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The following program contains very strong language and adult humor.

I'm being stalked. Being stalked by who?

By an eye in the sky.

Oh, for God's sake. What have you taken?

I have had a fucking drone follow me for the last two hours.

And everywhere I go, it's just there.

Worrying. Watching me. Couple of them, you know, Amazon delivery thingies. Not

fucking thing.

Michael, it's not Skynet.

You fucking clown.

How do you know he's following you?

Because I tried to fucking lose it.

I fucking ran away and I hid.

And he was just there.

Like a creepy winged beast.

Have you got any enemies?

Eh, no, no.

I'm all peace, love and happiness, sister.

Only beef I've got is with fucking HMRC.

Fucking HMRC aren't after you, you daft twat.

Look, this is big brother.

This is fucking big. This is Orwell, this. Give over. Listen, just chill the

fuck out. Get him a brandy.

Just let's rationalise it a bit. I feel like I'm in an episode of Black Mirror.

You know a good one, not one of them weird ones where they try and be funny.

How long do they stay in the air for?

Like, 45 minutes max. I mean, it's only a small lithium polymer battery.

God, it's not sexy knowledge, is it? Well, this polymethyl -y battery, 40

fucking minutes, wait till the bastard lands, and then you've got your drone

infidel, haven't you? That, actually, is a very good idea.

Thanks, Steve.

Would you do that for me, brother?

Of course I will. We'll all do it, won't we? No, no.

Thank you.

I can't do it now, because I've got a lot of shit to do. I've got to go and

Dr Chris.

Fucking... Just let me know how you get on. See you later, everyone.

Careful out there.

Had we but world enough and time, this coyness lady were no crime.

But time is short, so now let us sport us while we may.

See what he's doing?

No. He's saying to his mistress, look, we're wasting time here, let's get to

sweetheart.

Pluck the day, Vinnie. I get it, and in principle, fantastic.

In reality, we've got shit to do. Gotta make dinner, gotta wash up, gotta put

your bins out. But sometimes I just wanna fucking stay in my shack.

I just don't want to see anyone or speak to them. You've got to find the joy in

the small things.

But like what, though? Like anything, everyday stuff. Like... Look, I

befriended a squirrel.

Really? Yeah.

This little squirrel.

Sweet little thing. He lives outside my window. I put a little bit of ciabatta

out for him. Ciabatta?

Yeah. He shoots straight off his tree, comes straight down, picks it up.

He's looking at me with his little black beady eyes. And he's thinking, thank

you, human daddy.

I promise you, Vinnie, some days that's the best thing that happens to me all

day. Oh, fuck off. What's his name?

He's called Squirrel Nibbles. That's so lame, dude. You just made that up there.

Yeah, you did. I did not.

That's such a shit name for him, dude. I love you, human daddy.

Super lame, dude. He's my furry son.

Ask him about the squirrel.

Don't tell everyone.

It's a DJI Mini 4.

Excellent picture quality.

What's it like being married to an NPC?

What's MCP?

Just ignore her. You can fuck off, NPC.

I invited you on this bloody task.

What does it mean?

Non -playable character.

It's not even fucking accurate, OK? Because an NPC is devoid of

and decision -making.

Oh, it's lowering.

Fuck.

Right,

head eastwards.

What does that mean? Fucking left or right?

Right, right.

Oh, he's turning back south. What do you mean south?

South. What fucking way am I going? You turn, you turn.

Can't you turn here?

Okay, listen, he's heading back north. Stay fucking north. Don't fucking smash

your head. What is north?

Where am I going? Fine, fine.

Left, left.

West, west.

There's a little bollocks.

Here he is. Got him. Here he is.

Oh, shit.

Oh. Just some little kid.

I'm going to photograph him.

I have never seen him before in my life.

We'll just follow him anyway, see where he goes.

He went in there.

Curtis Plum? Oh, my God!

Who are you?

Valerie Vine.

Have you been drone -stalking, my love?

Drone -stalking? No, it was him behind you.

Well, I did it for you.

Oh!

You'd better come in.

He's a good lad.

Honestly, don't be cross with him.

Now, I told him the other night that I desperately wanted to find you.

But I'd heard you were living off -grid.

Heard you didn't use tech.

Uncontactable since you... Breakdown.

Was it an epiphany?

Right, yeah.

Right. So hang on a minute, you thought the best way to contact a man that had a

breakdown was just stalking with a drone?

It was an epiphany.

Well, it's gauged his movements.

See if he were back in sight.

Well, yeah, he's been back for ages. He's a rat catcher.

Rat catcher? Yeah, you know, like in a Zen way, not for financial gain. Tried

telling that to HMRC.

What do you want him for, anyway?

Well, back in the day, Curtis was this... Remember, everything starts with

It was this rave night.

Warehouses, all super illegal and exciting.

Well, Curtis was the main DJ.

Anyway, me and my husband, Vernon, well, we met at this night that Curtis and a

couple of the others started.

We fell in love to the tunes that he played.

Frankie Knuckles, Sleazy Dick, Mr Fingers.

Are you making a show up?

His raves were our life.

The highs were like nothing you'd ever known.

It were a wicked time.

It was, Will.

It was, Will.

Long time ago.

What's that got to do with me now?

It's my Vernon. He's not well, Curtis.

Actually, let's cut the crab. He's dying.

Stage four.

They're giving him two years at the outside.

She's so sorry to hear that, pal.

And before he passes, I want us to have one last rave together.

Like it used to be. Some big whereabouts. All the old tunes playing.

And you.

Up there on the decks, taking us to heaven and back.

Listen, Val, I'm very touched. Honestly, I am.

That life, it wouldn't... It wouldn't go for me.

Please, Curtis.

Those nights were, um... They were everything to us.

For Vernon.

One last rave for a dying man.

Not that picture, this is...

The times were the times.

They can't be recreated.

Yeah, why not?

Well, your fucking generation will never understand because it was pre

-internet, it was pre -mobile.

We weren't just partying for the sake of it, we were fucking sticking it up the

establishment. I mean, you've got to remember the time as well. We've got

unemployment, we've got crime, we've got fucking BMP marches everywhere and the

fucking youth, the youth, they had nothing.

Yeah, but how's that different to now?

You know, I was just starting to get known as a DJ.

When Acid House arrived on the scene, in this fucking pill everyone were calling

empathy, then they changed the name to the more appropriate, Ecstasy. Oh, fuck,

that's a good fact, man.

And it just fucking exploded.

You should have seen the fucking numbers, the energy, the unity.

It was fucking sweat just pouring down the walls. That's very nice. People were

just hugging and dancing. It was this fucking togetherness. The cops fucking

hated us.

They wouldn't let us operate in any of the clubs in the town, so we thought

need somewhere bigger.

There were all these derelict mills just sat empty.

What, so you just broke in and put on a night? We made sound systems that could

be dismantled. We rigged up lights. We draped a load of mad images.

We'd only reveal the venue at the very last minute.

It was flocking. There were thousands and thousands of people.

The cops had no idea.

No one could compare.

Special time and place for whatever returned.

Can you not do it for Val and Vern?

Just make it an event.

Everything starts with an E is back. That's it. All the old ravers will love

They just want to relive the past.

New ravers will come.

They want to experience what it was like.

And we can create a bit of buzz online, maybe keep the venue a secret.

Ali's right.

The people want this, dude.

Come on, Curtis.

Got to give it a go, haven't we?

Well, take your time with that or you've got to go and tell Val no.

And that'll be very sad.

No, no, no DJ

Boog

up there drapes down the side Chill out room there

mad fucking raving here

But there is a problem. Why, what is it?

I didn't create this magic on my own.

And I can't do it again without my old mate Matty Ravenscroft. Or as everyone

else knew him, the Wizard of E.

You couldn't have fucking realised this before now, no?

Matty was my maestro.

I was the orchestra creating the soundtrack, but he was down there on the

floor. You know, like a fucking oracle.

He had this...

Goatee, right? Sunglasses, pillbox hat, Aladdin slippers turned up at the toes

and big back fucking silk trousers and a whistle round his neck.

Sounds like a dickhead. And he would blow that whistle like the Pied Piper of

acid. And how do you know we're going to find him in Hallmark?

Well, I don't.

But my old mate Kenny Rogers... Don't take the pitch!

You guys don't know who Kenny Rogers is, do you? No, we don't know who Kenny

Rogers is. Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. You know Dolly Parton, don't

Yeah, we know who Dolly Parton is.

My friend Joe went on the Dolly Parton diet.

It made Jolene. Hey!

Jolene!

Finally!

Anyway, Kenny Rogers, yeah?

Yeah. Well, anyway, he's got a stall on the market.

He sells old vinyl and band memorabilia and, you know, proper old school.

He kept in touch with the gang. He even did a family tree of E. So if anyone

knows where Matty is, it's Kenny.

Curtis Plum.

Fuck my bum.

Yeah. When did I last see you?

20 years, Ken. Got to be.

20 years? Yeah. Hey, where is it you had never sprayed down?

You know, I had an epiphany, brother.

Just wanted to, you know, change my life.

Come to us all, my chacho.

Right. Can't keep that life going forever.

Catch us up with you. Now then, old school ravers, how's it all going, the

reunion? I need a friend.

I'm Vin. This is the gang.

Listen, we're putting on one of these bloody rare things you've told him. You

must be looking for Matty Ravenscroft. Correct.

You know who he is? Mystery of Matty has become something of legend.

Some said he disappeared to Thailand and become a guru.

If you want to reach him, he was only accessible by river. Truth is sadly more

tragic. What a pill sent his mind west and he retreated. But word is for the

time, he's living with his sister, Shih Tzu.

So he lives with his sister and a dog?

No, his sister's called Shih Tzu.

Back then we knew two Sues, Good Sue and Shit Sue.

Lives on the Manandoof estate.

Not sure what number. Oh, someone sent me a photo of her house on WhatsApp.

Trust me, you can't miss it. Oof.

Well, I thought the Toffs called us the Parasite Class.

Yeah, they do. But the others call the Elite the Parasites because, you know,

they steal the welcome par from the proletariat.

Meek. I can fucking hear you.

Shall we go and see if this fucker knows where her bloody brother is?

Sue. Curtis.

Remember me?

Curtis Plumb. Very same.

Thought you had a breakdown.

I know these freaks.

They're my friends.

We're looking for Matty. Oh, I know.

Why would you be after my Matthew?

You know, just catch up old times.

You see that?

They've been spraying again.

Come on.

They release chemicals from the planes. It's to manipulate the weather.

Cloud feeding.

Operation Cumulus.

They want us to believe global warming's a thing.

They want to keep us scared.

First it was terrorism, then Covid, and now it's the planet burning up. And it's

all mapped out. It's amazing.

It's a lot of stuff to map out.

You know everything they tell you on the news is a lie. Because all of the

secret media organisations are in the pockets of the government. And all of

government are in the pockets of their secret leaders. And those secret leaders

are secretly injecting themselves with the blood of young children to boost

their energy, health and vitality.

But ask yourselves this.

What do they do with the bodies of those children once they've soaked their

blood? God, is it any wonder that there are so many kids going missing in this

world and nobody is talking about it?

There's biscuits in the tin if anybody wants any. Sick.

So, Matty, soon?

Probably listening in to this.

So we haven't got long.

He was too radical, Curtis, because his brain was like a supercomputer and they

didn't want him starting a revolution.

With the, um, the parathonic class?

Yes, exactly.

Mm -hm.

We had people bugging the phones, you know, and then one day, boom!

They disappeared.

Sorry, Susan, you don't have any jammy dodgers. There's some pink wafers in

there.

Tell us what happened, love.

The state grabbed him, and God knows what they've done to him. The twisted

bastards. They probably tortured him, removed his brain, as if they could

harness some of his genius.

Neither that, they've probably put him in one of their secret prisons for

dissidents and radicals.

Right.

Right. Right.

Well, go on, what do you think of that?

Me what?

Maybe she's right, you know.

I mean, Matty was a radical in his way, you know. He did have the power to

inspire. He did make people think differently.

Yeah, but he wasn't snatched by the fucking state, though, was he? Bloody

man. It's madness.

It is.

Psst.

Who does a pist?

Psst.

Are you looking for Uncle Matty?

Yeah.

Mum talks a load of crap.

He left because he couldn't stand her.

This is years back.

He met an old crush on Facebook, Angie Rose, and then went to go live with her

in Goa.

Angie Rose?

Goa. That's in India, isn't it?

Last I heard.

Right. Cheers for that.

Angie Rose, do you know her?

Know her?

Oh, yeah.

I know her.

Angie was my first love.

She was a female bouncer before it was fashionable.

Strong she was.

She could really throw me around.

She had strong thighs.

When she had me clamped between them, it was like entering a tunnel of bliss.

All right, we're getting quite close to the line of too much information there.

No, seriously, she was gifted.

Soft and sensual, but powerful.

And domineering.

And he's crossed it.

Angie Rose, was it? She took some cash off a gangster, so she turned a blind

to his boys selling drugs in the club where she worked. A few weeks later,

another gang comes in asking the same thing. She tells them the score. They

leave, extremely displeased. Why? What happened?

Well, it was just a normal Friday.

Angie had been to the gym. She'd come to pick me up so we could drive home.

So we're getting out of the car, and suddenly we hear the screech of tyres.

And there's a Ford Escort come shirking towards us. And then I see a gun coming

out the window.

Angie's like, we need to make a run for it. They're going to come back for us.

Never heard it.

Was she okay?

She got it in the leg.

Hospital saved her, just.

Thank God for that.

That was the start of the end then, you know.

This beautiful utopia had been turned into guns and gangs.

You know what?

This is not going to work out, all this.

What?

I'm going to bell up that val. I'm going to tell her. I'm just going to tell

her. But the curse, I think I found her.

I thought she got married last year. Look.

This is Angie, right?

So beautiful.

Hang on.

That's not Mattie. The groom.

Who is that, then? I've no idea.

Oh, my God.

Ah.

The priest.

The priest is Mattie Ravenscroft.

Can I help you?

I very much hope so.

I am looking for a particular cheese.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Do you happen to have a panties gone?

I'm afraid not, no. Shame.

What about a timber doodle?

Tickle more?

No. No, sorry.

Dirt lover?

No. How about a stinking bishop?

That, I think we do have, actually.

Just wait there, I'll go check.

Marvellous. Take your time, sweetheart.

It's for a very special friend.

A big cheese, you might say.

Honestly, you're such a fucking idiot. Why didn't you lock the van?

I did. You didn't fucking lock it. Oh, fuck off. If you hadn't have got drunk

with fucking Ashy in the first place. You're making that sound like an

accusation. That is wild.

All that shit was in their face.

Honestly, your negativity is really bumming me out right now. Can you stop?

you're ridiculous.

Fuck off.

Oh, fucking perfect.

Just when you think the day couldn't get anywhere.

Is something wrong? Yeah, something's fucking wrong.

Perceptive, as ever.

You have a new girlfriend, then?

Yeah.

Lesbians?

Yeah.

What?

No, it's just that... I don't get it with lesbians. I mean, it's like

vegetarians, isn't it?

Saying that they don't want meat and then stuffing fucking mung bean moussaka

fucking beetroot bangers into themselves.

And all they should be doing is notching down on some proper meat.

What the fuck are you on about?

They're just sapons. A bit of a contradiction, isn't it? Oh, my God.

wrong with you?

I don't mind.

I mean, it's the sight of two women getting it on together. Oh, my God. Oh,

fucking God.

It's a beautiful thing. He's not my own daughter.

I don't know. I can't think about that now. There are other women, but not the

butch ones.

Just nice ladies.

Will you shut the fuck up? What the fuck are we going to do, Faye? We're fucking

homeless. I don't fucking know. Any bright ideas to bring to the table?

What do you mean you're homeless?

Our fucking van has been nicked.

Everything's gone.

Fuck. Oh.

Can we stay at mine?

Yours?

What, at the farm?

Oh, yeah, until you get yourself sorted.

You can show your intended way you grew up.

Be nice.

Same old shit all then.

Eh?

This used to be her bedroom.

Still got some of her old school books in there.

She was smart.

Before she got involved with tow rags and no mark.

No offence.

Yeah, no, none taken.

Right, well, you know where everything is, more or less, so, er... Make

yourselves at home.

And if you're going to have any rumpy pumper, keep the noise down.

Hey, same goes for me if I bring back a lady friend.

Lady friend?

You know, fucking porno, whatever.

You know what I'm saying.

I can't do it.

Fuck me.

Fucking hell.

I hated this place.

Just thought the smell just brings it back, you know.

My mum, she had this, like, sadness hanging over her.

Yeah, probably because she was married to him.

Yeah, probably.

Look, get this through a few days, all right?

Until we find somewhere else.

It does smell weird in here.

Yeah, I know.

Smells really bad.

Everything starts with an E. Despite being posted anonymously, we've managed

trace the original IP address.

You might be surprised who it belongs to.

Hmm.

What my daughter does is her business.

And even if I knew anything about her activities or where she's living, which

don't, I wouldn't fucking tell you two cunts.

You must be proud of how she's turned out, your Allerton.

Hanging around with scum like Vinnie O 'Neill, getting involved with illegal

activities. No, I'm not happy.

But there's one way it could have been worse.

She could have been a fucking piggy.

Oink, oink.

Now fuck off!

I'm hearing on the grapevine that you had a little visit from Curtis Plumb,

for reasons best known to himself, has been hanging out with these two losers.

Who's told you that?

Oops. It's only Tiffany's greatest.

Deserves snapping.

Well, hello. What's this section, Kenny?

Rare and collectible. What about?

Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.

On pink vinyl.

Breaking that would be a crime.

Mirror noises.

About an illegal rave, Ken.

Possibly Vincent O 'Neil and his gang of scrotty friends involved.

I'm not a grass, Mr Slater.

Oh, fuck me dickhole! Fine!

Tell you what I fucking know.

So I did a facial recognition search and... Bingo.

Let's have a look.

Look at that bloody moustache. What's his name there?

He's changed it to Reverend Raptor.

He's at a church 40 miles away.

Are you sure that's him, dude? Definitely him. Yeah, but he doesn't

fucking he would.

It's him.

Mattie Ravenscroft.

A priest.

Fucking mind -blowing. Oof.

I need a drink.

Come on, Vin. For Val and Vern. We've got to make it happen.

I know. We've just got to keep bloody preparations up, don't we? Fucking

Generator. You know I was going to have that kind of shit. Fucking Chinese

dance. No. I'm not going seeing that Chinese gun. Not for a minute. No, you

can't say that.

Wait till you see him. Hey, I'll tell you something else. You can take this

fucker with you. Always gets lippy on the price. He'll screw us over.

Fuck that. I'm not going with that fucking NPC.

NPC?

Yeah.

Would an NPC do that? You fucking zoomer.

I'm staying here.

Yes?

It's us.

It's the Chinese, Dan. Who's us?

The people that you can see.

I know you.

We're with Titan Security, so I'm going to need names. Titan Security on your

warehouse that sells knock -off gear?

Don. Don Key.

Mick.

That wasn't hard, was it?

Don Key?

Yeah.

Fine.

Calvin says that you're in the market for a large generator.

Yeah, biggest thing to lay your hands on. Oh, I'm getting my hands on a big

Now, why would you be wanting one of them?

What business is that of yours?

I'll tell you what business it is of mine, a person I've never met before in

life. I don't let my stock leave here and be used for criminal enterprises.

Look, it's for a huge rave night.

Yeah, for a couple that fell in love, raving, and the bloke's dying.

Oh, it's like a love request, like I should have said.

I used to be a raver.

What? When?

Techno, techno, techno.

Give it to me now.

Techno. Techno, techno.

Pump it, pump it, pump it.

Techno, techno, techno.

Pump me up, pump me up. Techno, techno.

Good God.

Yeah, so we need a generator and some lights and how much do you want for them

speakers? They're good speakers, them.

Shall we say three grand all in?

Three grand? Fuck off. All right, two five, but that's me going out on a limb.

Grand, final offer.

Grand.

Why don't you take this shirt too?

Please stuff me back.

You might as well have it. That's what you want. And I'll tell you what else

can have as well. Why don't you have this lovely mess?

Leave it on. Go on.

That's what you're asking for. Everything I've got.

JJ, just fucking pay him. His fucking belly button's about to swallow me. All

right, listen.

Generator, them lights over there, speakers, two grand, all right? Two

Why don't you just take my fucking trousers? Take them, dickhead!

From my legs! Take them, dickhead!

Hello,

gorgeous.

Can you smell that?

That is a Dorset Blue Vinny. Oh, it's a heart.

Crumbly cheese with blue veins, which I thought was quite appropriate, given our

mutual friend, Vincent.

Now you listen here, Joey.

If you don't play ball, it could be the last smell that you ever smell.

I do not take death threats lightly, nor do

I like suspicious summonings to car parks.

So here's my offer to you, right?

You either work with me, Or you work against me. Capisce?

You

run,

run, run, little damey, to wherever of all you came from. Because when I find

you, I'm going to turn you and everything you treasure into fucking

You may have any of that.

No, brother.

Good.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I've taken a lot of drugs.

I've had sex with a lot of women.

I've not always been faithful.

And I've encouraged people.

Not a path of hedonism and debauchery.

But I did it all with the best human being I have ever known.

Curtis.

Curtis Flom.

Matthew Ravenscroft.

Oh, my God.

to the wizard.

Me and Angie were good together for a while in Goa.

We've travelled a bit, but we tried to keep up with the alternative lifestyle,

you know.

Plenty of skunk, plenty of uppers, downers, you name it.

But we weren't getting any younger. And the people we were partying with, they

ended up looking like our children.

You know, things move on without you realising.

Eventually, me and Angie, we broke up.

It wasn't acrimonious, it had just run its course, but I was in this terrible

place.

Bad come down.

Paranoid.

And I'm sat at the side of this dusty road, and this car pulls opposite,

stops outside this crappy store to get some drinks. The window's open.

I heard the song.

It's Save the Prayer by Jaron Jaron.

Save the Prayer?

Yeah, and it got me thinking about my dad and how religious he was and how I

pushed all that aside.

And then, like a rush.

Like a kind of epiphany.

Exactly.

Yeah?

It hit me.

and I knew I had to give myself to God.

Wow. And first word I saw after thinking this was raptor, which means soulful.

That's why I changed my name.

Mate, you had a rave in your surname.

Listen, there's this couple, Fallon Vernon and... Vernon's dying.

And they fell in love because of us back in the day.

So I've agreed to put one last rave on for him.

I want you by my side.

I'm not the wizard anymore, Curtis. You are. Yes, you are. Because it's inside

you.

What we did weren't so different.

It was spiritual. We lifted him up. We showed him God.

It was all chemicals.

Inflated.

Jesus turned water into wine, brother.

Just because you're older doesn't mean them feelings aren't real.

fell in love.

They saw a different way of being and they may not stay with him.

Everyone, I want you to put your motherfucking hands together and

let me introduce you to a very, very special friend of mine.

Please welcome the within of me.

Nobody move!

This is a raid.

Stay exactly where you are.

What the fuck do you lot want? You're fucking ruining it.

This is illegal entry, and I have it on good authority that there's an

unlicensed event taking place at this venue this very evening.

Yeah, and where have you heard that?

Oh, Kenny Rogers told me. Fucking Kenny Rogers.

Wait till I see him. He's a gay team.

Secure the building.

There'll be no rave happening here.

Yeah, check it with you.

Hi, Shoes.

Hey, uh, wait till your bishop is about this.

I shall pray for you.

Mm, all right, Ali Bongo.

Off you fuck to your pantomime.

When it's only a game.

Getting harder these days When I feel

Because you're a grown woman. Fuck off!

Your mother, she had anxiety.

Crippling anxiety.

And paranoia.

Could barely get through the fucking day.

You were little.

You didn't understand.

So, yeah, I drank.

And, yeah, I flirted with other women.

Because...

Fucking being out there was fucking better than being in here with her.

You had two kids.

Didn't we make you happy?

Of course you did.

You know, I don't remember once you fucking reading me a bedtime story.

Not once you picking me up from school.

I don't have one single memory of you showing me that you loved me and that

wanted me and that you cared for me like her father should do to his fucking

daughter. That's not true.

I've always been proud of you.

I used to tell people down the pub how clever you were.

I used to fucking have you on the tractor.

So many.

And you'd be giggling.

But you forgot that because she poisoned you again. That's a load of fucking

crap. It's bullshit. And do you know how I know that? Because I fucking wrote it

down. I used to write stories.

No, you did.

And there's one up there.

The fucking lonely lion in that fucking dusty old fucking bedroom.

And I got a fucking A star.

An A star on it. Do you know why it was so good?

Because the lonely lion, who was fucking tougher than anyone else in the fucking

jungle, but broken inside, it was about me, wasn't it?

I wrote it about fucking me.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I know I've never been any good at this. Go inside.

Alison! No, I'm serious. Just fuck off.

You're too old for this shit. You'll catch your death.

Alison!

Fucked is what we are. We've got no light. We've got no bloody generator.

got no fucking deck.

Go on. This is fucking Carl's play, this, to a shagging thief.

Fuck me.

Are you sure that he shags dogs? You fucking poodles. He's bloody bummed. Why

would you choose poodles?

No, no.

No, no, I wouldn't bum any dog.

But if I did, it certainly wouldn't be a fucking poodle.

They don't even have a nice face.

Oh, my God.

Well, which dog would you choose, then?

I wouldn't bum any dog. No, if you had to. I wouldn't bum any dog. No, if you

had to.

Red Setter.

Straight in with Red Setter. Well, he's telling Fallon Vernon then.

I can't tell a dying man we've fucked up his love request. It's terrible.

You won't have to.

Carl Slater might have the law on his side, but I have a much bigger man in my

corner.

Those who stand firm during testing are blessed.

Cops used to try and thwart us all the time back in the 80s, and when they did,

we had to find another way.

Yeah. I know a venue.

The rest is down to you guys.

Hallelujah!

You're with it. Amen.

The aim of this government is to make everyone as miserable as possible.

You're in the ask, aren't you?

And not in a good way.

Well, that girl must have cracked then. People are coming in big numbers.

They're heading in the direction they've been told.

Ready, please?

Oh, yeah. Oh, my God.

That's fucking sick.

Come on.

Hey, how's it going?

Yeah, good. You all right? Benny looks sick.

I think it's almost ready.

You can release the location.

You sure?

Oh, poor man.

Poor big man.

Sorry to interrupt your home time, sir, but have you seen the email I've sent

you? Email? What email?

Kenny Rogers sent his intel.

The rave's back on.

What?

Fuck it. Are you in the bathroom?

A devil of fucking pain!

I think we've been misinformed, sir. Oh, you fucking think?

I'm going back to that twat Rogers and I'm going to smash every single piece of

vinyl that I can get my hands on.

Hey.

I love you so much, son.

I love you.

Papadium, Christopher.

I'm so fucking lonely.

Come here.

You're not so bad, you sad old cunt.

Is this because you're off your face?

No, it's because you're my dad.

I can get you a bloke who pretends to be dead. He's very cheap, very amenable.

No, somebody already dead.

Where's the body?

Coroner's. Right, hold on to your hat.

We're going to have any chance of walking a dead body on a main street.

Halloween.

Right, let me get you.

He's got the wrong fucking mummy.

He's drunk driving with a stolen corpse.

Fuck off!

Any questions?