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And he played there once

on the same bill as Tom Jones.

Who?

Tom Jones?

The singer.

Forget it.

Your Dad sounds cool.

Yeah, he was.

I used to watch his shows

over and over.

My dad was magic too.

He disappeared when I was born.

What, you never saw him?

I got a stepdad.

Aren't you cold?

I left my coat at the hotel.

Here.

So what did you want to be

when you grew up?

I never had a dream

or anything.

Not like you.

Maybe I could be your...

Your lovely assistant.

Hello, Holly.

I'm Willie's friend.

You going somewhere?

Where's your friend?

Willie was a greedy turd.

He always got a double act.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

That was foreplay.

Do you want to f*** with me?

Your friend

with the pink lipstick.

She was from the street.

I don't know her name.

Wrong answer.

Look into my eyes and listen

to the sound of my voice.

There is nothing

but the sound of my voice

and my eyes.

I will count backwards

from five.

When I reach one,

you will be under my spell.

Five.

I want you to completely

free your mind.

Four.

All tension flows

from your body.

Three.

You feel totally relaxed.

Two.

You're light as a feather.

One.

A deep sleep envelopes you.

Can you hear me?

Yeah.

Tell me your name.

Shay Maree Ryan.

How old are you, Shay?

Tell me something

about yourself.

I never forget a face.

Where are you from?

Up north.

Why are you here?

Mum died, so I ran away.

Sorry.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Look at me.

You're beautiful.

Don't.

Can I see you again?

Do you want to see me

or see me?

I want to see you.

"Harry the Impossible."

Will you call?

I don't just hypnotize anyone,

you know.

It wouldn't work out.

How do you know if you don't

take a chance?

What's in the bag, b*tch?

Hand it over,

and you won't get hurt.

You're the one'll get hurt.

Aww teach her

some manners, Rock.

I'll teach her some f***in'

manners, all right.

Oh, f***!

My f***in' eyes!

My f***ing head!

You b*tch!

I f***in' hate you people.

Open your mouth!

Open your mouth!

I want a room.

$25 the half,

$30 the hour.

Five bucks for the towel.

No, for the...

for the night.

Room three, first floor,

end of the corridor.

Thanks.

Whoo, oh, my God!

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Mum.

Don't you ever be afraid

to take a chance, Shay,

you know?

We're looking for your friend.

I don't know her.

Yeah, but you know what she

looks like, though, don't you?

Huh?

Don't ya?

No.

Ah!

Don't you?

Stop, stop.

All right.

All right!

She didn't see you.

She can't hurt you.

You can't trust women.

Sh*t just f***in' flies

out of their mouth

without them even thinking.

It's biological.

It's because they got

a c*nt hidden away.

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