All language subtitles for Brassic.S03E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

The following programme contains
strong language,

violence, scenes of a sexual nature

and adult humour from the start.

My boys are tied up, so I need you
to collect something for me.

Yeah, yeah. No worries. What is it?

His name's Tony Tillerton.
That's a person.

Tell me what he's told you, Sara.

(ALL SCREAM)

What the fuck have you told Sara?

The only thing linking me to that
headless fucking corpse is you...

and your idiot friends.
They've got nothing on me, Vin.

For richer and poorer, in sickness
- and -Police!
- Armed police!

Vincent O'Neil, we are arresting you
on conspiracy to murder.

You're making a mistake.
You're the first thing in the morning

and you're the last thing at night.

JUDGE: 'I sentence you
to six months imprisonment.'

♪ GANG STARR: Work

♪ What is it you wanna do
when you grow up?

♪ Ai, yo, I'm gonna be a ti-dop

♪ That's all my eyes can see

♪ Victory is mine
Yeah, surprisingly

♪ I've been laying,
waiting for your next mistake

♪ I put in work
and watch my status escalate

♪ Now I'mma start collectin' props,
connectin' plots

♪ Networkin' like a conference... ♪

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
O'Neil. It's time.

Eh?

Come here, Ernie.
Give me a love, mate.

It's been a pleasure, Vin.
You're a good lad, eh?

Now is that a fucking hard-on? Is it?

It is a hard on! 'Ey, Ernie's finally
got himself a hard-on here.

(LAUGHS)(INMATES CHEER AND WHISTLE)

Fucking wants doing.(CHUCKLES)

Stay away from schools,
you dirty old bastard. (CHUCKLES)

Right then,
if you can just stick yourself

in this end one, please, Mr O'Neil.
Yeah.

And when you're in there, just
- remove your trousers, please.
- Eh?

Don't worry, it's just a precaution.
I'm being released from jail.

I wouldn't be sticking anything up my
- arse.
- Yeah, you'd be surprised.

You're bloody right, I would.
See, the anus is...

It's an incredible organ. It's a bit
like the female uterus, actually.

It's capable of expanding
- to great widths.
- Oh.

I've found loads of cool stuff up
- them.
- Go on.

Well, er... I once found a phone.
Oh, yeah.

- Drugs, obviously. A gun.
- Eh?
- Hacksaw.
- Fucking hell.

- Um...an MP3 player.
- Crikey.

Christmas lights.
I were like that.(LAUGHS)

- A miniature submarine.
- Why?

- Harry Potter novel.
- Oh, get gone.
- Yeah.
- They're fucking that thick.

Yeah. Deathly Hallows, this one.
600 pages.

(BOTH LAUGH)
So, are we gonna have a
quick peak then?

Oh, you... Come on.

I mean, what's the deal?

Have you always wanted to do this for
a living or what?

I kind of fell into it really.
Saw an opening.

(LAUGHTER)
Hey, hey!

(SQUELCHING) (GRUNTS)

♪ BARRETT STRONG: Money
(That's What I Want)

Fuck!

Sugar, Sugar, wake up. We're late.

- We're late!
- Fuck.

ERIN: I can't believe I slept in.

I promised him I'd be there.

Did you get bummed?
No, I didn't get fucking bummed.

I bet you've been bloody bummed.
Nah, not really my thing.

(LAUGHS)
- See ya.
- All right, Vin?
- All right, Georgio?
- You OK, mate?

Yeah, not so bad.
- See you next week, Vinnie!
- Fuck off!

♪ That's what I want

♪ That's what I want
# That's what I want... ♪

(HORN BLARES AND TYRES SCREECH)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(LAUGHS) Come here, mate.
Uncle Vinnie!

Aw! Oh, I've missed you, man.

I've missed you.
I'm sorry I went away.

You look handsome.
- Hi.Hiya.
- Welcome back.

- You all right?Yeah, are you?
- Yeah.

- Did you bring me a spliff?
- Yeah,
- course.
- Ahh! (WOMEN LAUGH)

All right, Sugar? My youth.

That hotel was terrible.

♪ THE MAMAS AND THE PAPAS:
I Saw Her Again

(CALLS OUT INDISTINCTLY)

(ERIN LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS AND WHOOPS)

Why didn't you want the guys
to pick you up?

I wanted this little bugger
to be the first face that I saw.

(LAUGHS)

Eh? Besides, them buggers, they'd
have just forgot, wouldn't they?

- Didn't they visit?
- Once or twice
they did. The odd phone
call here and there.

But I got the feeling
they were trying to keep me happy.

How is the weed grow?
Is it all right, yeah?

- Yeah.Yeah?
- Yeah, fine.

Thank fuck for that.
Has McCann been in touch?

No, I don't think so. Has
- he not been in touch with you?
- Mm.

No. I mean, I didn't mention when I
were getting out. Could be that.

You know, maybe he's
just waiting till I get out.

It's just as well them buggers didn't
know when I were getting out.

They'd have thrown a surprise party,
wouldn't they? You know what I mean?

Mm. Shame.

(CHEERING)

♪ MARLENA SHAW: California Soul

Hey, Vinnie!

- You all right?
- Vinnie.

(ALL CHATTER EXCITEDLY)

- How are you?
- Welcome home, mate.

(CHATTERING CONTINUES)

Eh?! Oh, it's good to see you.

Oh, what the fuck are they
doing here? Shit.

Oi, get hold of our Tyler, will you?
Bloody hell.

Oh, sorry, don't stop on my account.
Fuck do you want?

Just came to welcome you back,
Vinnie.

Nice one. Well, you can fuck off now,
can't you, Slater?

Oh, right. OK, sorry. Yeah, I will.

But just for factual accuracy

it's, "Fuck off,
Detective Inspector Slater."

Uniform no more.

Isn't that right, Hoskins?

- Boom.
- Mm.

Detective, huh? Well done, Carl.
Maybe now you can investigate

them reports of a local man
who bums dogs. (SNIGGERS)
Yeah.

Smile it up, arsehole, because
tonight, myself and my team

are paying a visit to your adult
establishment

and unless every last licence,
certificate and fucking regulation

is up above board and up to date,
I'm closing you down.

And as for you, "mechanic",

I know you're selling stolen wheels
and we're gonna fucking catch you.

And then there's Vincent.

(SOFTLY) Aw.

Little motherless Vinnie. Aw.

"Preventing a lawful burial
of a body."

Is that the best
they could do?

(SCREAMS)

Six months.

I know you've got a weed grow and I
know you're involved with McCann.

And I am making it
my personal mission

to ensure that you
and all of your scroaty mates

end up behind bars

for as long as the law will allow.

- Fuck off.
- I thought it was a moment.
I'm sorry. Misread it.

Oi! It were a poodle.

(CHEERING AND LAUGHTER)

Let's just assess the reality
of the situation, right?

Oi, oi. The paperwork for the Rat and
Cutter, I assume all that's fucked.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yes, assume cos it's
me in charge it's all gone to shit.

Assume all the admin is in a state
- of fucking disarray.
- Well, is it?

Yeah, as a matter of fact it is.
Yeah.

Hang on, sweetheart. You're supposed
to be co-assistant manager.

You told me you were taking care
of licences, remember?

- Christ, you are useless.
- Dickhead.
Honestly. He is a dickhead

It's gonna be months before we can
sort that bloody paperwork out

and run that place legal now. Which
means all we've got is that weed.

So the location, I can't have them
finding that.

Let's go easy on the visits
this time.

There's a bit of a problem with
- that.
- What kind of a problem?

Uh...with the grow.

Oh, hell.

(SHOUTING AND GRUNTING)
Where's the weed?

Eh? Where's the fucking weed?

They've fucking taken everything?
McCann's men. Every last plant.

I mean, we're...we are fucked.

No club, no weed.
Fucking Slater and that creature.

Who's that fucking guy he's hanging
out with? That little homunculus.

Fucking giving it big licks.
Breathing right down our necks.

How the fuck are we gonna make a
living here?

Summat'll turn up.

I know you're in there, Vinnie!
I can fucking see you
on your bed smoking!

All right. Shit, dude.
What time is it?

Never fucking mind that.
Just open the door.

What the fuck do you want?
Something's fell into me lap.

- Candy from a baby.
- Yeah?

Well, not fucking literally.
Why would I have candy in my lap?

I'm not a fucking nonce, Vin.
And even if I was,

I wouldn't be luring infants
with fucking candy in my lap.

I'd hang about at the swimming pools
or something.

At fucking soft-play centres.

I don't know what I'd do,
but it wouldn't be candy.

You'd be a brilliant nonce. I've no
doubt of it. What do you want, man?

Oh, I've got a job for us.
Gonna earn us all thousands.

What kind of job is it?

The Great Bull Semen Heist.

Eh? Come on.

- Count me out of that.
- Count you out?

This'll be the easiest dough you've
ever earned in your life.

Stealing sex piss
for a fucking angry Gandalf.

I've just come out of jail. Why would
I nick a load of sex piss for you?

I've got Slater breathing down
me neck and everything.

Piss off, Jim, you old cunt.

Fine! I'll fucking take it
to the others then!

Do!'Ey, and when we're all spending
spunk money,

don't you come fucking moaning
to me.

(HEAVY THUD)
- Ow!
- That fucking hurt, twat!

- Fuck off.
- You fuck off.
You fucking old cunt.

(DOOR OPENS)
Hey, Vinnie
You all right, knobhead?

How's it going?
What the fuck is that, dude?

National "Check Yourself" Week.
This is Valerie, my new friend.

Valerie the vagina.
(DEEP VOICE) Hello, Vinnie.

Dude, she wouldn't sound like
- that.
- She would.

That's exactly what she'd sound
- like.
- Would she bollocks.

It's a growler.
How do you expect them to sound?

She wouldn't be growly though, man.
She'd be um... What?

..American, wouldn't she?(LAUGHS)

(SULTRY AMERICAN ACCENT) Hey, Vinnie.
(LAUGHS)

No, no, I tell you. In both a
personal and professional capacity,

I've come face to face with a
thousand fandangos

and they're ruthless, brutal.
They're like, "Hello, Doctor."Stop.

"You look like a bad boy, don't
you?"Fuck off now. Oi."Come here."

Stop. Stop puppeting that minge.

So, how was prison?
(SIGHS) It was all right.

I think I looked after myself.
I had three meals a day.

I was exercising a bit...

- first week.
- Did you get bummed?
No, I didn't get fucking bummed.

- Really?
- No! It's not just a big
bum-sex orgy, dude,

the moment you walk in
to fucking jail.

How was your...

- You know... The bipolar?
- Yeah.

Fucking hell.
Yeah, it was all right.

Fuck, I did some thinking in there,
you know.

It's at night,
when they shut that door.

I thought about my mum...

..and how she abandoned me.

Fuck. I mean, I'd done
the same thing to Tyler, hadn't I?

Come on.(SIGHS HEAVILY)

I need occupying.

Otherwise the voices kick in

Why not go back to your old tricks,
get back in with the old gang?

I don't want to end up in
- jail again.
- Well, small scale.

Sell a bit of weed or whatever.
Oh, fuck.

Oh, you star.

Dude. It's half decent.

Thanks, Vinnie.
What do you think, Valerie?

(GRUFF VOICE) Abso-bloody-lutely.
Tell him to check his balls.

(LAUGHS)
Good girl.
She's right on message.

(MOOING)
So I'm on this date last
- night.
- Sheep-shagging,

as the rest of us call it.
(LAUGHTER)

-'Ey! I'm a fucking catch me.
- Right.

Eligible bachelor, self-made man.
What website are you using?

Desperate-and-Deranged.com.
(LAUGHTER)

Muddy Mates. It's for farmers and
the farming community.

Lot of very mucky women on there.
(LAUGHTER)

Do you wanna hear this fucking
- story or what?!
- Go on.

'Right, her name
is Lesley Anne Fisher.'

- Posh, yeah.
- And she is a journalist
for a farming magazine.

I'm searching for a soul mate,
not some easy minge.

- ALL: Mmm.
- And over a few wines, we
- get talking.
- You were drinking wine?

No. I had a pint of stout.
She had the wine.

And the more she drank,
the more she gabbed.

My next feature is on what they call
-"film-star" bulls.
- Oh.

- Have you heard of them?
- No.

But I once had a Friesian that was
the spit of Jodie Foster.

(BOTH LAUGH RAUCOUSLY)

What?

Film-star bulls are bulls that carry
the highest-proof semen.

Semen with the proven ability to
sire cows with high milk yields.

Right.

But here's the real attraction.

Where a single ejaculation might
normally produce, say,

50 straws -

50 -

a shot from a film-star bull
can produce as many as...

500.

Fucking hell. Super spunk.

Fair play.(MURMURS OF ASSENT)

The bull I'm seeing next week,
Sonny Boy,

he's at a secret location
and he's a...

a real A-lister.

His frozen semen sold for
500...600 a pop.

- Ooh.
- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Right, just hang fire then.
So 600 quid a pop you're saying.

- Yep.
- And he can do what 500
- shots at his jizzing best.
- Yep.

Jesus Christ. Go on.300,000.

300,000, dude. That's a lot.
Fucking hell. For bull splooge?

It's like gold dust. Hey,

and I've got all the details
of when she's going.

So I suggest we follow her
and her photographer,

intercept 'em en route and then go
and nick the knob yoghurt.

We'll do it.
That's a fucking good idea.

All right? They're expecting

a nice lady journalist, so that's
exactly what we'll give 'em.

VINNIE ON WALKIE-TALKIE: Jimbo,
- what's going on?
- Got eyes on, over.

I have visuals
on the target's abode.

Speak fucking normal, you bellend.

Just let us know
when she's setting off.

Raymond... Roger that.

Raymond Roger that?

Ash, do you know what you're doing
- with that camera?
- Yeah.

It's a camera. Just point and shoot.
No, you've got to look professional.

"That's it, sweetheart. There we go.
Make love to the lens.

Pout. Hold that, yeah."

Do you want me to do it?
No, dude. Look, why...

why does Ash get to be
the ph-photographer?

Exactly. Should be me on that
magazine. Bit of fucking diversity.

10-4. 10-4!10-4, message received.
Can you tell him
he's doing the wrong code?

The target is leaving the premises.

I repeat, the target
is leaving the premises.

Shut the fuck up.
We're gonna cut her off now.

LESLEY ANNE: (SIGHS CROSSLY)
For God's sake. What's this now?

I hate being late.

Hiya. I am so sorry
to wave you down.

My car's broken down
and my charge has gone on my phone.

I was wondering if you could call
- the garage for me.
- Well...

we're in a bit of a h-
- Yeah, course we can.
- Yeah?

- I'm really good with cars.
- Oh, thank
- you so much.
- I'll take a look.

Amazing. Thanks.

What's the...what's the problem?
I think it's the back wheel.

When I was driving,
I could hear a clicking sound.

I think it needs a jack up or...
Yeah, sounds like it.

Lesley! Fucking dickhead. What are
you doing? (YELLING)

Get out! Come here, you...

♪ THE HIVES: Main Offender

Oh!

(YELLING)

Argh!

(ROARS)

(SHRIEKS)

Cardi! Have you knocked him out?
Fucking idiot.

(GRUNTS)
Oh, like it rough, do you?
- Yeah!
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, I can be as rough -

Arghhh!

Get her!(SHRIEKS)

Nice and tight, Ash. She's a
fucking nutcase.(CHUCKLES)

You double-crossing piece of shit!

You should've gone Dutch on the
meal then, shouldn't you?

Dearest wine. And the pudding.
I'm not fucking made of money.

You should've kept your hands
out of your pocket,

instead of fiddling your shrivelled
- old manroot.
- I was rearranging.

- Rearranging my arse.
- I'll rearrange
your fucking arse in a minute, love.

What does that even mean?
Dickhead. (TUTS)

Listen, we're not gonna hurt you,
neither of yous.

We just want the address where the
- bull's kept.
- I'll never give it.

You can torture me, you can do what
you like, but I'll never ever -

- It's in the sat nav.
- Ohh!(LAUGHS)

He's a good lad. Come here, give me
a kiss. You're a good lad.

Right, now then. You three, take 'em
for a bloody walk.

We're gonna see a man about a bull.
Go on, fuck off.

Cardi, just guide her. Guide her in.
She's a nutcase.

See you later.

I don't need you, you look like a
- plank.Come on!
- All right.

TOMMO: Two drops'll give you
enough time to find out
where the vials are stored.

♪ HONEYFEET:
Colonel Haithi's Trunk Juice

(BIRDS CHIRRUPING)

- Wait.
- What is it? What's up?

That is a hawfinch.

Terrific little bird, the hawfinch.

They can exert enough force to crack
open a cherry stone.

Fucking riveting(!)

Come on!

ASH: Remember what Tommo said -

you only need two drops to knock
them out. Right?

Smile, Lesley Anne.

You from Total Farming?
Yeah, absolutely.

I'm Lesley Anne
and this is my photographer Ash.

You're Lesley?
Yes. Yes, Lesley Anne.

You sounded older on the phone.

(CHUCKLES) She gets that
all the time. Old-lady voice.

- Don't you?
- I do.

First time I spoke to her
I thought she was a pensioner.

Anyway, you...you must be Ruth.
Yeah.

And my three boys -
Victor, Vernon and Vincent.

V, V, V. A bit of a V thing
going on there.(CHUCKLES)

- The three of you.
- Anyway,

we're very excited to meet Sunny
Boy, aren't we, Ash?

- So excited.Yeah.
- I've always found
bulls to be very photogenic.

You won't see a better-looking bull.

If I was a cow, I'd have him inside
me all day long.

Right, shall we start with a quick
chat... This is ready...and a brew?

BOTH: Yeah.

If I have a herd of a hundred cows
and each one is inseminated

three times over a nine-week period,

have a guess how many'll get
pregnant on strong bull sperm.

- I wouldn't know.
- Couldn't say.98%.

Wow.98%!

See my Sunny Boy
has thousands of daughters

in countries all over the
- world, yeah? Tokyo.
- Tokyo.

- Brazil.
- Brazil

- Mozambique.
- Mozambique.

(CHUCKLES)
You mean to say MOO-zambique.

(LAUGHS)
Right. (CLEARS THROAT)

Well, we'd really like to meet him.

Yeah, we really would,
we really would.

But before we do that,
I couldn't get a group snap

of all the four of ye, could I?

Kind of like the human side
behind the animal's success.

Yeah, yeah. Course. Why not?

Thanks.

Lovely. Right, if you assemble
yourselves...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

♪ THE CASTAWAYS: Liar Liar

♪ Your nose is longer
than a telephone wire

♪ Ask me, baby, why I'm sad

♪ You've been out all night,
know you've been bad

♪ Don't tell me different,
know it's a lie... ♪

Listen, man, I'm sorry I didn't come
to visit you more.

Um... Just...you know, I felt so
guilty about you ending up in there.

It's all right. Forget it.
You took a bullet for us

and I'm grateful to you, right?

Any one of us on that Tillerton trip
could've ended up inside, so...

I'm not...
You can't grass on your mates.

I wasn't gonna do that, was I,
you know?

You can't do that. Just like you
can't be telling your missus

shit she doesn't need to know, Dildo.

Have you told her about the fucking
guy who got his head taken off?

She told me she didn't blab.
Of course she fucking did.

Christ on a bike.
Do you believe that?

Don't lose your head.

Fuck!

Well, she... You fucking turnip.

Use your brain, you handsome moron.

Just keep her out of your life.
Yeah, well, I have.

Good.

Fuck, dude. I don't want to go back
inside for anyone. It was terrifying.

- Oh, oh. Are we on?
- Yeah.
Where's he?

Tom! Tommy! Come the fuck on.

Terrible tracksuit. Come on.

(LOCK BEEPS)

(ANIMAL GRUNTS)

There he is...the film star.

Wow. He's a beauty.

Like I told you.
Ruth, walk me through the process.

Before he inseminates the lovely
ladies,

how do you extract the semen?

Simple. We excite him
with a bit of cow spray

and get him to mount another bull
while we... So he's gay, is he?

- No.
- She just said another bull -
He's artificially excited.

Yeah, but he's happy to get up on
the back of another boy and...

..give it a go
Well, he's not fussy, is he?

He just wants to release himself.
For top-quality sperm

he can only be released once every
month or two.

Once you've collected the semen, you
freeze it. Where is that stored?

Shall we just agree that he's bi,
- so?
- Ashley!

- I'm just saying.
- We just collect the
semen in some glass vials and...

- Mum?
- The vials, where are they
- stored?
- I feel a bit... Fuck.

- Ruth? Where's the freezer?
- It's...
The vials?

(HEAVY THUD)
Oh...

Fuck's sake. You ruined that with
all your gay questions.

The bull mounts boys, Erin.(MOOING)

See he's agreeing with us. Oh,
- careful.
- It's all right, calm down.

How much did you put in? The
two of them are out in minutes.

Fucking two, like Tommo said.
(BULL GRUNTS)

We need to find the freezer.
- You check in there.
- Yeah, I will.

- You go.
- I'll try and find
the others.(MOOING)
Whoa, Sunny.

We're both gay men. All we want is
a few of your baby tears, all right?

(GRUNTING)
Erin!

Hello? Lads?

'Ey, lads? Oh, fuck. You big fucker.

Shit. Jesus Christ, you're fucking
strong, dude.

- Get off!
- Shit.
Have you found any jizz?

I'm saying shit out of joy and
- happiness.
- Fucking shit!

Ooh, shit. You're a good lad.
You're a good lad.

(BARKS)

Fuck! Shut the door.

- Oh, my God. Tommo!
- What is it?

All right, all right.

Remember, it's more scared of you
- than you are of it.
- Is it?

Just open the fucking door.

- Oh, it's got a code.
- Try 1-2-3-4.

It's not gonna be that, is it?
Try 9-9-9-9.

(MOOING)
- No.
- Four zeros.

(KEYPAD BEEPS)
No. We're not getting
in here, are we?

Which is why I specially said

you need to see the frozen jizz
before they pass out.

Obviously two drops was too
- much, wasn't it?
- Have we fucked it?

- Yeah, we've fucked it.
- Fuck!

Unless... DYLAN: Unless what?

Well, unless we take the big lad
here with us.

(MOOING)

'Ey up, it's the police.
What the fuck do they want?

Oh, shit, it's Slater.
They must know we have the bull.

CARDI: Caught red-handed.

Afternoon, officer.
It's afternoon, detective.

You're milking it, man. It's starting
to look like harassment, girls.

Oh, what's that? It's a search
warrant for the entire site.

A search warrant? What you hoping
to find? Contraband cows?

I've had information that you're in
cahoots

with convicted criminal
Vincent O'Neil.

(LAUGHS)
Ooh, who's told you that?

Weed, stolen wheels, sexual
- debauchery.
- Farmers?

Fuck off. Too niche even for me,
sweetheart.

Fine. Search.

But I want every vest
and every skiddy Y-front

back where you found it or I'll be
bringing my lawyers in.

- Ladies.
- Bend 'em over, lads.

Weird."Bend 'em over."
What are you bending us over for?

- Catch you later.
- Ooh, eh.

Get the bull in the cow shed
and watch out for its blind spot.
What's that?

What's a blind... Jim?
What's a bl... Jim?

Fucking hell, man.(SHOUTING)

Come on, big lad.

I'm so hot.(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

No! Red! Cardi. Put it away.

- Shit.Knobhead.
- Go on!

♪ SHARHABIL AHMED: Argos Farfish

- Har! Har!
- We've such a big treat for
- you later.
- That's it.

Nice and gentle.

Har! Har!

A big treat after this.
- A big treat after this.
- Grrr!

(SHOUTING)

- Yay!
- Yep.

Right, listen. The way I see it,
we've got a tiny window here.

We've got to get matey boy to shoot
his load, collect as much as we can

and then we fuck him off back to
his original owner, right?

Or...we keep the bull.

A-grade wazz,
licence to print money.

Oh, yeah. Like the goose that laid
the g-golden egg.

And how did that end?
How did that end?

I fucking don't know. It's like a
cautionary tale, innit, for kids.

To do with greed and shit like that.
I dunno.

- I'm going to Google that.
- Don't...
JJ.

Let's not Google that,
let's fucking YouTube

how to wank a ginger bull off.
We can't do it, they use stimulants

and specialised equipment and stuff.
No, no. Way I see it, right,

a wank is a wank is a wank.

The todger, be it human, dog,
badger or bull, responds to touch.

Ergo, all we need is to get matey
boy here aroused and merry jizzmas.

Eurgh.
Erin, whack on your Marigolds.

-(SOFTLY) Love you.
- I'm not doing it.
He's actually quite gay though,

Sunny Boy, so a man
- is definitely better.
- Cardi then.

You can fuck off. You do it.

I'm not fucking doing it.
Tommo, you own a sex dungeon

For the umpteenth...
What I own is an erotic parlour.

We don't stretch to bestiality.
There were one time with a rabbit,

- but that were going too far.
- Fucking
rabbit. What could do with a...

Listen, do you have, like,

stuff to bring men off
in your horrid dungeon?

Course I do.
What kind of shit do you have?

You name it, mate.
We've got er...tingly lube,

fake gushing vag.
My personal favourite -

the chilli inserter.
Where's that go?

Where the fuck do you think it goes?
Right up the arse,

you fucking great lemon.

Right, we'll get the chilli inserter,
you two dickheads find a sexy cow.

Where's the weed, boys? Where's
the stolen motors?

Is that it? Oh, no.
It's a flower vase.

Oh, is that 'em?
Oh, no. It's a porcelain frog.

(CHUCKLES)

What's this then, eh?

POLICEMAN: Over here, sir.

Oh, dear.

- Weaponry?
- Those are depinned.
They're memorabilia.

Sir.

- And this?
- It's a Luger.
It's from the First World War.

Dangerous weapons.
What has he got planned?

I've got a big one, sir.
- Shall I get it out?
- Go on.

You're nicked.

(MOOING)(COAXES)

Er...hello. This one's quite fit.

- Based on what?
- Nice nose.

He's not going to be looking at her
nose.

Sunny Boy will be looking at
the arse. Look at her arse.

I'm not an expert on arses.
Check the udders then.

- What others?
- Not the others,
the udders of the cow.

The swingy-down bit. Have you
never been on a farm before?

Yes, I've been on a farm.
(SQUELCHING)
Uhh!

(LAUGHS)
I stepped
straight in poo there.

(SPLASHING)
Oh!

I fucking slid on that one.

Right, I need go and pick Tyler up.

Any excuse for you to get out of
wanking a bull off.(LAUGHS)

Eh? (BOTH LAUGH)

Before you go I do need to talk to
- you, actually.
- Oh. Go on.

I've got a bloody problem.
What kind of problem?

A McCann problem.(SIGHS)

He's locked me off.
He's not answering me calls.

There's no communication. It's like
I'm fucking persona non gratis.

- Grata.Grata.
- Yeah.

Honestly, I never said a word.
I kept my mouth shut.

The police were offering me less
time if I only grassed

and I kept me fucking gob shut.
Terence who?

Maybe...he wants to stay on the safe
side until things quieten down.

I don't know though.
If I'm no use to him,

then I'm just a worry to him and
that frightens the shit out of me.

He is a ruthless man, Erin. You know?

Come here.

I don't like you worrying.
You'll be fine.

You know...(CLEARS THROAT)

You know that thing you said to me?
Mm.

That you whispered in my ear
- when I got arrested.
- Yeah.

Did you mean it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

(SIGHS) But Vin...
I know, it's all right.

You don't have to explain yourself.

I know you've a lot going on,
got your exams,

you wanna get the fuck out of here
cos it's miserable. (CHUNTERS)

It just meant a lot to me,
that's all. Hearing that.

Do you know that I fancy you loads?

- Shut up.
- I fancy you...
Shut up...every single day.

Fucking nightmare.
I need to get Tyler.

Get the fuck out of here.
I've got to wank a bull off.

- Oh, Jesus.Come on.
- Get out.
- Get out of it.
- Good luck.

(CHUCKLES)
Right, Vincent,

let's titillate a bull

Anyone seen Jimbo? He's not in his
- house.
- He's not come through.

- Has no-one seen him?No.
- Fuck.
(MOOING)

We'll have to do it ourselves.
How hard can it be?

Boy meets girl, let nature take its
- course.
- JJ, get the fuck in there

and release that cow. Cardi,
get your Tupperware ready.

Oh, Jesus. He's fucking coming for
me. I am not touching that.

Tupperware's a shit idea. Have you
not got a bucket?

Let the crown see the jewels.

JJ, gi' over being a fucking mard
arse. What are you reversing for?

Oh, yeah, look at that. She's
sniffing his dick, in't she?

Straight in for the BJ. Very nice.

Think of her as one the lads,
- Sunny Boy.
- Come on, sunshine,

she's right next to your chopper.

Fuck, he don't look too interested,
does he?

She looks like she's gonna mount
him!(SIGHS)

All right, we'll have to do it
- ourselves. Tommo get in there.
- What?

Get in the bleedin' pen!
And take your sex spray.

Come on, Tom. Come on, Tom.

- Christ, it's gritty.
- Gritty?

Heavens above, it's enormous.
It's like a French baguette.

- What flavour?
- What flavour(?) Beef.

Can you imagine a beef baguette?
I'm starving.

Come on, sunshine, there we go.
Give it up for your Uncle Tommo.

You sound like a paedophile.
Vinnie, you're putting me off.

You're wanking off a fucking
ginger jizz machine

and calling yourself Uncle Tommy.
- You sound like a paedo.
- He's a bull.

He can't understand me.
Then why talk to him?

Because, Dylan,
in case you hadn't realised,

I'm pleasuring a fucking bull and I
am trying to... Ahhhh!(MOOING)

Shut up. Get your Tupperware ready.
Good lad. Good lad.

- Tommo, come on.
- It's getting hard.
It's getting really fucking hard.

Come on, son, get in there.(GRUNTS)

Wait for it, Tom.(GROANS)

- I'm going. Arh.
- Come on, Tom.
I'm cramping.

- No, no, no. Push through.
- Arh.

- I've got to swap arms.
- Don't
stop, he's got a proper throb now.

- He's getting close.
- Take over!

Get out of the way.
(GROANS)
- Go on, Tom.
- Fucking...

Tickle his balls.

I swear to God, if I end up
in a fucking psychiatric ward,

we're gonna know what did it.
It's coming.

Get ready, lads! It's coming! Get
ready!(MOOING) Now!

(SPLUTTERING AND GROANING)

- How did we get on?None.
- Fuck all.

Fuck! (VEHICLE APPROACHES)
What's that?

- It's Jim, it's Jim, it's Jim.
- What?
(SPLUTTERS)

- It's not Jim, it's a 4x4.
- It's not
- them, is it?
- We need to get out.

He's got a drill. Why's he got a
- fucking drill?
- How've they found us?

Fuck how they found us. Run.
- Hide. Hide, hide.
- Fuck.

VICTOR: He's here.

RUTH: Jesus Christ,
all that semen wasted.

It's warm. They're still here.

Well, find 'em.

We're gonna fucking kill ya!
(COCKS GUN)

You no-good sons of bitches.

You lying puke of the devil!

To give her her dues,
she's got a way with words.

I am a fair woman.
DYLAN: You're a scary woman.

So, if you come out now,
I'll go lenient

- OK.
- Where the fuck are you going?

Come to think of it, we're really in
- the shit here now.Yeah.
- Yeah.

Right, what I'm thinking is this.

One of us runs out,
they will give chase.

The rest of us escape.

- That's a good idea.
- Yeah.
Who's gonna do that then?

Last chance,

you cocksucking whores of Jezebel!

It's biblical, in't it?
Bit homophobic maybe.

It might be.
Just give us that spray.

Do you want tingly or cooling?

- Fucking... Give us tingly.
- Right.

(MUTTERING)

♪ Buona sera, signorina,
buona sera

♪ It is time to say good night
to Napoli

Arghh!

♪ Though it's hard for us to
whisper, buona sera

(GUNSHOT)
# With that old moon above

♪ The Mediterranean sea, mmm...

- Where's the others?
- They all went
in different directions.

(MOBILE RINGS)

- Yeah?
- Hey, are you all safe?
Yeah, we're fine.

- Fine.
- Thank fuck. Thought one of us
had been killed for sure.

Where shall me and Tommo meet you?
You and Tommo? Where's Cardi?

I thought he was with you.

- Shit.Shit?
- Shit.
(GUNSHOT)
Fuck!

(RINGS)
That's him.

- Cardi?
- We've got your fat friend.
Yeah, we know. We want him back.

You're in no position
to be making demands.

He's covered in my Sunny Boy's gloop
and that's thousands of pounds

dripping down his fat fucking face.

- Sorry.
- We're sorry about that, all
right?

But you got your bull back.
- How did you find us?
- He's chipped.
Like a car. Trackable.

He's chipped like a car. Dyl, you
were right. Clever innit, really?

But you got him back so, you know,
let's not make a thing out of this.

Let bygones be bygones, you
give Cardi back...

If we don't get the frozen semen
back,

this lard-arse goes in the slurry
pit.

What are you talking about?
Don't play innocent.

Your fat fuck of a friend did that
and he got a slap. Tell 'em!

Yeah. She slapped me hard.

The frozen semen vials are gone,
every one of them,

and that's a lot of fucking money.
Fucking stop. Just listen to me.

We might be thieves, but I'm
- telling you we're not liars.
- Well...

We're not liars. And, you know,
we did try to drug you.

- And we tried to steal your bull.
- We
even tried the semen. Didn't work.

We fucking did. We tried to steal the
semen from the freezer

and couldn't get in it. So I'm
telling you, whoever stole that jizz,

it wasn't us.
In that case, the fat fuck dies.

Oh, fucker. Ring her back. Bastard.
Is she actually gonna kill him?

You sure you didn't steal the vials?
Think about that fucking question!

- Straight to voicemail.
- If we didn't
- nick it, who did?
- Fuck knows, dude.

Right, OK, I've got a little
confession to make.

'You know when we took her to the
woods?'

- I need to pee.
- You don't think we're
gonna fall for that old one?

No, I really do. I swear.
I'm bursting.

Listen, love, I've got a prostate the
size of a hard-boiled egg

- and even I don't wanna go.
- You
c-can't let her p-piss her pants.

- Y-Come on.
- Oh, you... (GROANS)

Is this all right here, yeah?
Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Let me get those off you.

Go ahead.

Turn around.

Turn... Turn around!
Yeah. Sorry. Of course, yeah.

- Ohh!
- Cardi!

- Oww!Fuck off!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Come on!

- Right, yeah.
- For fuck's sake!
- Come on!
- Coming!

He fucking said not to let her pee.

Hit him.

- Ow.Idiot.
- DYLAN: Ten to one
Lesley stole the vials.

I'll do a voice.
Don't do a fucking voice.

(HEAVY THUDDING) Fucking hell, you're
- like the fucking police.
- Sorry.

- Lesley Fisher?
- Lesley Anne.

- Package here for you.
- Eh?
Sign here, please.

Ha, it's a ruse! Dickhead.

What's with all this fucking pink?
I like it.

I like toast. I don't peg it all over
me shagging house, do I, dickhead?

Get out of my house.
Have you found owt?

- Nothing in the freezer.
- Shit. Look,
them farmers are not fucking about.

(MOBILE PINGS) They're gonna hurt our
- mate. Where's the jizz?
- Vin.

Oh, fuck! There's only you and that
fucking snapper

know where that jizz was kept. It
doesn't take a genius -(SPITS)

- The fuck?
- Mind my shoes.
You spat on my dick a bit.

You ruined my feature, walked me to
the woods like a dog to be put down.

You drugged them, you robbed them.
You deal with the consequences.

How do you know we drugged 'em?
Well, I...I...(MOCK STUTTER)

Shut the fuck up! Where's that jizz?

Everyone fuck summat up. Grab summat
pink and just fucking... Yes, Ashley!

Go on, boy.

OK, OK, OK.

Don't touch it.
Hurry the fuck up before they
drown our mate in pig shit.

- Dickhead, what's that?
- Why would I
- look in a garage?
- Nice one.

There's summat doing my head in. The
freezer where they kept the jizz,

how did you know the code for that?
Guesswork. It was 1-2-3-4.

- You fucking said that.
- I said that.
- He said that.
- Can we get on with it?

Now, it needs handling carefully.

If it's allowed to get warm,
the whole lot will be ruined.

So, you boys be careful.
Need to be careful with it

(ALL SHOUT OUT)
Oh, shit.

Fuck off, Lesley. What the fuck?
What have you done that for?

- You've killed my mate.
- You've fucked
- us.
- I'm gonna fucking go apeshit.

What are all these fucking gloves
- about, Lesley?
- You fucking...

I think I might
have just come up with a plan B.

You're going nowhere, you fucking
nightmare. This is too gloopy.

- We need to whisk it more.
- Water. Put
some water in it, you knobhead.

What the fuck's that?
That is my plan B.

What the fuck's that out of, a shrew?
Give me six and a half minutes
and I'll get you some more.

Fuck me, you better hurry up.
Come on, put some out, bud.

- Guys, come on.
- Whisk then. Whisk!
I'm whisking.

Whisk like your fucking life depended
on it.

♪ THE CAPITOLS: Cool Jerk

Shit.

You all right?

We've er...got your jizz here.

What are you doing? Got your semen.

- You're late.
- I know, but we sent
you a text. Did you not get it?

Yeah, we got it but, you know,
a deadline's a deadline.

Yes, it is. We're fucking here now
though. Do you want the jizz or not?

Course we do. But you see, you've
- caused us a lot of trouble.
- I know.

I mean, look at my fucking eyes!
They're still tingling.

(CLICKS FINGERS)
'Ey, lads. (HAMMERS CLICK) Lads.

(PANICKED SHOUTS)
Fuck! (AIR HISSES)

- Out the van!
- All right.

Fuck.

- Clothes off.
- What? Come on.

You drugged and sprayed us.
You're not tricking us a third time.

And you're fucking late. So I want
it all off. Underpants an' all.

Clothes off now!
Willies out on a farm?

Do you wanna see your mate again?
(HAMMERS CLICK)

- Get your hogs out.
- What?
Just get 'em out.

- It's fucking freezing.
- Fuck, bro.
JJ, come on.

It's like some weird '70's porno
this, in't it?(CHUCKLES)

Fuck, it's cold.

He's a big lad, in't he?
Yeah, he is a big lad.

He's known for that - Fucking...
Where's Cardi?!

- Check the semen.
- Can't get my
fucking trousers off.

Nippy, in't it?

Is it good? Is it all there?
It's a funny colour.

How do we know you haven't swapped
- that?
- With what?

What would we switch it with in this
- time? Our own?
- Ridiculous.

Fine, but we'll be testing it, yeah?

And if that is not film-star
splat... (CHUCKLES)

..I'll be coming after every single
one of you with a fucking scythe.

- What's a scythe?
- I have no idea.

Come on then.
Why does he never say owt?

- Right. Here's your fat friend.
- Oh,
- lads.
- Cardi, you all right, love?

Mind them pigs.
Come on, love. You all right?

Good lad. Dude, dude, dude.

Fucking touching.
They said they were gonna

t-throw me
in the fucking slurry pit.

Well, we're fucking here now, aren't
- we?
- Let's go then.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- You're joking?
Fucking hell.

Go on then, fuck off.
Nice jacket that.

They were designer them.

This is fucking Jim.
Candy from a fucking baby.

I should have stayed in t'nick.

Get in.

- Did you get bummed?
- No, I didn't get
fucking bummed, dude. Get in the van.

- We'll have some chips.
- Let's get
- t'radio on.
- Sorry about the trouble.

All right.(MUTTERS)

- Do you want chips, Cardi?
- Who's gonna
go in? We're all naked.

Mr McCann.

Hello.

My name's Erin.

I'm a friend of Vincent O'Neil.

And?

I've got a proposal.

It's me mum. She's dead, Vinnie.
We want our money.

- Get him!
- Jesus.(YELLING)
Arh!

If you're looking for a free
funeral, you can go fuck yourself!

I'm burying his mam with dignity.
- Fuck's sake.
- Amazing knees.

- Dickhead.
- They're smashers.

There's not a thing on this list we
- won't have done.Buried at sea?
- Fuck.

(SHRIEKS)
No, we've got a situation.
We've got a situation as well.

Don't fucking come in here!
Argh! (SHRIEKS)