Raining Stones

Come on.

Tommy, I've got one

of the buggers.

Come on!

F***ing get one!

I've got one, Tom.

Come back!

Bloody job this!

Stay quiet, it

might come down.

There's one here on

its own.

This one on its

own.

Go round the back

of him.

Go round the back

of him slowly.

We've not come all this

way for f*** all.

Go round the back

of him slowly.

Oops...

Get it, lad!

Get it.

I've got the bastard!

You've got it!

Get it!

She'll get it!

Oh, we've got to

get hold of it!

I've got the bastard!

Hold it! Hold it!

I've got it!

What do I do with it?

Get hold of the scruff! Hold

it tight! Get hold of it!

Help me, will yer!

Hold it!

Come here!

Take it easy, will you, lad,

I've got no chance here...

Ah! There's sh*t

all over... look at this!

Watch that, it's

scalding hot, son...

I am knackered...

It just wants one good belt on the back

of the head, then it'll be stone dead.

Good hard... short,

sharp shock.

Come on,

let's give it a go.

Just wack it

across the napper.

Good heavy blow.

But where, though?

The back of the head, across

the shoulders, know what I mean?

Put plenty of force

into it, son.

Go on, go on,

go on, go on!

Just whack it.

Hit it on the head.

Look, look!

There's one thing...

What are you waiting for?

Hit it.

Listen, we could always

sell it as it is.

To that butcher, you're joking.

He'd rob us blind.

Give it a belt,

will you, Bob.

Oh, you know, you're so good at

giving the orders out, you do it.

Come on, when you

kill it, I'll skin it.

I'll peel that bleedin' fleece

off like peeling an orange.

Now just give it

a belt.

Come on son,

you belt it.

Get on this side.

Get on this side.

Oh, there's me

f***ing tea!

Jesus... hold

the bleedin' thing!

Tommy, I f***ing

got it!

I've got it.

Cor blimey, its' got

loads of bottle, ain't it.

What do you get off

of sheep, anyway?

Foot and mouth disease

unless you wear a condom.

Ah, very clever,

very droll. Yeah.

I'm serious here,

what do you get off it?

Mutton, you dopey bleeder. What

do you think you get off it?

Yeah, but what do

you mean? Show it me.

Get four legs,

don't you.

Couple of shoulders, all them chops,

feel the ribs there, all of them.

How many chops?

F***ing big bag

full.

Oh, serious. Come on, can't

you be serious for a minute?

Well count them, feel them.

Ten, eleven, twelve...

Hang on, hang on, one...

two...

three, four...

Don't be worrying, you'll be

getting your share. Come on.

Jesus Christ! Can you smell that?

I thought it was

you. It's farted!

Come on, let's get it

down there.

Hold onto it and I'll get

one good shot at its napper.

Have you got it?

Let's get it down then. Go

on, get hold of it. Smack it.

Go on!

How many times have you been

in that position with a sheep?

Never mind.

Come on, hit it.

F***ing hell!

I should have done this job on

me own. You're bleedin' hopeless.

And watch me.

Don't hit me.

Just give it.

Just give it one.

Ready?

Go on.

That's it. Go on!

F*** it. Let's take it

down the butchers.

Get hold of the back end.

You sh*t house.

You sh*t house...

Come on, you twat,

look up, look up.

Just give him a honk

on the horn.

Give over, with everybody's

eyes round here?

Here, I'll tell you what.

You get out, get in the butcher's

shop, I'll drive it round the back.

Go.

Be bloody quick, then.

It'll feed the whole bleedin' town,

I' telling you. Have a look at that.

Hello, Bob.

All right...

Ah! You're pulling

my pisser, aren't you?

What do you mean?

What I mean?

That's mutton, that.

Nobody wants mutton

these days, they want lamb.

Well it hasn't gone

out of fashion.

They're still eating it,

aren't they?

Yeah, of course.

I'm not saying that.

You're talking fourteen

quid there.

How much?

/Fourteen quid, if that.

I thought you said...

Hang on... last one I sold I

got thirty-odd pound for her.

Not sheep, lad.

On our kid's life!

Thirty-odd pound.

No.

This is another bollock

I've dropped now.

Is there nothing at all

you can do for us?

Well have a look at it.

It's massive.

Well, let's have a look

at it then, Bob.

Oh, Jesus!

Told you it was a big bastard,

isn't it?

Big bastard!

It f***ing stinks!

That's because it's been pissing and

shitting all up the sides of my van.

Oh, stop moaning!

F***ing hell! Can't do owt

with that.

We can't take it back

to the moors, can we?

Listen... listen are you going to f***ing

kill it for us, and chop it up or what?

Well, get it in back

of shop, then.

F***ing hell! Watch you don't

pull its f***ing head off.

I'd like to pull his head

off, I'm telling you.

I'd like to pull

yours off!

Do you know you, you've never

stopped moaning from this morning.

Come here...

Now listen, Bob.

I'll do this if you

put that fireplace in for us.

Fair enough, that sounds

okay. Yeah.

It's all plumbed in and

everything.

The bloke did it. I paid

him. Done a runner.

Well, you can't trust anyone,

that's fair enough lad, yeah, go on.

That's all right, yeah?

Yeah, okay, I'll do it.

Come on.

Come on lad, get its head

head over this bucket.

Okay Bob, get hold

of its ears.

Pull its ears back.

Go on.

Head back, keep

hold of him.

Just cut it.

Dirty bastard!

Jesus, he's cut its

f***ing throat!

Before I go to Communion...

I will listen carefully to

the priest at Mass.

I will tell God that

if I am sorry...

if I have spoilt my love

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