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Yeah.

Hey, are you my sister's mate?

Yeah, hi.

What the f*** are you doing down there?

Nothing.

Come on, man. I got to go to work.

Come on, man.

D*ckhead.

- Yeah, three triple vodkas, please, mate.

Yeah, no worries, man.

Here, shoot that. You'll feeI better.

And the other one.

So, what are you doing tonight?

Whatever you wanna do.

I'm kind of horny. I was thinking we could

go back to my yard and press flowers.

- Kerrys, where's that guy?

- Gone.

What the f*** are you doing? Are you nuts?

I'm over there with Jas and I saw him

feeling you up so I came over.

What, am I not allowed to get felt up now?

I wanted to go back to his place.

You're drunk, he's a d*ckhead.

You don't want nothing from that guy.

Trust me.

I haven't drunk that much.

I think it's time for you to go home, babe.

I just wanted

to go home with that guy. Jesus!

- Jo won't talk to me, my mum has just...

- What are you talking about?

I'm gonna kill you two b*tches.

- I thought he wanted to shag me.

- He changed his mind. Let's go.

- Come on.

- Kerrys.

I feeI sick.

Sh*t.

Hide. Go on, hide.

It's me. They're gone. Come on.

What happened?

One minute everything was fine.

- Why did he chase after us?

- Who knows?

Look, if we could figure men out,

we'd be millionairesses.

Slumdog millionairesses.

No?

Okay, I think you should go home,

babe, yeah?

- I'll call you in the morning.

- Wait.

When I was with you earlier,

did you see a note anywhere?

A note? From who?

Do you want a lift?

No. Thanks.

- Sh*t!

- Oh, f***!

- Hi, Cass, it's Shannon.

Hello, Shannon, how are you?

- How's it going in New York?

- Yeah, it's great.

- Look, Shannon, i've got to go...

- Did you see a note anywhere?

A note? No, sorry.

- Okay, but it's quite important.

- i've got to go, Shannon.

There were cameras,

sophisticated alarms,

on every main entrance and exit.

Suspicions and allegations

are now surfacing that it was an inside job,

masterminded to rid the vaults

of the blacklisted blood diamonds.

Ben Shepherd, News Central One, Antwerp.

Do you blame me, Dad?

No. No, no, it's your mum's fault.

I feeI like it's me.

Mum left,

Jo's sister says I'm weird

and Jo wouldn't talk to me.

I called Cass last night

and she wouldn't even talk to me, either.

And Kerrys, we've known each

other since we were kids and...

- Listen, it's not your fault.

- It must be.

That's why none of them will talk to me.

That's why no man wants to...

It's like

they all know what I did

and none of them will come near me.

Sweetie, come here, darling.

You know what? F*** all of you!

- You didn't call me.

- Go away, Shannon.

Why are you looking at me, blud?

Look down on the floor.

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