All language subtitles for 44.Inch.ChRay.x265-RARBG

- What is it, Archie?
- Mulligatawny. The king of soups.

- Very good.
- It may be hair on the chest of the.

It is Panorama after the news.
With your favorite David Dimbleby.

My mobile. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes.

Col? What happened, Colin?

Hello? Hey, Arch?

Yes.

Col? Col!

Come on.
You can not stay here forever.

Come on now.

Damn it.

Hurry.
Jump in, you old twat.

Get out!

Sit down!
Concentrate on the snails.

Jump Start, you bastard!

Adultery is horrible!

- Do you think he can handle it?
- He must kill him.

He just needs some time
to get over the shock.

- He does.
- Tell him from me.

It should I do, Bigg.

Meredith is having?

- And Mal, Peanut and me.
- Meredith ...

- What about Rosemary?
- Do not know. Ask her.

- How are you, Rosemary?
- Good. Thank you for asking.

He takes care of you?

This twat? You're kidding right?

If I get cheaper dog food
bite my balls from him.

Sure, she's charming?

- See ya, Biggy. - Bye, Rose.
- Goodbye.

- I certainly understand that he is suffering.
- I know. It's insane.

Trouble always comes up.
Deal with them.

- What about your hand?
- Fuck.

We talked on the phone yesterday in a
and half hour. He woke me up.

He was angry at everything
and could not sleep.

He was drunk and talking shit
just crap. He is lost.

- I've been like that.
- Not that Colin Diamond.

You should have heard him.
He was just babbling about his dreams.

He dreamed that he stood
in a phone booth -

- Which turned out to be her pussy.

- What?
- Her pussy. With teeth.

No, forgive me.
No teeth without false teeth.

- False teeth?
- Her pussy has false teeth!

The snaps at him and bites
him in the buttocks and scrotum.

I tried not to laugh,
it was in the middle of the night.

And it continues. A door opens
and in comes a dick.

Yes, you heard right.
In the huge cock.

It is not his. Guess whose?
It is totally sick.

Then he is on a plane
and eat business class dinner.

And he is dressed as a clown.
As Ronald McDonald.

Then the air hostess
and starts beating him in the head.

Can you understand that?
It's so fucking tragic.

He needs help.
We must keep an eye on him.

- Dressed as a clown?
- Yes, a fucking clown.

- Old Peanuts vodka is given?
- Yes.

- It's been about a lot.
- I'm not invisible.

- Who said that?
- Is everything good with you?

I fight on, Arch.

Yes, this stuff is not easy.

- Give me a fucking drink.
- Sure.

Go ahead.
Brandy on the doctor's prescription.

- What are you looking at?
- You are among friends.

Do not make this harder.

Can you hear me, Colin? Look at me.

Come on. Be brave.

Yes, I have to be well?

- How will it sound.
- I can not.

I still can not believe it.

Yes, it's unbelievable. Like a nightmare.

I got there.

- Where the hell is the old Peanut?
- Here!

Here he is!

- We were wondering where the old man was.
- I'm here, damn it.

Give me something to drink.

- Shall I pour?
- Give me the bottle!

Twat.

- Is he okay?
- Sure. - Right, Colin?

Now you can fix this, you bastard.

Can you hear me?

Now you can fix it.
We can not have it this way.

You were embarrassing yesterday. Disable.

Now it's out of nonsense.

Show some balls. Behave like a man!

It'll work out.

The bloody slave stood up,
stuck his hand in his breast -

- Ripping out his heart
and threw it against his master:

Freedom from slavery, you bastard!

- You are right.
- You can bet your ass on.

The strong will take over the earth,
not the weak.

- You know best.
- No fucking sissy!

Anyway, we must be clear
tonight. I'm busy tomorrow.

You have to fucking ignore
in all other commitments!

This is the highest priority.
Before this is clear -

- Does not make anything else.

Now we do it here!

- Where the hell is Meredith?
- He is late.

Delay. The word does not exist.

About Brighton Billy
anyone ever caught being late -

- He would have stopped them in a bag
with a snake, rooster and dog ...

... and threw them in the lake.
- So charming.

When he decided
so there was no turning back.

He never changed his mind.
He was adamant.

He was like a mountain.
A fucking steamroller.

- Can you hear me, Colin?
- I can not believe it.

Someone who wants chips?

- You are late.
- Sue me then.

Damn, what dГ©jГ  vu!

- Are they good?
- Shut up.

- What happens?
- The usual.

How are you today, Colin?
You see the awful.

He is fine. He is strong.

So good. He does not look like that out.

He was feeling better than yesterday.

Meredith, Biggy Walpole
asked for you this morning.

Strange. He hates me, of course.

- It did not seem so.
- Is he gay?

- Do not know. - Is he that, Arch?
- Biggy? Do not think so.

Arch does not believe it, Peanut.

- What was he wearing?
- A jacket maybe?

- Now I got a feeling.
- A jacket?

- From tweed.
- Just how I feel.

All I did was love her.

Maybe I loved her
too much.

Liz? I'm home now.

Here I come
with gifts for you.

Avril screwed up again.
She is worthless.

We almost missed the sale
a Jaguar XKR.

Last week, a Saab.
Now a Jaguar.

I gave her a warning.
If she does not shape up -

- I move her desk
behind the mug.

What is it, Liz?

What is it? What happened?

- Colin ...
- What is it, Liz?

- I'm so sorry.
- What are you sorry for, Liz?

- I'm sorry, Colin?
- I heard. What are you sorry for?

You frighten me, Liz.

- I have met someone else.
- What?

- You're kidding.
- I'm sorry.

Anyone else?

I do not understand.

I just came home, and now ...

Have you met someone else?

I know what you think.

"Poor Colin. He is pathetic."

Say it straight out. I can do it.

You can go to hell.

Get out of here.

Sorry if I was a nuisance,
but you are no longer here.

Idiots who laugh at me ...

Maybe I look like shit,
but I'm not stupid.

No, it's Liz who is stupid.

What do you know about her?
What do you know about being married?

- You still live with your fucking mom.
- Calm down!

Therefore, the lover is killed.

Therefore, she is killed.
Can you do that to a man?

Holy shit, it's fucking
unforgivable and a bitch.

Look at him.
He is not even present.

It is only the shell remains.

A sad shell. It makes me
hurts to see. I'm starting to cry.

They will fucking suffer.
They should suffer.

It is a promise.
They will fucking suffer.

Sorry, Arch,
I do not know what I'm saying.

Never mind.

This will
to cheer you up, Colin.

Can you guess how much
I won last night?

- Guess.
- How much you won?

When I went away
I was really going on.

I was going to The Buckingham
for a quick drink.

None of you wanted to go with. Guess
whom I met: Tippi Gordon.

He was high as a house.
Pupils big as saucers.

"Are you loaded
for an evening on the town? "

He was on his way to the Grenadier
and offered to me.

"I'll have a rope
the size of a Toblerone. "

- "Here you go, your ass."
- Bury your nose in there.

- How much you won?
- 40,600 pounds.

It was like hell!

- How did you do?
- We made a bet.

I spent 5000 on the Tippi
could not win 6000 in one minute.

- Yes, I can.
- Go ahead.

He spent 6000 in black.

"Red! Cunt! Double or nothing?"
He bet on black.

Black. Come on!

- Red?! Pussy!
- "Double or nothing?"

- He bet on black.
- Come on.

- Come on!
- "Red, pussy!"

Double or nothing
for the third time.

But this time
he invests in red.

Come on. Come on, damn it.

- Black!
- "Cunt, cunt."

- Meredith.
- "You're a pussy."

"Here are your 40000th See ya."

I bet 400 on Blackjack
and won.

Lovely. Six to four.

Ate dinner.
Fillet of beef and potatoes.

Last drink was a big Calvados.
Thought drag home.

Take a taxi across the bridge,
give the driver ВЈ 50.

A cup of chocolate, jumps
in pajamas, put out.

Sure, life is wonderful?

Did you ever at gay club?

No, Peanut,
I did not go to The Clayton.

Not last night, but tonight is
I get there and ragga. Is it okay?

- Do not start bitching now.
- BUGGER! Rövknullare!

Peanut, what I do
with my 9.5 inches, you shit in.

It's disgusting! A man with a man.

- It is enough now.
- Fucking disgusting!

I loved you too much.
That was the error I made.

I drove up to another man.

I guess I deserve it.

Who would have thought that
can love someone too much?

I do not
what I do wrong.

You will miss me.
You have made a mistake.

In a few days
you will regret it.

What a miss!

When you realize how stupid you were -

- And how impulsive
and feminine, you have -

- So will you
with tail -

- And ask me to come back.
But I do it? No.

Nope. Not a chance.

"Wait a minute, Colin."

"Now do you lie to yourself.
Of course you take her back. "

I will bring you back, Liz.
I forgive you.

That's what the fans do.
They love too much.

Our relationship does not work.

Not for me anyway.

And it has not done in a long time.

It is for you
not exert yourself, Liz.

Love is like a garden. To
keep the fine must be weeding.

You have not done it, Liz.
You are a lazy lover, Liz.

And now is the garden
overgrown with weeds.

It is pure jungle. We are lost
in the jungle and do not see each other.

So I do not know, Colin.
I just want to go.

Fuck you then.

I get along, you selfish bastard.
I am not going to stop you.

Bring your gear, but leave mine.

Stick, you fucking cunt.
I hate you.

- If you start being nasty now?
- Your infidels cow!

You have sucked another man's cock.
Who is it really that bad?

- Who is he?
- Does it matter?

Tell the bastard's name.

- He is just a regular guy.
- Really?

Just a guy. Not a guy.
He's just a guy.

He is a pussy.
I'll cut your dick to him.

- Stop it, Colin.
- Yeah, you're the guy's side.

I'll promise you one thing.

I will tear the flesh from his
face and put in your purse.

Enough is enough. I go. We heard.

Where are you? You not going anywhere.

Think you just
can leave me like that?

Stopping a bomb in my skull
and just go? It does not.

Let his fucking name.

I met her on the chin. Her
head bounced against the door frame.

She fell down and stared at me.

- Good boy.
- Not good boy.

I played so hard that
Her teeth chattered.

She lay there, but did not look at me.

I said:
"Tell me what is called the bastard."

But she refused to look at me.

- That she could not do.
- She was ashamed of much.

I took her around the neck
and hit her.

"Tell me what is called the bastard."

- And she told me.
- Just like that?

- The cheeky bastard.
- What a fucking pig.

Just like that. Straight into the heart.

Straight into the heart.

Do you hear what you have to to?

Are you proud now?
Was it worth it?

- All this pain.
- You fucked his wife.

You fucked his wife,
your fucking pigs.

You fucked fucking his wife,
you fucking cunt.

Another man's wife.
Are you stupid in your head, you fucking pussy?

It fucking does not somebody else's wife.
Then it ends like this.

This is the end.

Can you hear me, you little shit?

- You might have fucked your wife.
- Now you're in trouble.

Fucking trouble.

When are we gonna do it, Col?

It is time that we got it.
What do you think?

Come on, I'm ready.

What do you say? Col?

You decide.

- It is time, Colin.
- We got the bastard.

How will it be?

I must have hold of her.

Do not look at me.

- How old is Liz, Arch?
- She is the 44th

- She is nice to be 44th
- How do you know?

Peanut, I'll whip
your bony ass?

Wonderful woman.
Glamorous, fresh and radiant.

I agree.

- An extremely beautiful face. Too bad.
- Really.

She could be anywhere!

No, it was Tommy Yardley.
The thicker. He could not run.

- It did not prevent him.
- Beard? Is he gay?

- No. Who are you thinking?
- Faraday. He has been dead a long time.

Faraday. He was nice.

- A friendly giant.
- He was only 1.62.

I fucked him in the 80s.
He was a friendly giant.

- I did not know.
- Now you know!

He was very shy.
I liked him.

It was not the twat I thought
on. It was he, with his ears.

- He who smelled so bad.
- Dougie Clark.

The human stink bombs.

I have a goose unplucked with him.

- But you will never be so close.
- Not without gas masks.

Does he not know that you can swim?

- Imagine under his foreskin.
- You make me spyfärdig.

There would be
not to spend the holidays.

It was not so
that we are not fucked.

We did it last Thursday.
It was her idea.

It was for her but not for me.
But it is not about that.

This is about proximity.
Being a normal married couple.

Why should she throw it all away?

Wasted time and energy.
What would she really?

The marriage must surely mean something?

What the hell is the point otherwise?
21 fucking years!

She washed out all the drains.

What will people say?
What can I say?

What tells you there for the kids?

Hell.

"My poor child,
your mother is a whore. "

I can not do it.

I can not breathe.

- I mean seriously.
- Come on, Colin.

I can not breathe.

It's just a panic attack.
Calm down, it will be all right.

- Just breathe deeply.
- Is he okay?

- Oh, come on, you twat!
- Help!

Colin. Look at me.

Look at me.

- There you go.
- Calm him, Meredith.

You can do yourself, my friend.

Just take it easy.

Damn it.

Listen to me. You feel good, right?

Listen to me. You're a good man.
Do you?

Never forget it.
You have not done anything wrong.

People have treated you wrong.
Remember that.

There are people like that in which
beautiful young macho guy.

Take it easy.

Those are just here to test yourself.

To make you hesitate
at yourself and hate yourself.

To turn upside down on your life.
But that's when you find yourself.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?
- Yes.

You are not pathetic or weak.

You are normal and human,
and people feel pain.

- Am I right?
- Yes.

- Have you suffered like this?
- I?

No, I have been fortunate.
I'm not like you.

I do not know who you are.

I do not love you.
I'm not someone family man.

For me it is six, only six.

Cold, hard, dark,
sweaty and quickly.

When I shot my load
I leave the room.

I put on my jacket and go.

I say no. I just go
and returns not.

But I can do so, because I am
charismatic. People are drawn to me.

Maybe I'm a coward, but I live
life without the clutter and hassles.

I seek them, excites them,
fuck and forget them.

But you have other properties, Colin.

You give more and care more.

Your affection makes you vulnerable.

You should be proud of it.
You care.

- Proud?
- You should be proud.

- Why?
- You should just be there.

Was a little proud, you piece of sardine.

How would you do in my situation?

I would prioritize.

- If it was me, if he were already dead.
- Yes, but if you were me?

- There is a big step for me.
- Try.

I would flip a coin.
Crown - I skin them both.

- Tails, then?
- It is difficult, Colin.

I can not do it.

How could I do that?

Just let him go?

No, I can not do.

Hope it is heads then.
Who has a coin?

You are an evil bastard, right?

- Am I?
- I have two pence.

Wait, Colin.
I bet it will be crown.

I'm with.

I am also having.

- Nasty bastard.
- Come on, Col..

You squeezed her tits?

- How was it?
- Was she firing of that?

You streamer well in her panties?

- Loverboy, she rubbed your cock?
- Nude on the bed?

- SГёg she dated?
- Sure.

Did you pussy?
Was she nice and wet?

- Did you use a banana?
- Jeez.

- What is the secret? Old Spice?
- Across muttan?

- How will it sound.
- Yes, the golden shower.

Jacques Cousteaus erotic world.

Was it love at first sight?
"Will you marry me?"

"I'm yours, forever."
Bullshit.

Did you see her in the ass?
Kama Sutra? 69: an?

- The ice cream is called 88: an.
- Lick, lick.

- Petroleum jelly.
- Then it's easy.

- Playboy!
- Ass!

- Your Pussy! Did you pass?
- Missionary position?

Come on you between her breasts?
You are disgusting.

- Was the world about?
- You fucked her in every room?

You are given a man's man.

1900s Casanova
found in plastic bag.

- A real rascal.
- Did you use candles?

- Is it true?
- Did he? Damn it!

- Not kärleksägg. It's disgusting.
- He's a sex machine.

She has children!

She has children, you idiot.

She is married.
She can not suck your dick.

She has a grieving husband.
Where is Colin.

- You have destroyed him.
- There is nothing left.

You shit on him, your shit.

It was his wife, you are fucked.

It was his Liz, you fucked.

Mrs. Diamond.
Mrs. Colin Diamond.

- A married woman, you idiot!
- And you're a fucking waiter!

A French fucking waiter!

Your fucking!

You will regret this.

You thought it was tough yesterday.
Today is the second balls.

I've been home,
bathed and seen on television.

I was down at the pub
and drank and danced.

But you stink.
Trapped in a closet.

As an unwanted toy,
your fucking shit.

I roll up their sleeves.
Be a prayer.

I want to be alone on this.

Is it so smart?

Okay, Col..
We leave you for a while.

We take a cigarette in the stairwell.

Dare not become emotional.

Dare not become emotional.

Let it be. Can you hear me?

If you kill him fast
are you a twat. Do you?

- Peanut?
- Remember that he fucked your wife.

Take it slowly.

I know you think
during that stupid bag.

I hear the buzz about your brain.

Let me guess what you think.

Besides the obvious:
"Dear God, help me."

I think you are wondering:
"Why am I still alive?"

Is it true?

Nod your fucking head
whether it is right.

Thank you.

I'll tell you why;
but it stays between us.

I have a small dilemma.
I want you dead.

I think this is actually
you owe me.

In order to actually kill me.

But when you're dead ...

... so will Liz
to hate me forever.

So it is just.

If I on the other hand, lets you live -

- Maybe Liz and I can ...

Who knows? Who the hell knows?

I really do not know even
how you look.

I've had it a bit blurred.

Yesterday I saw nothing
out of anger and disappointment.

Shall we take a look at you?

You do not look so bad.
I understand that she was attracted.

Young, well-trained and well built.

Sexy.

Excuse me, but it is not a bit
well clear? A bit of a cliche.

What the hell did the stupid cow?

You do not know a shit about her.

I bet that she
never farts so you heard it.

Did she do it?
No, it's not so romantic.

You just want love perfume cloud.
Magin. Lies.

I have news for you.
It is not love.

Love is hard work and toil.
Love can be hell.

Love is when you see
that she wants to watch TV.

When you give her the newspaper and tea
in bed on Sundays -

- And asks how she feels,
which might irritate her.

But things may be put up with, for the
is, of course she is the queen -

- And you are a working bee and father.

Never mind if you're cooking dinner
without being thanked.

That's not why you do it.

Maybe you forgot cook
the dripping tap in five years -

- But one day
the fucking reason -

- So you are lying under the sink
and is so damn happy -

- Because you know she
will be happy.

And if she does not notice anything
No matter.

The crane is fixed.

You have to take care of the marriage.
You have to make skitgörat.

It is the reality of love.
Nobody said it would be easy.

It's fucking exhausting.

But you know what?

Love can be ... wonderful.

One fine day when you stand and shave
and you have soap all over his face -

- So you know that she is approaching.

She retrieves a pair of tights
she has to dry the element.

On the way out, she pats you
on the butt and smile a bit.

Barely a smile,
but still a smile.

And it means everything to you.

Everything.
Your entire universe.

I'm old fashioned. As a swan,
with a partner for life.

Then you in your tight jeans
and breaking a particular.

You ruined my life!

You have humiliated me
and led me to my knees. You ugly bastard.

You ugly bastard!
Kärek is give and take.

You did and I did.

I'll give you such a fucking bang!
Pussy!

I peed on me yesterday
because of you.

I cried myself to sleep.

I cried myself to sleep
because of you.

Look at me.

Look at me, you pussy.

Look at me, you fucking cunt.
Look at me, you fucking pussy!

What about your mother, Arch?

Just fine, thanks.

I was a little scared last week.

She tumbled out of bed in the middle of the night.
I heard her.

I found her sleeping on the floor
in the morning. I was terrified.

But she is fine.
The doctor said that stuff happens.

- Your mom is tough.
- She will outlive me.

You remember Samson?
Anyone remember Samson?

- He was the pet shop?
- He was in the Bible. A strong man.

I never really liked Victor Mature.

Oliver Reed was better.
What a fuck! Big fat ass.

- He hits this bitch.
- Burt Lancaster, delicious.

- He falls in love with that bitch.
- And Paul McCartney, strangely enough.

- It is well Sir Paul now?
- Hedi Lamarr.

- Stop interrupting me.
- She played the role. Hedi Lamarr.

In the film, yes. She is a bitch.

- Delilah?
- Yes, a real whore.

He has beautiful long hair
which was in vogue then.

That is where his strengths are.

One night she pulled him down.

Put poison in his wine.
He faints on the marble floor.

She is ducking away and get a pair of scissors.

He cuts off his long hair.

The next morning when he wakes up -

- He sees himself in the mirror
and becomes insane.

I have taken away from you
your strength, Samson.

He goes against the sword,
but can not lift it.

His strength was sitting in her hair.

From that day he could
not even lift a toothbrush.

They stuck out his eyes
and put him in a dungeon.

He whipped all the time.
His life was a fucking misery.

But in the meantime so grows his hair.
He gets back strength.

She comes and suck up to him.
But he is not interested.

Well, maybe he is.
But anyway ...

Now is his hair so far.

His strength comes back,
slowly but surely.

When it's time for the
major temple festival, he is ready.

Now he will take revenge.

But he has nothing to offer.
No weapons. Nothing.

He is chained between two pillars.

Big thick pillars.
All guests mock him.

He's thinking: "Okay. Fuck you.
Taste my fury. "

And with his large hands -

- So he begins to push and shove.

He was panting, moaning and pushing
until the fundamentals start to burst.

They give of themselves and go to pieces.

And they built things properly
at that time.

And with one last gigantic push -

- He got the whole faderullan
collapse.

- He killed them all.
- And themselves.

The shit he was well in
the situation is?

And it all depended on ...

Everything depended on ...

Everything depended on a woman.

You acknowledge that you
ejaculate over my marriage?

The prisoner nodded.

Recognizes you feel guilty?
Like, guilty as hell!

Got something to say
before we proclaim the appeal?

Is not it? To remove the prisoner.

Colin!

Colin.

I knew that bitch would come.

It looks better, Romeo.
The cavalry has arrived.

- Fucking pigs.
- I do not like when women swear.

- She should wash their mouth out with soap.
- That she would like.

- Are you proud of yourselves?
- Not yet, but soon.

- What have you done with him?
- The damage is self-inflicted.

He is masherkist.

- What?
- Masherkist.

You know what a masherkist is?

- A masherkist!
- Do not say that word again.

- Do you have fire, Mal?
- What? Sure.

- What are you doing?
- Teeth her cigarette.

Give her only lighter.

- You do not do that.
- Thanks, Mal.

Sure, this is funny, Liz?

Last week, I would
buy shoes on Bond Street.

I walked into the store and said
I wanted the shoes in the window.

I try them.
They are wonderful, as slippers.

Perhaps a bit heavy for you,
but perfect for me.

They cost 444 pounds.

I count money and know
that the seller is a little too close.

I push him away a bit
and ask again, what they cost.

He reiterates that they cost 444 pounds.
I say: "You will receive 500 pounds."

He should get skolГҐdan, but I
say it is not necessary.

"Put them in a bag."
"Sure," he says.

- I know you hate me.
- Wonderful shoes.

Hate you?
There is no hate in this room.

- Is it the shoes?
- This is boots.

I was talking about shoes.

Do you want a drink, Liz?
We have no glass. Is the bottle right?

- Run it up the butt.
- Peanut.

Sorry about that. It was unnecessary.
Will you forgive him?

- Why did you give them 500?
- You would never understand.

- He wanted to show off.
- Not at all.

Is it true, Liz?

- What?
- That you are pregnant?

- Is she?
- Perhaps, Col..

- A little bastard.
- Shut up, you idiot.

If it's true, you
come to my home.

A bottle of gin in the bath, my Agnes
got it with a coat hanger.

Not directly as a private hospital.

That is how you do it.
It is the punishment.

You just excites you.
- He excites only up, Colin.

- I would have stoned her.
- As you stoned Agnes so long?

Stick you up, you bitch?
Scandalous!

Enter some sense
in the head at her, Colin.

- Otherwise, I do something.
- What? Piss in your pants?

How dare you?
I'll kick your ass ...

- Come on. What are you waiting for?
- Colin!

Torment not up now.

You're right. Why would
I give her the pleasure?

- Tom Cruise does not say much.
- He hopes the problem goes away.

It does not!

Now she looks at you.
Now she looks at me.

Now she looks at you again. She went
lightning speed from love to hate.

- Typical.
- Come on.

Give her a loving gaze.

Are you listening to me, shit skull?

- Look at her, you piece of shit.
- Adulterers!

- Look at her.
- Cunt.

- Stop.
- Shut up. - Look at her.

By the way,
do you love her still?

Where is the answer.
I think we can interpret it as a no.

Then, we have learned something.
Fear is stronger than love.

- Everyone knows that.
- Do they?

- Will he have to see that?
- It's probably not so fun.

- They might as well do it.
- Yes, that hurts enough.

You do not want to see his wife take care of
another man that way.

- That's only husband.
- But of course it is beautiful?

What? It is ugly,
horrible and pornogrografiskt.

It's like a painting.

Loverboy operated on by Liz
when spare dick Colin looks on.

As an oil painting. I paint
enough of it when I get home.

- And give it to Archie's mother.
- Shut up.

- Poor bastard.
- Is everything all right, Col?

- I feel good, Archie.
- It is I who is Archie.

I'm Mal.

- And I'm not Colin.
- Interesting.

- He disappeared.
- Where?

- Where are you, kid?
- There is no Colin.

You remember Colin?
Clearly you do.

He was so kind and friendly.

He wished everyone the best.
A proud family man.

His children, home and wife.
He used to make her laugh.

He spoiled her;
adored her.

You met with Colin well yesterday?
Do you remember that?

Sure, he met Colin.

Husband Colin.

Yes, of course, he fucked his fucking wife.

- Would not you do it?
- What did you say?

What did she say?

That you would try to fuck me
if you got a chance.

- Now, I would not.
- When would you say it?

Never. Come on.
What the hell is this?

What the hell is that?

Come on, Col..
It is not right.

Are you going to shut me in a fucking
closet? I refuse to go into.

- Do you want to make me look like a ...
- What?

She is beautiful, sexy and horny.
Even Meredith thinks so.

You are blind if you do not see it.
I know that you are irritated, Colin.

- I just lit her cigarette.
- I'm not Colin.

And I do not fucking Liz.
He does.

Hell.

What are you looking at, you French motherfucker?
Do you think you are something?

Close your mouth.
Shut up and turn a blind eye.

Close your eyes, damn!

Now please follow me.

Now we have arrived.

Large bedroom. Painted.

Here is the bed.
See? The sheets are tangled.

Where is the bathroom.
Golden crane.

But ignore it.
It was not because you were here.

This is ...

Look here.

Look here.

This office is filled with treasures.

More taxes than you might imagine.
Shall we take a look?

Yes, it is our fucking.

What is this?
Her underwear.

Soft, warm and nice.

We put it back.
What have we here?

It looks interesting.

Bingo. You see this?

You know what that is? Not?

It is a contract
with our marriage vows.

You know what that is?
"Mr. and Mrs. Colin Diamond."

Black on white, as clear
that your broken nose.

"Get married under the law and before God."

There will be no escape.
We must accept.

You know what? We put it aside.

What do we have more?

A little man from the top of the cake.

Is not he handsome
with morning coat, gaiters and everything?

It's me.
How little did you do to me.

I put him in the agency again.
There he is in security from you.

- What happens, Meredith?
- I'm not Meredith.

It's your nightmare, Col..
I'm just a driver.

I am out and waxing your Rolls Royce.

I know how she stares at me.

Eyes are burning through their uniforms,
but I turn on the fan does not.

I will probably take a cigarette.
It is hard to wax the car.

- What smokes I, Col?
- Ambassador.

Okay, I take out the old ugly
package and lights a cigarette.

I lean against the hood
and smoke my cigarette.

And she still stares at me.
- Right?

Wait a minute. Now you're careful, Col..
I'm gay.

- This is Mals role.
- Thanks to fan, Meredith.

What am I doing here?
She looks at me?

What is she doing now? She licks the box.
Why is she doing it?

It's a bit sick.
It is not normal.

It is wrong. Record, Colin.
It has nothing to do with me.

I am only here
and manage myself.

Taking a break, take a Kit Kat.

Are they possibly after
someone gardener?

You probably would not like the job.

- You would not like it.
- Why not?

He fucks the maid.
Wait until you get to see her.

Never mind.
I have on my muddy gloves.

- What about me?
- While you're asking, Col ...

You are in the basement with a hood on.

Lies!

- Tell me you do not love me, Liz.
- I love you not.

Say it. I can do it.
Say you do not love me.

I love you not.

Do not say that.

- What did you say?
- She loves you not, Col..

Do you love me?

Not even a little?

You were my queen,
you were my security.

I love you. It is both
so simple and complicated.

I do not know which.
I wish I knew.

I wish you had not
done so here. I wish we ...

Shut up, you pussy!
I'll just tear you to pieces!

We ... I love you.

I just want you to understand it.
Of course I am worth something, Liz?

21 years is a long time. Much alive
is devoted to someone else.

Of course I am worth something, Liz? Please?

Help me.

- What?
- Help me.

Help.

- Help me.
- Let his fucking name!

The head was huge.
As big as a melon.

As a pumpkin. Grotesquely large.

It was not so much a head, but
face. It was abnormally large.

Bone was huge.
Like a rhinoceros.

It was disproportionately large,
for the very top of the head -

- Was relatively small.
No bigger than a coconut.

It was pointed and so. Coroner
had never seen anything like it.

He thought he had found
the missing link.

- Sounds awful.
- No, the women loved him.

I do not know if he got into it,
but he was very popular.

Probably he had
good sense of humor.

It was he well have to have?

- He dances well?
- Yes, it did all.

He was really good. Pure Gene Kelly.

Tragic that he killed himself
a cat's sake.

- He must have loved it.
- For the cat he was handsome.

Come on now,
This is no child-made.

- He has had long enough in themselves.
- What is the idiot?

My ass has fallen asleep.

Have you träsmak in the ass?

- It's very quiet in there.
- What do you think?

- We enter. Whatever.
- I hope he really done anything.

Hope not too much.

What has happened, Col.?

- Have we been somewhere?
- He is given to us still.

- I'll have a beer. Who wants?
- I want to.

Nothing has happened.
Why has nothing happened?

- Do not want your revenge?
- It appears not.

I give up.

You fucking pussy! MILKSOP!

Have you come to something, Col?

Col?

- Come up with something?
- Come up with?

- Yes.
- One or two things.

- What?
- I let him go.

- You do not!
- It's what I decided.

- CRAP!
- Maybe.

It's his decision.
- It's your decision, Col..

- I'm tired.
- Tunnis.

I'm totally exhausted.

How are we doing? Should he go?

- He is free to go.
- Free to go?

Free to go?

Give him a goodnight kiss
when you're at it.

We collect some money to her pussy.

I hear Brighton Billy
is spinning in his grave.

- Free to go?!
- He listens. He does not believe in it.

It's not too late to change his mind,
Col.

I can do it for you if you want.
My treat.

And Liz, she is now,
what do we do with her?

Is she free to go?

Okay, that was it.

He is very fortunate.
- You are very fortunate.

Come on, Col..
Some of us have homes to go to.

- This really upsets me.
- You are free to go, my friend.

You are free to go, my friend.

Go now.

There you go.

He finds his landb?
- You do not need to rush.

Hey you.

Look at me.

You tell anything about this.
Good boy.

Stick on, you shit.

Close the door behind you.

What can we find now?

- Do not know. What should you do?
- Peanut and I'm going to The Clayton.

- Right?
- Sure.

- You might like it.
- Does the food there?

- I want breakfast.
- Do what you want.

- Will you?
- Sure, why not?

It might open my eyes.

Shall we take now?

- Shall we have a beer?
- If you want it. - Col.?

Maybe I will later.

Then we draw well.

Bye.