4.3.2.1.

Come down with the stones. Right now!

We've got what you want,

now give us what we want.

Hi, stranger.

Nice pants.

So, when you gonna come back?

Soon. Maybe Monday.

Hey, ladies.

Hi.

College isn't the same

without you.

Give us a cig, Jo.

I've got one left.

- Really?

- Please?

- Fine.

- Thank you.

All right, listen,

we have so much to tell you.

There's Dillon. Oi, MySize!

Lemon sorbet, bruv.

- The guy's there, bruv.

- No, I'm getting my lemon sorbet, man.

What are you talking...

Forget your lemon sorbet.

What do you mean,

"Forget my lemon sorbet"?

I like my lemon sorbet, bruv.

Nobody makes lemon sorbet

like Mr Cappuccino, get me?

He didn't even look at me, just you three.

What? He was looking at all of us.

No, it was you three.

- I've got a man.

- Out of luck with me.

- Well, Jo's in luck, then.

- Please, you're the one who likes him.

- Do I need to do any work?

- No, I'm not handing mine in till Monday.

That's right, I forgot.

You're off to see cyber lover boy.

I'm going to my audition.

When Sir Jago Larofsky moves to Europe,

he's only taking on three students

and I want to be one of them.

Whatever. Have you skyped with Brett,

by the way?

He doesn't have Skype.

So, tell me, do your parents

actually know that they're paying

for their baby girI to snare her first catch

in the penis flytrap?

- No.

- Or in layman terms "get f***ed"?

What the f*** you thinking, blud?

You like ladies handbags, yeah?

Oh, my God.

Kerrys, come on!

Kerrys.

F***, yeah.

Where's my bag? Cass, this is yours.

Jesus, you guys carry

way too much stuff.

Don't look up my skirt.

You're lucky I don't cable tie you.

- Why are you carrying cable ties?

- Just in case. I'll show you.

What is it with you men?

You just want, want, want.

If it's not what's in our purses,

it's what's in our pants,

or a piece of everything else

we're better at than you.

They've called the police.

Want me to take over?

Cheers. See, Cass?

And you, remember one thing

when they're arresting you, yeah?

You ain't getting this,

I don't cook, and girls rule, b*tch.

Hey, I think these are your keys.

Thanks.

All right, ball-bag?

Let's see how you like looking up my skirt.

So, Kerrys, when's the driving test?

Tomorrow.

Then it's gonna be Kerrys Hamilton.

No, Button. No, wait, Hamilton.

And are you seriously gonna lose it to Brett?

Yeah, of course.

Great, you can all talk about it

while I just gather dust.

At least you've had sex.

Not like Mother Teresa over here.

- By choice, Jo.

- Yeah, well, I wish I hadn't.

Yeah, agreed. Men are overrated, babe.

Wait, so if Brett doesn't have Skype,

have you even seen a picture of him?

Yes, of course.

Like that's what he really looks like.

I bet he's gonna be a sweaty, old pig.

What do your parents think

you're doing

when you're not auditioning?

Staying with Annie.

And they believe that?

- Yes.

- Don't push me.

It's the police, man. Let's go.

You'd never have won the war

without us.

Which war's that?

The one on drugs or terror, 'cause...

What are you guys doing?

Move, man. Get off me!

- I dropped one, man. I dropped one, man.

- Hey, what you doing?

Go away.

- Sh*t!

- No, no, no. Come on, this way. This way.

You know, if you never talk to him,

it's never gonna happen,

and he's a great guy.

Shaz, just wait like I did.

Seriously, Mr Right

will come along eventually.

And if you can't find Mr Right,

- get Mr Vibrator.

- Mr Vibrator.

- Oh, no.

Let's go, come on.

Speaking of men, don't forget,

it's my brother's birthday party on Sunday.

Got loads of family coming,

and I think I'll go nuts if you lot ain't there.

- Wish me love.

- Love, b*tch.

Bye, guys.

Doors closing.

Just sit down. Just talk to me.

Please...

- No, I've said... I've made up my...

Please, please.

Is someone gonna tell me

what's happening?

I'm leaving.

- What do you mean?

- Did you not read my note?

I put a note in your bag.

It explains everything.

What note?

I just can't do this any more.

- Bye, Jack.

- Lauren, no...

No, Mum, wait. What note?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Armed with inside knowledge

and a taste for the spectacular,

a gang of thieves managed to pull off

the biggest gem theft that Antwerp,

the diamond cutting capital of the world,

has ever suffered.

The operation reads like a film script,

but, police say,

it was conducted with no melodrama.

No shoot out, no screeching tyres

and no blood.

Is Jo home?

Jo, your weird mate's here.

- Hey.

- Hey. Sorry, I'm in a rush.

- Are you okay?

- No.

Is it about that boy stuff?

Look, babe, they're not worth it.

- Really.

- No, it's not about that.

You didn't come here to borrow my...

- No... That... No.

- Okay, good.

Well, then, what is it?

'Cause I really gotta go.

- My mum...

- Gwen, you f***ing b*tch,

- did you take my hair ties again?

No, b*tch, I didn't.

Look, Shan, I've really gotta go.

What do you want?

I just need to talk to someone.

- Can we talk tomorrow?

- No, I need to talk to you now.

Sit down. Sit down here.

Hey, listen,

I don't want no f***ing attitude from you.

Look, bruv, I got family over.

I can't have them in my house long.

- I can't risk being involved.

- It's one night.

You're like a f***ing child, man.

All right, listen, here's what we're gonna do.

You are gonna do what I tell you,

you understand me? Huh?

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