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I have these thoughts and memories

and memories to sieve.

The walk, the way he smoked a cigarette,

laughed.

The tete-a-tete; he's gone.

Was left where we say he was here at all.

How much?

Fuck off.

You haven't phoned Will?

For recent.

Months now.

Used to ring regular.

Before he'll be back.

He won't be back.

So wicky waste.

Changed.

Why would he?

Too long a lawn guy that to you.

I told him, I said you go out with the pig fuckers.

Here it is.

Business or pleasure?

Better both.

Fool me, you are taking that stuff.

You tread on me...

Be good.

Give him my regards.

If he rings.

Yes?

Hi, give your money away.

Davey, you're late!

Devastating.

- Did you have a message? - Come here.

It's cool.

How much?

One a bit.

A bit?

Eleven.

Guys?

- Nine and a half. - Please.

Okay.

Here's another five hundred. Are you interested?

I was told you are lying to money.

To con struck.

Get him out! Get him out!

Prick.

Please.

You move, you lie your busted ass down.

What do you want?

Who are you?

I've got Robert Calgani in the van.

I got this address in his driving license.

Drunk, is he drunk?

He's been hurt.

Here boy.

I've seen you around.

You work in the forest.

He should be in hospital.

He should be back in prison.

Don't go.

I've been there. Twice.

Stay with me.

I can't do that.

Coffee?

I prefer brandy.

So this smuggling man,

good money.

I know a boy who got twenty cases for five day's work in Japan.

Do you love to travel?

Best hotels, best food.

All the extras.

Safe winds to the west.

I don't understand, you're half with your time.

I love a better rough your soul.

You are not as rough as you ought.

What are you doing?

I've lost my lighter.

You're sure?

What do you wanna do?

Go up. And then?

Or sideways?

Taxi!

Bridgestone.

Bridgestone?

Yeah.

It's terrible.

Fuck you very much, man.

Taxi!

Sweet.

Turn that up.

You're licensed?

Yep.

You're not licensed.

Be conspicuous, ain't it?

I mean an orange cab.

What do you mean, orange?

Cab.

Is it?

You never noticed.

No.

Fuck, shit.

Listen,

sorry cap, but you're gonna have to leg it.

No sweat, man.

I'm up round.

In New York.

What?

Yeah, fuck him, I wanna go in New York.

This fucking, shitty retard Ralf.

Are you okay, son?

Are you all right, lad?

Davey, where you've been?

Catch you later, see ya.

Dave!

Oh God.

Don't you never sleep?

What was her name? Blonde, is she with you?

I can't let you go, Will.

I'm sorry.

This new man has asked for your details.

No cards, no numbers.

It's all numbers nowadays. Fucking computers.

Don't worry about that.

I'll finish this off.

No, I can't afford delusion, I told them.

They don't listen to thee.

You're not a listener.

Your money is waiting for you. Good extra for you, good bonus.

Will,

last night, was there someone up here?

Kids in a camp.

There's blood up there.

When I got there they was just leaving.

Did you get their number?

No.

'Hi, it's Sheridan, we go to the party tonight.

I call from Linda, my old school friend.

She needs a jump and she needs a bounce of work.

Don't be late Davey, you're always late.'

'Still in your favor? This is Mickser. I fall out.

You still haven't run.

You still over roadster, I cherish blank shot.

Ring me up.'

Yeah.

Hallo, missis Bay

Sorry to disturb you, have you seen him?

He was.

On this evening?

At five.

This evening?

No, this morning.

He came in just as I was going to work.

I've been ringing.

There's somebody up there.

Okay.

Kathy?

Oh, I get so muddled.

Is she a little blonde?

Davey!

You're up there?

Your day service.

Where is he, bird?

Birdie, birdie.

What you're doing, sitting in a dark?

Davey?

Davey? Davey! Davey!

Frank! Frank! Frank!

Get up here now!

What's wrong?

Get Frank up here to help.

Davey?

Frank?

Inside, in the car.

Davey, are you all right, lovey?

It's been an accident.

That's blood.

He's gonna be all right, ma.

It's just case of.

Please, get Frank.

In the house.

No we got this house.

I'll get blanket.

No, just get Frank outside, in the car, please!

Everything's gonna be all right. Okay?

Oh, God.

Oh Davey, no.

Fifth lot, Tracy.

This is hot.

Top-up?

Well, no.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Sounds about right.

Can I come with you?

- We are not opened yet, sir. - Where is she?

- Who are you? - You are new.

- Why don't you leave a message? - Why don't you shut your mouth?

Hello, Mickser.

I phoned Will.

It's been three years.

Bring a brandy.

He still writes to you?

He used to.

The last letter was eleven months ago.

We can't bury Davey without Will.

You may have to.

Why did he do it?

Was he selling drugs?

He was just playing and it was,

like everything else.

Just tabling.

Just looking for the soft money.

What am I gonna do?

- What am I gonna do now? - I loved him too.

But I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

I don't know where Will is.

Why did he go?

He had a breakdown.

That's shit!

Will Graham was the oddest man I've ever known.

And I've known if you believed me.

I'm gonna find him.

He's got to know.

Why?

For me like the usual, please.

Eight fifty.

I should have asked you of your suit,

colored like order.

Eight pounds fifty, please.

Robbery.

When is the funeral?

We don't know yet.

No, of course not.

I understand.

I'm through all funerals in family.

I'm looking forward to see Will.

How long's it been?

Three years?

Take next left.

Things have changed.

Don't you say?

Left, I said left!

It was left.

I meant right.

When I say left, I mean right!

Things have changed a lot in three years.

Yeah.

Yes.

No yeah. Yes.

- I hope Will understands that. - We can't find him.

So we're here.

I'l leave it to you.

Buy roses.

Pull over.

Filthy habit.

It's Will, I'll ring back.

Davey?

Davey, are you there?

This is silk.

Yeah, I'll bring suitcase for the good stuff.

It's almost new!

What can I do with all this stuff?

Always slim care at all?

I'll keep you in my own place until Will chooses where he wanna stand in.

I'm sorry I have to live in this flat.

Come here.

'Davey, are you there?

I'll keep calling.'

Will! Will?

Fuck it.

'It's Sheridan.

Still in your favor?

It's Will, I'll ring back.

Davey?

Davey, are you there?

If you're there, pick it up.

Davey. I'll keep trying.'

'One, two, three.

Thanks to Will.

Thank you, Will.

Thanks for everything.

For all these lovely people.'

Yes?

I'm looking for Davey.

Davey?

You still got that little rat on a road, you call a dog?

Oh Will.

Will, I didn't know that was you.

Where is he?

Davey.

All right!

All right!

Who the fuck are you... ?

Will?

Oh Will!

Oh my, I don't know what to say.

I'm seeing the coroner tomorrow.

That was fucking horrible.

I was told about Davey like he was in love with me.

Was there anything that sighted odd to you?

Odd?

About what happened.

No one knows what happened.

It's a fucking mystery, ain't it?

It's rather technical.

- You may not understand some... - How do I arrange an independent post mortem?

- Mister Graham, I do understand ... - You are my lawyer.

It was an incontrovertible suicide.

Billy, he's back.

I've just seen him. I've just seen Will Graham.

You're sure?

I wasn't first, but anyone in that bind up club of his.

Looks like a fucking puggy.

Just calm down Frank. He's nothing.

Nothing to worry about.

Who is worried?

Take me to the shop.

And find Al.

A long time.

We thought we'd lost you. Fuck me, look at you.

He's been sleeping in loft.

- Scuffy bastard. - Enough of meat.

Fearless fucker, I'd say.

Lost the weight, right Will?

I'm leaving but one day.

What can friends say, mate?

He was a lovely kid.

I still can't believe it.

- Not Davey, not that. - Why?

I wanna know why.

No pucker knows Will.

No one.

That's a fact.

What was he into?

He was always into something.

But we did not know in what.

I mean no one was putting a hand on him, is that what you mean.

- Everyone loved him, Will. - Tell me.

- There's nothing to tell. - Don't lie to me.

He is dead! What's it matter?

It matters.

Of course it fucking matters.

I wanna know why he died and where he died.

I wanna know why he sat in a bath of cold water for 12 hours.

And his clothes.

And then cut his throat.

I want the fucking truth now, talk to me.

He was dealing.

- A bit of coke. - Nothing new.

Everybody sensed a little bit in it.

- They're all doing it. - He's right.

I mean Davey played it.

You know Davey, you know what he was like, Will.

Was he using it?

He had a smoke once or twice. That's the truth, Will.

How much was he turned in?

There was nearly 11 gram in a fly, you don't get so money dealing with Graham.

He was webbed up over beautiful paybill.

He had more money than sent us.

He stiffed them a little.

I didn't ever clue on ever buying.

They go often on lying a pad at fucking rat shits.

I don't know it.

He was working.

Eddy gave him a lift.

Holland park, I don't drink.

Something happened.

I wanna know what.

Well, you're back, Will.

But are you back?

That'll be something.

The fucking wild punch.

We had this fucking money on the safe.

Anyone gets in our way.

Everything safe but you take them Will.

Frank Turner may have something to say about that?

He's a fucking crack tag.

He's been busy while I have been away.

He was all over in everything.

One day I'm gonna fuck him where he breves.

It's a lot of soft money up, Will.

You could have them over, Will.

You put your mind to it.

I'm not back for that.

You think you've changed. Do you?

You haven't changed.

Not really. People like us don't change.

Not deep down.

Arnie, you're wrong.

You're wrong about most things, most of the time.

You know all your life you raised this city.

It's in your blood.

You think living like a fucking animal in a back of a van is gonna change that.

Do you?

Cause nothing changes, not really.

You look at Frank Turner.

He's still bad to the fucking bone.

And he's gonna come for you.

He has to.

It's on you, Will!

But you knew that.

You knew that the moment you to stepped back in this city.

You knew that there were gonna be bodies. Someone's going to die.

But there's nothing what you want.

Isn't it, Will?

You want to die.

Or maybe you should do with your fucking brother dealing get over with.

The man doesn't drink.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Please.

His brother's back.

Davey Graham's brother.

Will Graham.

Asking questions. If he finds out.

What?

What's he gonna find out? What could he possibly find out?

He's killed people.

Yeah, he's scum.

Just like his brother.

What happened that night, I mean what did you do to him to make him... ?

That night I was at home with my family.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Why are you here, Will?

You know why.

Davey.

No, I mean why are you here?

Here with me now?

I saw you.

I don't want to speak.

I'm sorry, I'd like you to leave.

I stop writing because,

it was unfair.

Unfair?

Unfair?

Christ.

You must define a better word than that.

I loved you, Will.

Not as for being who you were.

I've always known who you were.

What you are.

I can't forgive you.

Not for leaving me or

abandoning me, I

I've come to understand that.

It's that shame and difficult you have of thinking about you are not loved?

Believing that you are not capable of being loved?

Look at me.

Look for what I've become.

I sometimes don't talk to another living soul for fucking days.

Weeks.

I'm always on a move, I trust no one, nothing.

And it's got fuck odd to do with escape.

Or withdraw or fear.

It's grief.

For a life wasted.

And now there's Davey.

Another fucking wasted life.

And I'm gonna find out why.

That you loved him almost as much as me.

I thought that you might be able to help.

I thought you'd want to help.

I don't know how to help you.

At least pathologist report was quite comprehensive.

Coroner's verdict, of course, inevitable.

However..

I'm not questioning the suicide verdict.

I just need to know

why my brother killed himself.

Just try to surmise why anyone takes their own life.

Sir, I say what you've got to say?

Very well.

Was your brother homosexual?

Or perhaps bisexual?

Was he bisexual?

There was damage to the mucus membrane in his anus.

Internal bleeding.

He had an intercourse some time before his death.

What are you talking about?

That wasn't in there?

He's been sitting in a water for at least twelve hours.

It's difficult...

I've no interest in blaming or criticizing anyone, I just want the complete facts, the truth.

The fact is, there was anal penetration on the night before he died.

He wasn't bisexual.

I knew a woman, who'd been married for thirty years,

her husband was bisexual.

She hadn't got a slightest...

I would have known.

Very well.

That leads to one other conclusion.

If your brother wasn't homosexual or bisexual then

the act was, to use an illegal term, nonconsensual buggery.

He was raped?

There was no semen on the mouth.

Often in rape cases there is forced genital-mouth contact.

There was evidence that he ejaculated.

What the fuck are you saying?

It's not uncommon for victims to become aroused during the act.

Even ejaculate.

This can cause damaging psychological stress.

If...

And I do say "if" this happened to your brother,

then it might account for the subsequent suicide.

Of course none of this would made any fundamental difference of the inquest,

the coroner's verdict would have been the same.

I can put you in touch with someone that can explain it a little better than me.

If you'd like it.

If it would help.

If you think, it might help.

'It's Kathy, I'm at work, you ring me back.

Where were you last night?

You are a sot, Davey.

Hi, it's Sheridan, we go to the party tonight. I call from Linda, my old school friend.

She needs a jump, and she neds a bounce of work.

Don't be late Davey, you're always late.

Still in your favor, it's Mickser.

I fall out.

You should be on the run, you still must be running tonight.

Ring me up, you lump.

Hello.

Hallo, is that Sheridan?

Yes.

I'm a friend of Davey's.

Can we talk?

It's important.

And he left about what time?

Eleven, soon after eleven.

Alone?

Yes.

Did you see him leave?

No. But I know he wasn't with anyone.

He wasn't at the party that night, I told you.

Yeah.

Did you noticed anyone leave a sign to him?

No, it was early.

This girl you saw too.

Well there was one thing.

The guy she was with.

I saw him waiting while Davey and Stella were doing that deal.

He had a cellphone.

I just missed Davey leaving.

Front doors, half way to the lift.

This guy was phoning.

And he looked nervous.

And he's seen Davey leaving while he went with Stella out of the bedroom.

Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he was just nervous because she was scoring.

Did you know who he was?

No.

Do you think you can find out?

I could ring her.

Every victim reacts in a different way.

But there are patterns.

Various elements.

There's belief to try to switch off that didn't happen.

Couldn't happen to them.

Shock.

Can and does take all kinds of forms.

Some victims say that they feel strangely coming.

One feeling to touch it.

Others feel a need to show it.

Express sastility, reach.

But sometimes, not often, but

in rare cases, I've known at least three, where

this disgust.

This terrible anger

has turned against themselves.

Are you all right?

Do you want me to go on?

Can I take a drink?

Help yourself.

All of the myths

is that rapist whether they rape

man or woman are idly sexed

of insatiable sexual appetites.

All the truth is that they are fundamentally inadequate.

They try to prove themselves to themselves that rape becomes a sort of symbol of the virility.

Not willing to trust at sex at all.

Rape is much more about domination, humiliation,

defining.

It's a kind of power.

More than is to do with any sort of sexual pleasure.

What kind of a man am I looking for?

What the police will be looking for.

He more likely to be heterosexual even married, with kids,

could be any reasonable age

and the men may have been more than one.

Often it's just,

older victim done.

Was the chance that Davey would have known him?

The more likely that the attack came from strangers.

He might have known him,

I can't really answer that.

You are going to the police.

Please.

Please let them deal with it.

Never did like you.

I mean, look at you now.

Like a fucking pukey.

I'm talking to you.

You, useless bag of shit.

Message from mister Turner.

You bury that brother of yours

and you fuck off back the way you come from.

Get me?

Willy?

And you'll tell those fucking transport as you used to run with.

They get any ideas, they get fucking funny

They are going down all.

She's unbelievable respurred.

She's found Stella up right, she's got his name,

his address, she's even got his fucking phone number.

Said, she's drawing up this guest list for the opening of a new club or something.

At least to send out the invitation.

She's quite annoying, I tell you.

I'm in on of use to think what Davey sore to them, but...

son, have eyes that one, no doubt.

Will,

are you with me?

Davey was raped.

What are you talking about?

He killed himself because he was raped.

What a fuck are you talking about?

I had a second post mortem the police pathologist missed.

Well, missed? What?

Davey was bugged.

The night before he killed himself.

Why do you tell me straight away?

Because I knew what you'd be thinking now.

No. No. No.

This fact's itself stupid.

Yeah, but you're not sure, are you?

Don't you lie down on me.

Don't you fucking lie down on me!

Davey was ...

It was not bang.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

What do you say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Ask Irish.

It's a fact Mr. Turner.

He ain't gonna give no one no trouble.

Don't

ever underestimate Will Graham.

He's a fierce man.

We'll go the distance.

You should never have left him like that.

You was wrong, Will and you know it.

You never had no family, no one.

He was just a kid.

He was always buying them stuff, he was giving them things.

He knew that he had nothing.

So he went for the soft money.

Started dealing, started getting so far it's happening wingst.

I'm telling you.

If Davey was raped, he was one of them who did it.

A fucking branchy dildo.

Yes.

It's Stella.

Fine.

I'm Davey Graham's brother.

All I want is his name.

Are you fucking listening? Are you?

I can't, if he knows,

he'll kill me.

You are fucking dead already!

Do you know what he did to Davey?

What I did, was phoning from the flat.

I didn't have any thing to do.

He wouldn't tell me.

He raped him.

That's why Davey killed himself.

Well his money run clear, ain't them?

He's on call cells with others.

And it's wrong.

We will need this.

We?

I'm coming with you.

No, you're not.

Get out of there!

Shut up!

Go on now, boy!

Frank!

Frank!

Oh, Jesus.

Untie me! Take it off!

You're fucking finished, Al.

Take it off!

You're fucking finished.

- What is it, Frank? - Nothing.

Don't tell me nothing! What's going on?

Get inside.

I want to know what's going on!

No, get in!

Get inside!

Just come and get him out of my garden.

Then I want you to go to the shop

I wanna know who did this.

I wanna see their faces.

Hope they're still got faces.

Arnie Ryan, Cannibal, Big John,

It has to be done.

He didn't get a second chance with that crew.

I wasn't up to it.

He is too old.

Like me.

Not like you.

You're not old, it's just a...

He's out that day.

You could bang a bit. But he was old.

We need someone younger.

More useful

Like you?

No not me. I'm just a driver.

My cousin's come from Belfast.

He's a man.

He's a bit special.

In fact he's very special.

You're gonna need someone.

They're all in there,

waiting for you.

This cousin of yours,

is he discreet?

Oh, yes.

Take me to him.

Now?

Now.

Turner wants him gone, you know.

Told him to bury Davey and then fuck off back where he came from.

He can't know, can he?

Not really.

No.

No?

That man rapes Davey.

You don't understand.

Never could you.

You never could.

You say he wants to see this man.

Tonight.

What did he say?

I don't know.

I was on move and we were just driving to him.

You didn't ask him?

I did.

He didn't answer.

What do you think he will do?

I don't know.

I really don't.

He's changed.

Has he?

Three years ago.

He would have shot this sick fucker.

He didn't wanna know.

I'm sorry.

I'm not here for that.

Go to the police, Will.

Don't do anything. Go to the police.

What can I do without Devey's testimony?

That boy from the party , show it to him

All Boad has to do is say that Davey consented.

I can't just do nothing.

You left him behind.

Three years ago.

Did I?

That's why you went.

Was it?

Are we talking about in a post in a club saying how great kid he was?

Making up stories, lies.

That fit into their fantasy create the mess.

They will be at the funeral, suiting and bruided.

Singing the hymns, messages on a hard shaveries.

Will be tears?

Plenty of crying, we love to weep.

Show how much we care,

how much we feel.

I don't want to hear this.

Were then we talking about moral right?

Hey, you know Will Graham's brother?

You know he was raped?

Raped.

Yeah, with suicide.

Suicide.

The'll be one man and his fucking dog.

Get out.

Go, tonight.

Leave the city.

Go back where you can breathe.

If you stay, it'll destroy you.

Do you know that?

Forget the funeral.

Don't smoke in my car.

Please.

You've got me out of my bed.

I wanna suit pressed.

Number eleven.

Long time we haven't seen, mister Graham.

Charly.

House keeping.

Thanks

Hello.

Pack a bag.

I'll pick you up in three hours.

Just like that?

Just like that.

What the..

Henry!

Henry?

Why?

Why?

Why did you do it?

There's always a reason to it.

You must have had a reason to it.

I wanna kill you so badly I can taste it.

I know who you are.

You're just like he was.

So sure of himself.

So certain of what he was.

I was watching him for weeks, you know.

In the parties, at restaurants, clubs.

He was everything I loathed.

The clothes, the walk, the talk, the lies.

The way he smoked.

The way he laughed.

Laughing, always laughing, mocking.

Everything, everyone.

And I won it.

Their eyes like hands on him all the time.

Oh my god, what was he?

Thief?

Drug dealer?

The degenerate?

Well I wanted to show him what he was.

Nothing.

Nothing.

He was less than nothing.

I wanted him to know that.

I'm gonna kill you.

I am going to kill you.

Don't know.

Not tonight.

That would be too easy.

Maybe next week.

Next month.

You'll never know.

Think about it.

One day, one night.

I'll be there.

I have these thoughts and memories,

and memories to sieve.

The walk, the way he smoked a cigarette,

laughed.

The tete-a-tete; he's gone.

Was left, where we say he was here at all.

How much?