

We have to break the cuffs.

- No no no, I told you. You don't leave my side.

- I'll do it. I'll drive.

- I need you in the back with Zophia, okay.

She's got these skills. She can help you.

- Nobody knows this shit hole like I do.

Remember, I taught you.

Now pull your head out and let me get us out of here.

- Jaya.

I'm making changes in my life.

- One beer when it's done.

Shit.

Hold on!

- I'm sorry.

I didn't know where else to go.

It just really hurts.

Will you make it stop?

- Where are they?

- Hold on!

Shit.

Shit.

- I'm so glad that you came back to play.

- Will you help me?

What, what are they doing?

- Setting up for our game.

- Please.

Please don't hurt me.

I told you everything that you asked for.

I just, I just want it out of me.

- What is that for?

- Our game, silly.

- Please.

I don't want to play.

- Flick the switch.

- What does it do?

- It's how our game begins.

Flick the switch!

- Oh God!

- What a wonderful game.

- No, no.

No, wait!

Wait.

Wait!

- Skinny?

- Skeazy. Ways to shit.

Oh man am I glad to see you.

- Sorry I missed a few phone calls.

I've been stuck in this shit hole for fucking ever

for no apparent reason!

What happened to you?

- I met a girl.

- Of course you did, mate.

- No, not like that.

I found her in the ground, buried alive.

This girl, she's fucking, she's immortal.

- Yeah, all right, mate, slow down.

I think you're losing your fucking mind, all right.

I think they hit you in the head too hard.

- That's what I initially thought, yeah,

but then I got shot.

I get shot, ba ba, ba ba, she's got a hold of me.

I don't feel fucking nothing.

Where's the money?

- I don't know how it happened, mate.

- How what happened?

- I don't have it.

- What do you mean you don't have it?

- I don't have it, mate.

- Fuck you, dammit!

- Calm down, mate. It's all right, okay?

- Fuck!

- Look, mate, we'll get out of here.

We'll boost a car or something.

One of the guards is cute. She probably fancies you.

It'll be easy, all right. Just relax.

- I needed that money, Skeaze.

- It's all right, mate. I'll get it back.

- No, we've gotta get out of here.

- How'd they found you, mate?

- Well for starters, there weren't any guns

in the back of that truck.

- What?

- Only girls.

- Doesn't make any sense. What, trafficking?

- Yeah, trafficking.

I fucking hate Turkey, eh.

- What's Kovaks' guys playing at, you know,

selling a truck full of no weapons?

- They felt plenty like weapons when they blew to pieces.

They were, they ...

- You're talking shit. It doesn't make sense, all right?

Listen, mate, whatever the scam is,

we can't get caught with our fingers in it, all right?

We didn't know. We didn't know.

I guess that's my cue then?

He's clueless.

- And where do you think you're going?

- You said if I got him here you'd let me go.

- What do you mean get me here?

- You did the bare minimum, but I still believe in you.

- What do you want from me, eh?

- Make him pretty.

- Whoa, that is not necessary.

- I told you he doesn't know nothing, all right.

- He just told you, I heard him. I don't know nothing.

- I don't like it when my toys are taken away from me

before I've finished playing with them.

- I didn't even know there were girls

in the back of that truck.

Why are you all wasting your fucking time with me?

- Someone doesn't like you, Skinny. I have my orders.

Red's my favorite color.

- Stay down, bruv.

- Nuh-uh, you're not done yet.

More!

Again!

More!

More!

- What the fuck? No.

No no no!

- Ah.

- No.

No.

- Ah.

- Pretty girl.

- How do you know my name?

- The surgeon.

- What?

- You met the surgeon.

- I'm not going to hurt you.

I just need to know how you know my name.

- Doctor surgeon needs his friends.

- Do you understand anything I'm saying?

- I like to take picture?

- What do you like taking pictures of?

- Things that were.

Things that will never be again.

Gone, gone.

- You mean dead things.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I just want to understand.

- I know things.

But my camera, it knows more.

- Can I see?

Wait.

- Zophia.

- You know what?

I did meet the surgeon.

Did you ever get to take his picture?

You could get a really pretty one of him now.

- Zophia.

- Zophia.

No!

- How did this happen?

You're all ...

Red.

Who did this to you?

We'll have to deal with this one first.

The others will have to wait.

- What the fuck is this?

What is this?

Hey!

Why am I hanging here?

- I have something to tell you.

It's pretty cool.

- Sure, go ahead!

- Tides are the periodic rise and fall

of large bodies of water.

They're caused by gravitational interaction

between the Earth and the moon.

The attraction from the moon causes whole oceans

to bulge out towards it.

And rivers.

- What are you talking about?

- The moon is going to kill you, Skinny.

Isn't that cool?

- Oh, that was ...

Can we do it again?

My entire body switched off and flew away like bird.

- Stop it!

- Like the numbness, it was frightening

but it was exciting at the same time.

- Stop it!

- Can we go higher?

- Shut it!

I am not a toy for your enjoyment.

I'm so sick of this bullshit.

- She was right about you.

- Who was right?

- Pretty girl Zophia.

Pretty girl with the wicked face.

Lives or dies, such a waste

- What are you talking about?

Who is this?

Where can I find them?

- Why don't you ask your friend?

He's very handsome.

- Who?

- The one swinging from the wishing tree, about to drown.

Maybe you could take a photo for me.

- I just wanted him to be proud of me.

You know, I wanted him to look at me and not see a boy

anymore but a man who is trying, just really trying.

I thought I had it all worked out.

Easy job, quick money, but ...

Now I will watch my father die because I couldn't

entertain the idea of getting a real job, you know.

People get sick.

They get sick all the time, I'm not special,

but they get through it because they're family

don't let them down.

Now because of me all those girls are dead,

and my father is going to die and Jaya,

Jaya is.

The only reason I'm not dead three times fucking over

is because you make it physically impossible to do so.

For what?

I shouldn't be here.

It's like somebody's trying to erase me.

I've messed it all up.

You couldn't mess it up more if you tried.

What's this?

- Look at the pictures.

- That's you.

- It's a memory of me.

I'm not who you think I am.

- Mate, I have absolutely no idea who you are.

- I've been like this,

exactly like this,

for a very long time.

- Nothing about you surprises me anymore.

- I'm 90 years old.

- Well that surprises me.

- Nikon took those photos recently.

If the person who's drawing these is who I think they are,

then they can help me get rid of this curse

once and for all.

- How does that help me?

- The first time I realized what happened,

it was incredible.

I climbed to the top of the tallest tree,

and I jumped right off it.

The one certainty of life I knew was gone.

Being able to act on every impulse was liberating.

There was no consequence.

There was no consequence to anything ever.

- Why are you telling me all of this?

- I tried to help other people, other better people.

But it only drove them mad.

Every last one of them.

- They used you.

- Have you ever been hunted, Skinny.

Not for retribution, but for, for sport.

For fun.

- No, I've always sort of deserved it.

- If you can help me find the artist,

she can help me get rid of this curse

and pass it on to someone else.

- My father?

- If I could go back, I wouldn't choose it again.

But I won't deny it someone who has no other way out.

You can still help him, Skinny.

- You've gotta be kidding me.

- Dave!

- Hey, Skinny. What happened to your face?

- Oh that's allergies, that is.

- Oh, I've got something for that. You're a bit wet.

- Oh yeah, forgot my brolly, didn't I?

Hey, listen, you might be able

to help me out with something.

I was thinking about getting a bit

more involved around here.

- You what?

- Listen, between you and me, David,

I've lived a guilty existence.

I think it's about time that I gave back to the community.

- Well.

- I was thinking about a little art therapy.

- Art therapy?

- Yeah, very artistic and therapeutic.

- You wanna teach an art therapy class?

- Yeah, do you have any artists in your care

that you think might be interested?

- You know what? I'll have a look around for that.

Now, we wouldn't be able to like pay you, though. All right?

- Oh no, volunteering would be just fine.

Money's the root of all evil. Am I right?

- Oh yeah.

- Can't believe she kept her name.

- Where is she?

- Room 118.

- And to what do we owe this pleasure?

You usually don't come out of your cubby house.

- Judging by your nervous twitch, the gun in your hand

and the sad but numerous cavalry you've brought with you,

I'd say I'm here for the same reason you are.

- And what's that?

- Neither of us can resist a good rumor.

- What? I didn't tell no one else.

- Tattletales only tattle on themselves.

- Let's see how much of it is true.

- It's been a long time, Zophia.

- I thought you were dead.

- Working on it.

- Can I see?

- It helped me remember you.

- I've never forgotten you.

- One day you will.

- I'll be right back.

- I need you to tell me how to get rid of it.

- You are as beautiful as I remembered.

Looking at you makes me remember how old I am.

- You made that choice.

- Did I?

- I can give it back to you.

It doesn't have to end here.

- It already has, my love.

- Just please tell me how to pass it on,

just like you passed it on to me.

- Please, lady, my father is dying.

- You always were a charmer.

- It's not about me this time, Helen.

I'm done.

I want a real life.

One with less death in it.

Please, please tell me.

- Shit!

Oh that can't be good.

Listen, woman, whatever it is you know about this curse,

now is the time to share it!

- Emma?

- Wait, I'm not leaving without my son!

- Right, you're coming with us.

- No! - Yes.

- No!

No!

- Get up! - Just let me die!

- Not until I get my chance at it too.

Just tell me how you did it.

- There's no time, come on!

- No, Pop, don't!

- Boss?

- Don't.

For fuck sake.

They come to my house. They shoot at me.

They shoot at my son! Where's the fucking respect?

- You just shot them.

You just shot, you just shot them first go without--

- They were shooting at my son. I had to do something!

- Without even thinking, you just, right in the ...

Hoo.

And you. Who the fuck are you?

You are not a nurse.

What the fuck is going on, Pop?

- Calm down, Son. Calm down, eh?

Everything's gonna be okay.

No one's out to kill you anymore.

- Anymore?

You knew?

- You did it.

I was giving up back there.

But you've proven you've got what it takes.

- Falkov called you boss.

- Why would you do that?

Why would you ruin a perfectly good moment like that.

- Why did he call you boss?

- He's not the sharpest tool, is he?

I'm sick, Son.

That much is true, and there's one reason and one reason

only that I'm here, and that's because of you, Son.

You have proven yourself worthy.

- Worthy of what?

- Taking over the family business.

- Taking over the ...

I have been shot, buried!

Exploded!

- Yes, yes! They were all tests, Skinny, and you passed.

- Passed? I should be dead.

Look, if it wasn't for ...

- Go on, Son. If it wasn't for what?

- I tried to help other people, other better people.

- This is the opportunity you've been

waiting for, begging for.

- But it only drove them mad.

- Untie yourself from that witch

and give me the cure I need.

- They used you.

- You and I can run this town together,

the way it should be done!

- You're insane.

- I'm your father.

- And you're a murderer.

- Just when I think there's the slightest chance

that you've got the Skinford gene,

you go and grow a cunt right there

between those skinny chicken fucking legs of yours.

A real man looks after his family.

Give me my medicine!

- It's not yours to have.

Or anybody's for that matter.

- You're not gonna man up and do your job?

You're not gonna let me continue doing mine?

You're a fucking disgrace!

You're useless!

What about you, witch, eh?

Surely you know how this will go.

Wanna come and play with the big boys?

- I'm almost jealous.

Can you feel yourself slipping away, old man?

Let go.

- Fucking witch!

Do you know who you're fucking dealing with?

- You have done this!

All of it!

I don't want any part of that.

I have wanted nothing more than to prove myself to you.

And now I see that your good graces, they mean nothing.

You're just a criminal.

- Oh, that's rich.

Where do you think you're going?

You're gonna leave your father here to die?

You're worse than useless. You're nothing, zero!

Do you hear me!

I will find the both of you, there's nowhere you can hide!

- So what was the secret?

- This is my town!

- How do you get rid of it?

- She didn't give me the curse. I took it from her.

- How did you do that?

- I have no idea.

But I'm going to find out.

- How?

- With my new best friend.

- Motherfucker!