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That's me. Joe.

And that's Piggy.

Piggy was an avenger.

He fixed what I couldn't and realigned everything.

Piggy had a philosophy and confidence that carried me.

Piggy gave me his version of freedom.

But to tell my story, I have to tell you about Piggy, and all the violence.

And how I became part of it.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

At the beginning of that year I started work as a messenger.

I had to deliver packages, letters...all sorts of things.

Whereever it was needed.

This is the first job I'd had in years.

I'd been too shy to work.

- I didn't even like going out the door. - You drunk on Friday night?

- No. - Whatever...He was all over that fat fuck.

- What? - And I think you actually talking to people.

This wasn't a good job for me.

I found it hard being so close to other people.

And the more I was around them, the less I felt part of their world.

Maybe we all feel like that these days.

Being constantly among them meant I could sense the potential danger in most situations.

- Drop off. - Thank you!

- What's your name? - John.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

And the rest of my days were much the same.

But they ???? slightly differently.

Staring at things I can't have.

Trying to have a whole night's sleep.

And that was pretty much how I was living.

Progression of the almost sane.

Travel to work. Work. Get numb. Try to sleep.

Travel to work. Work. Get numb. Try to sleep.

Hello, Harve.

What you bolting the door for? Not men. Not a woman.

- Come in. - Alright, little brother.

- What's with the paintings, mate. Fuckin' 'orrible. - Yeah. They were here when I moved in and

- I didn't really think about it. - It's a bit weird, mate.

Here, give us a hug.

You know you're a proper little misery, don't ya?

- Here. - Just one.

- You always were. - I just like my company, you know.

Back for a while, heh?

- You'll hold my gear-shit, right?. - That's right.

- Wantta come and meet Claire? - Yes.

- Yeah? - What?

- You fancy her. - No, mate! One guy knew 'er after you.

That was ages ago.

I'm only joking, she wouldn't go near you anyway.

Is that yours?

Yeah. It wasn't expensive.

- Here. - Oh, mate. Don't.

Shut up.

We'll see ya.

I thought I looked alright there. You looked like a twat.

What are you actually doing with yourself at the moment?

I wait...wait to decide.

Trampin' around?

You have to do something, mate. Aim at something. You're better than that.

Yes.

When you's a kid and ya got interested in something, you'd go right after it with a focus.

- You seem like you're ????. - Something'll come up.

- Hmm? - Yeah! Don't worry.

I do worry.

- What's that? - Nothin'. Just some bunch of woolies.

One of the reasons I hate London.

- Go on. Go on. - Say...Say bye, guys. Bye, bye, bye.

Hey. Love you, babe, love you.

- Don't keep staring at them, they might come over. - Oh, fuck 'em, anyway.

- Hey! - Hey, you! Hey!

Ah, you all right?

- Look at you! - There you are.

- Come here. - Get right in, man.

- Town and dancing, is that it? - Yeah.

- You want a dry wine? - I don't drink anything.

And the year seemed to be better from there.

Things just all mixed together.

- Marco! This is my little brother. - How are you?

- Jeff, my brother, Joe. - Hello.

- Hey, mate! - Yeah?

- Alright, then? - Yeah.

Give me your fuckin' money, guv. You fuckin' do it or I'll kill you, guv.

Fuckin' hurry up. Go on, then!

Sorry.

- I know you. - What? What?

Perfect!

- Hello. - Hello, mate.

How's it going?

Yeah, it's good. But I can meet you tonight, we're goin' down to Prince.

Nah, nah, I'm alright.

- It's important because of that ???? that you ????. - I know. I-I just don't-I don't fancy it.

- You owe me 50 quid and I want it back. - I don't have 50 quid.

I'm joking, mate. I just want to see ya.

What time?

When this thing's come, my boys,

shit on the menu is "the biggest bad burger

in the world", I was going, "Yeah, yeah, alright".

- It's like... - Get out!

Yeah. It's like three hanburgers in it, bacon, ham, eggs,

hundreds and thousands packed together. If one of them ???? slide, come out like that.

He's pushing the burger down like that,

- Jesus - squishing it so he can get it in his mouth.

"Would you want to dismantle that, mate?" We're "No, I don't want to dismantle nothing."

Opened his mouth as wide as he can,

- slammed it into his mouth. - Yeah?

- There's a cocktail stick in the middle of the ????. - Nah, man!

- I'm sorry, mate. - Sit down, you cunt.

- Look where you're goin'. Don't be fuckin' shit, mate. - He's your mate?

Who the fuck is this? You're just a ripe beanerberry?

- What? - Oh, you want a poke to match your shirt, do you?

- What'll you fuckin' do? - Hey, hey, you all!

- Hey! - Hey, hey, hey, hey! He got it.

Calm down, you ????!

- Go on, go back with your little mate. - otherwise you're ????.

You're a long way out of your depths, mate. You're done.

- Alright, alright. What? - I'm cool, Graham, I'm cool.

- I'm all right. - ????, making waves is...

- I went that! - Anytime you feel strong, mate!

Get them the fuck out of here.

- Fuckin' Fuck off! - What

- He's still punching it. - What?!

- He's smashing a plate she's made. - It's alright, I went black.

- Damn... - Wait...

- Know who that is? - I ain't sure.

- Fucking idiot. - There's always mufflers, you know.

- Fuck off. - Glad you made me a assist.

- Like hell. - Lucky, mate.

- Do we have another drink-fight, William? - Lucky.

Leave it, will you.

Shot.

Who's shot was that? Johnny's?

- Wishy-washy. Wishy...Wishy-Washy. - My grandma...!

- Shot! - Shot!

- Yeah, that...Jamie, that's sweet. - I'm lucky.

Good, yeah? I fuckin' know that smile, you cunt. I fuckin' know that smile.

Arghh!

The assholes kept on threat...

Look, John, John. Just between us, I don't want you to get beaten up or nothin'. Alright?

- I'm going home. - Already?

- Tired, you know. - Hey, you're next, man.

- John. No more fight. - Don't worry about it, I'm still in love with you.

They'll have to come through me to get to you, mate.

- Tired, you know. - Yeah?

Long day.

Alright. Come here.

Alright. Reconvene in a week.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You can take me out on that money you owe me.

Holy ????!

Not for so more of this bollocks, I'll tell you that.

Hi?

What?

When?

Hey. You got John Burgess, came in this morning.

- Eh, I-I'm his brother. - Through to screen 5.

- 5? Where's 5? - It's at ????'s row.

Claire.

It's so bad!

Hey, bro. Ya remember me, yeah?

- That's right. Remember me? - You fuckin' cunt!

Remember, you cunt?! Huh!

Fuckin' dead!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fucking...

You can't hurt me, so quit stalkin' me.

Push me! Hey!

Nurse! Nurse!

There were enought people there to justify a unfulfilled life.

I always think it's good to make family proud,

and have something to cling onto in days like those.

That morning I got ???? and drunk.

So I forgot the day ever happened.

The time just sort of merged.

Life just sorta happened.

Nothing meant anything because nothing stood out.

It was like trying to see with a floodlight into ya.

My best friend had gone. I didn't know where I was, or who I could blame.

Or how I could punish them for what they'd taken from me.

But I did know one thing.

And that was those people guilty of John's murder wasn't afraid then,

But they should have been.

Hello, mate. You alright?

Yeah.

- Do I know you? - Yeah.

When you was a kid, I knew your brother.

Alright.

Do you, eh, you got a minute? I wantta talk to you.

Safety first, I like it.

I like this, Joe. Fuckin'...nice and cozy.

Homely.

- What do you want? - Saw about what happened.

Terrible thing. Terrible thing what happened.

- Well, how'd you know me? - Me and John, we knew each other for years.

We went to school together.

Yeah. Yeah, I think I recognize you.

I, eh...

- I read about what happened. - That's why you're here?

Yeah...Yeah.

Hey?

Lovely.

Who are you?

I'm Piggy, Joe.

You call me Piggy. Everyone calls me that.

Yes. I think I remember you from when I was a kid.

Mind if I sit down?

Nice.

A terrible thing, what happened.

Yeah.

You know, it just seems like...

It seems like nothing ever gonna be done about it.

- I know. - You know what I mean?

Someone should do something about it, Joe.

- Yeah. - And you must be angry.

- Yeah, I am. - Yeah, I'd be angry. I'd be some fuckin' angry.

A terrible thing, what happened.

So bad.

- Your own brother. - Yeah.

Hm. Your own flesh and blood.

Your brother, Joe.

You see, when these things like this happen...

- nothing seems to get done about it. - That what it feels like.

- Nothing gets done. - That's true.

Unless you do something yourself.

Yeah.

It really is a terrible thing, what happened.

Well, I'm glad I come to see you, Joe. I'm glad we had this little chat, really nice to catch up.

- Yeah, it was. - I'll see you again, eh?

- Absolutely. - Yeah.

I'm always mooching about. I'll pop in, say hello.

I'll see meself out.

I dreamed about Piggy.

At work, I thought about him all day.

Where I'd seen him before. Where he come from.

I saw him more and more often.

I told him about everything that happened. And he said he wanted to help me put it right.

It felt good to have someone caring about me, like he said he did.

- I bought you something. - Why?

- Hope this can make you feel better. - Really?

- Wish I could cheer you up. - What is it?

- Well, I thought on how much you love cooking... - Right.

- You love cooking, didn't ya? - Yeah, of course I do.

Have a look in here, though. Check that bad boy out.

- Eh, you love cooking, didn't ya? - Yeah, I did.

- And for cooking, you need a sharp knife. - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah? How neat is that?

- Thanks, mate. Really nice of ya. - Don't mention it, mate. It was my pleasure.

See, the people I'm talking about, Joe...

They're the good, like me and you.

Or they're the fuckin' bad, the evil.

The monsters, Joe.

But you've got to stop with the fear, mate.

You can get the world to bend to your will.

Whatever that is.

Use lies, use force.

Use anything.

See, my old nan used to say:

"If you can't get something, boy...fuckin' take it."

Trust me, Joe. I wantta help you.

Why'd you want to help me?

Because I loved your brother. I loved him, Joe.

And I know these people.

You want my help, don't you, Joe?

You want me to help with things?

Yes.

Yes.

Right. Let's go out.

Out? Now?

Out. Now.

You and me.

But I've got something for you, Joe.

That I wantta show ya.

You'll like it. It's another gift.

Do you see now?

Remember 'im?

Yes.

Come on!

Do do anything, or say anything.

Just follow me.

Hello!

- Yeah? - Sorry to interrupt your, eh, evening stroll.

- Do you know 'im? - Who the fuck are you?

No, no, no, you know him. Look a bit closer. Look.

You know him. You definitely know him! Look closer.

You know him.

- But I don't know you, man! - Hit him.

I ain't never seen you ????.

Hit him.

No...

Joe! Joe!

Joe!

It's all right, Joe! It's all right, mate. Joe, it's all right, mate. It's all right.

Joe! Joe! It's all right. It's all right

You'll be all right. You'll be all right.

He just won't rob you no more.

Hopefully he won't rob anyone.

It's all right, mate. Joe!

It's all right. It's all right.

Ah, shit. Come on.

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

Let it go. Just walk away, all right?

Shit, Joe. It's only me.

Joe, calm!

- Oh, it was a joke, mate. - He was only joking!

Yeah?

Piggy told me what I should and shouldn't part with from people.

What's an acceptable amount I should take

before standing up, taking control. Before hittin' back.

He would point out an incident and tell me how it should have been dealt with,

In order to minimize major injury or irreversible damage.

This is London, Joe. Take it in.

The fear in people's eyes.

He would explain body language and ???? to me.

things I've never really considered before.

You know, your brother used to talk about you all the time.

- Did he? - Hmm.

Two minutes, Joe.

Piggy said that he did not want kill anyone innocent.

So he devised a plan to kidnap one of them and get them to tell us exactly who was involved.

He said if we got this wrong, we'd be no better than they were.

His plan made sense to me, because it meant there would be no unnecessary victims.

Perfect.

This...is what we need to start with.

What?

- Why are you laughing? - It's a pig's rubber nose.

Yeah. And you're gonna wear it when we go out.

- Why? - Coz we need a disguise, Joe.

Say what?

No one's seen us yet. But they might, they probably will.

And if they do, the first thing that'll get their attention...is a disguise.

- That's what they'll remember, too. - Alright.

Now...

The more stupid the disguise...

...The more they won't be able to see past it...Think about it.

All they'll remember...is this pig nose.

And believe me, if this silly nose is the last thing they see before they die...

they arrive in Hell humiliated.

Psychology, right?

It's fucking great, I'm tellin' ya.

Another hour, it'll be dark.

- Don't know what to say to her. - Don't answer it, then.

You alright? You're outside?

Give me a minute, I'll let you in...

Better hide in the other room.

Don't ya fuck this, Joe.

You're not focused.

Hey, you.

I just miss him.

That's all it is. I...

I don't know how I'm supposed to process it all.

- Nothing getting better. It's not healing. - You don't know what you need.

And the fact that-that someone did it to him, it wasn't an accident. Somebody did...

- I'm sorry. I know he's your brother... - No. That's alright.

You know, I'm not an angry person. I care about people. I'm not hateful.

- I know you don't. - But if I could...

Hearing of his ????...

Just...How are you supposed to live with this in your head for the rest of your life?

It's like they took not only his life, but his past, too.

Because you can't think about him without thinking about them.

No.

You okay?

Yeah, I am, yeah.

How do you take it?

What I'm doin' is copin'.

John loved you dearly.

Do you think they'll ever catch them, Joe?

They'll be caught.

Promise.

Alright.

- Now we know there was five of 'em. - Yeah.

One by one, Joe.

One by one.

A very happy bunch.

The one in the blue.

We follow him. Find out where he lives.

- Let us go. - Down, boy.

Boy. Hey, boy.

He's on his own.

Hmm. Put your nose on.

We don't fuck about here, Joe.

When I tell you to, go and get the car. Don't think about it, just do it.

- What're you goin' do? - Get the car.

- What? - Get the car.

Ready? Come on.

Get the car.

Run.

Taking it off.

Do you know why you're 'ere?

Pull his gag out.

What is this?

What are you fuckin' doing? I'll ???? a fuckin'...

Get me out of here! Fuck! You're fucking dead, you understand me? Fucking dead!

You're in no fuckin' position to swear to anyone.

Calm down!

- Calm down! - Aargh! Aargh!

Guess what...

I know you know who killed John.

I can fucking guarantee you were there.

Not me, mate. Not! Me!

I know there was 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 of ya.

Just tell me who they are.

Save yourself.

I do not know what you're talking about.

Yes, you fucking do.

I'll find them.

I'll fuckin' find them.

I'll kill 'em all.

I'm gonna start with you.

- Yah. - I don't know anything.

I'm gonna start with you.

Oh, fuck!

Come on. He'll break.

How much? That's always a bad way.

He'll be fine.

Yeah, this is Joe.

I'm not gonna be coming in today, because you know how I think...

I don't feel very well-very good.

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow, probably.

- I told you I had to move out, didn't I? - No.

Can't afford my place without that dickhead, Justin.

- Must be over, then? - Yes.

- I didn't like him. - Why not?

Who knows. Didn't, though.

- You can help me move out, if you want. - What?

Did you heard that they've arrested some people about John?

- No. - A local paper just said something about...

"Being arrested in connection...", I think. They were released in 'earings.

- I don't think they care if anyone ever gets caught. - Yeah.

I'm sorry to go on about it.

That's alright. I don't feel like it's over with anyways.

You do know this is real, right?

Yeah.

- What's the matter? - I'm never gonna ???? again.

Yeah.

- What'd you feel like doing? - I figured just hanging about.

- What'd you feel like doing? - The same.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I kinda like that. What do you think?

- That black number? - Yeah.

- No? - Maybe. Maybe not.

- That's them...Shall we get out of here? - Hmm?

Yeah, you know. Wanna go for a walk.

Down the high street. OK?

- Where are we going? - Let's go this way.

- But you wanted to go to high street. - Yeah. Probably busy.

You're being weird.

- What you looking at? - Nothing.

- Really, where are we going? - Primrose Hill, I...I don't know.

Where'd you want to go? What do you want to do?

I want to go to Kentish Town. Alright?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Well, I don't know if I should change or just keep going the same course.

- I don't really know what to do. - Really.

- Look, eh...I need to go. - What?

I just need to go, alright? Um, I'll call you, OK?

Top of the mornin' to ya!

Get me the fuck...

Come here. In my trunk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm definitely coming.

Shh...Shh...

Alright. It's alright. Alright.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...Shh...

Oh, yeah. He's smiling, look.

He's happy. Yeah, innit ya?

Ta-da!

- What the fuck? - Hello...cunt!

What's going on?

I know...you killed John.

Now, I know...because your mate, Craig, told me.

It was Jamie. It was all fucking Jamie. It's his fuckin thing. I promise ya.

Unh, unh, unh, uhn.

You were there.

Tell the truth and shame the devil.

Yeah, I was there, but I didn't kill 'im. Please!

It was Jamie. It's always fuckin' Jamie!

It was Jamie and Andy Preston...

Frank Erswell. And Craig. Craig Raaz.

Please!!

- Jamie Ritler. - Jamie Ritler?

Yes, yeah. Yeah, Jamie Ritler. Oh, please don't kill me. I've got a kid, I've got a little girl!

Yeah. Alright, alright, alright, alright! It's alright. Calm down. You're alright.

You won't find Jamie. He's on the run already.

The next day...he got out of here.

I swear.

Please! Please! It weren't me!!

It weren't me. I swear to you.

Fuck. It wasn't meant to be.

Cough it out, cough it out! It's already, sonny.

It's alright.

Fuck the devil!

Dump his body near the wasteland.

Everything had changed for me by then, while being exactly the same.

I was a different person.

Or at least on my way to becoming one.

- What?! What?! - I'm just having fun.

- Joe... - Shut the fuck up!

- Pisshole. - What?

Jamie Ritler, in this pisshole.

- For what? - Drugs, apparently.

- Not related to John. - Fuck it.

On remand, could be in there for a long fucking time.

I think we should lay low for a while.

Yeah...

Maybe not.

Now I want to know about Frank Erswell. Come on.

This will do.

A lovely night.

Do you think you're goin' die?

I don't want to die, bro.

Say you're sorry.

I am very wrong.

We really didn't mean to go that far, sir. ????.

- He's sorry. - Yes.

- I'm sorry. - Fuck.

I want a last chance.

This is revenge...

Revenge...feels fucking good.

Don't think you should spend too much time with Claire.

What? You talking about?

What I think, Joe. You know, what I think's good for you, so...

So nothing. That's got nothing to do with you.

- Well, that's not very nice, is it? - Well, I've done everything That you've asked of me.

Fuck difference does it make to you what I do.

Don't think you should get too attached, that's all. No?

- You know, you gotta keep your eye on the prize. - What prize?

The goal.

Well, I disagree.

Alright.

You disagree. Well, I've said what I think, take it or don't.

I won't.

You will.

You fuckin' will.

- Walk. - Fuckin' hell!

Fucking stinks in here!

Is he dead?

I don't know. Ask him.

Oh, Jesus! Jesus!

What're you gonna do to me? What're you gonna do?

Ohhh...

You dirty boy.

You fuckin' shit yourself!

Now, what we gonna do?

We ain't decided.

I won't tell anyone if you let me go. No, not fuckin' anyone. I swear to ya.

Swear to you on my cat's fuckin' grave, I fuckin' won't tell anyone.

Course you won't.

If my life depends on it and...

I don't...I...I don't wantta die.

- Nor did my brother. - Nor did John.

Your brother?

I-I didn't know.

Why would you? "Who are you" asking is so personal.

- I told you, and believe me, it wasn't me. - You were fuckin' there.

- It was Jamie. - You were there.

It was them! It was fucking Jamie!

- You were there. - Yes!

Yeah, but Jamie's locked away.

What? Wha-wha. What-What do you mean?

- He's on remand. - What-What, for this?

Substances. Drugs, apparently.

I didn't fuckin' ????. fuckin' and aiding. Fuck you.

Ah, it's alright.

We'll get 'im.

Listen to me.

I'm-I'm beggin' you. I'm-I'm being ????.

Listen.

Let me go.

Let me go.

You see, we can't.

You're our insurance policy.

So, unfortunately for you, you're going to have to stay here awhile.

- Oh, fuck off! - Put your chin up.

No...????'s coming...Just let go, please.

Please don't fuckin' leave me here, please!

Please, help me. Please, don't. Just let me go, please. Please.

Please, they're fuckin' all crazy.

Please, don't fuckin' leave me in the dark, please.

I will not ???? yourself.

We move him next time, fuck with his head a bit more.

- Yes. - Please don't leave me here!

Don't fuckin' leave me here, please!

I don't wantta die...

- Hey, you! - Hey, are you around?

- What's the matter? - I need you to come over. It's Justin.

Yeah, of course.

Well, he's outside my flat and he's really drunk and he's been ???? today.

- I'm not answering it. - Calm down, alright. I'll come around.

- Just open the fuckin' door. - Oi, mate!

- Who's this little cunt? - What the fuck are you doin'? Leave. Now.

Come on and make me! Come on, I'll smash you fuckin' head in! Come on, fuckin' make me!

- I think you should just go, right? - Says who?!

- Leave! - You're just a little cunt!

- Don't talk to her like that. - Come on, then!

You're a fucking dick!

Let me see.

- Nothing even better than the way... - Way better than you think.

It's...

What?

Thank you.

- Gotta go. - But you just got here.

I know. I got things to do.

- You all right? - Yep.

Joe! Joe!

Joe....Wake up.

We're fucked!

- Fucked! We're fucked, Joe! We're fucked! - What the fuck's going on? What?

- We've been seen, on camera! - How the fuck did you get in?

The other night, when we took Craig, they got us on camera!

- Well...can't remember ????. - We're fucked.

We're fucked! That's what happening! We're fucked!

- Oh, God, finished. - We gotta finish this job tonight.

- We finish it, tonight! - I can't...

fucking do this. I need to get out!

- What the fuck! - No, Joe.

- It's all ????. - Let's get away now, then.

We get Danny, tonight! Me and you!

- ...make sense! - It does.

- No, mate. Let me think. For fuck's sake. OK? - The decision's been made for us, Joe!

I don't know what to do. Just give me a moment...

Are you gonna leave me, Joe? You're not gonna leave me, are ya?

That's not what I'm sayin'. It's just...it's a lot to take in just...

We're gonna be proactive, Joe. We get 'im when we can tonight.

We hide out, we wait a year, then we get Jamie.

It's by your hand this time, Joe.

By your fuckin' hand.

For your beautiful brother, John.

I didn't know which thoughts were mine and which were Piggy's.

It was like sharing a mind with someone.

All I had was a head full of unkind ideas that might or might not be yours.

I'd even stopped trusted my instincts, what food I liked.

Music, clothes...

Who's that? Well, come on! Who the fuck is that? Come on!

Shoot me!

Shit...

Who the fuck are you? Coming into my fuckin' house?

Well, that didn't go to plan.

I think not.

- Joe, stop me. - Pervert.

Nice one.

- I don't want this anymore. - This might work.

- Says who? - You! This is what you wanted!

Come on!

I knew what I wanted.

I wanted my brother's killers.

I wanted them dead.

But that was a fantasy.

It now felt like Piggy and I were making that a reality sordid.

That's the problem with fantasy.

The moment it's realized, it ceases to exist.

Have one. Have one ????.

Every day I waited for the police to come. Every time the phone rang, I jumped.

And every time the doorbell sounded, I hid.

By then, I hoped the killings would stop.

I hoped Piggy would go now, we'd caught everyone we could get.

And for a while everything went quiet.

But only for a while.

Joe? Joe!

Wake up, Joe!

Wake up, darling, your dinner's ready.

Joe?

Joe!

Fuck! Don't you knock?

We need to go out hunting, Joe.

What?

What the fuck you doing?

Told you what that girl was gonna do to your fuckin' mind, didn't I?

Got no idea about her, right? Leave 'er out.

We need to go out, Joe. We need to go out tonight.

What are you talking about? There's no one left.

Yes, there is. Yes, there is.

There's other people, Joe. There's other people.

You can help.

We're done!

It's over! OK?

We're not done, Joe.

We're not done, Joe!

We're not done, Joe.

We're not done.

We're not done.

We're not fucking done.

I don't even know who the fuck you are.

I don't even know who the fuck you are.

I don't even know who the fuck you are!

Don't even...

Why don't you ever talk about what happened?

- I don't know. - It's just...

Can't see the need, really.

I mean, I know that you're upset about it.

Don't seem to be.

You wanted to talk about it... Like if you wanted to get upset...

Why would anyone ever want to get upset?

I don't mean it like that, I just mean link...

If you wanted to talk about it...

I'm here.

It's what just beats my head, you know.

I mean...

Nothing changes if you care about it, does it?

Good...

bad...

Good or bad.

Nothing changes you, believe it or not.

I love you.

That my fault?

It is my fault.

All right?

I can't ???? of me. Please.

You're too nice. It was my fault.

Piggy!

Piggy?

NOTORIOUS DRUG GANG LEADER RITLER SENTENCED TODAY

RITLER GIVEN RECORD SENTENCE

You never knew John, did you? Never even met him!

What the fuck does it matter?

Jesus Christ...

What does it matter, Joe?

You still got to do what you wanted.

I just gave you an excuse.

Just made it alright by telling you it was.

You're crazy mental.

And you could have walked away at any time.

But you didn't.

You didn't. Because you're a self-made victim.

You're weak.

You're just like the rest of them that can't stand up. You're fucking weak.

You're pointless.

You're a shadow.

Your brother probably knew it.

And you definitely know it.

And anyone else who had the misfortune to be in your company

over the last 20 years of your miserable, fuckin' life, as you ????.

And you know what, mate?

That's why you're so good at violence.

Weak people are.

You're so good at committing acts of violence because you're so pent up but you're aren't angry.

You don't know how to be yourself.

You don't know how to be anyone else, either.

And what happened to your brother...tsk, tsk, tsk.

Well, that just gave you just an excuse to do what you did.

And that's all people like you need, innit, Joe?

An excuse.

A way to make it all feel right.

You're a mirror, Joe.

You're a fucking mirror for what's happening.

For every single lame fuck walking about today.

What's the matter, mate?

I made you upset?

It's a shame, Joe.

I really liked you, mate.

I really liked you.

You can go now.

Just go.

But that ???? said exactly what had to be done.

I understood what Piggy had been teaching me, what he'd been trying to say.

Because the day John died...I died.

That was that.

I was tethered to it, but never been part of it.

And now there was only one way I could go forward.

Yes, I'm moving away in a few weeks. So, I really need to get myself together.

It's a real shame, Joe. You'll always be welcome to come back here.

Thank, Claire.

It's gonna be now, mate.

Piggy was an avenger.

He fixed what I couldn't and realigned everything.

Piggy was anything you wanted him to be.

I knew he wouldn't die.

And I now knew it was my responsibility to finish what we started.

And I promise to finish it.