44 Inch Chest Page #5

You f*** off,

you horrible c*nt.

You're a traitor.

I hate uou.

- Well, if you're gonna

start calling me names

- Don't you

a nasty, unfaithful cow who

sucked another man's bell-end

tell mefucking tell me

that I'm calling you names.

Who is he?

- Does it matter?

- Who is he?

Tell me the c*nt's name.

I want to know.

- He's just a guy.

- Oh, just a guu.

He's just a guy.

Not a bloke?

Not just a bloke?

He's a "guy. "

He's a c*nt.

I'll cut his cock off

when I find him.

- Stop it, Colin.

- Oh, that's right.

Stick up for the c*nt,

'cause you're on his side,

side of the "guy. "

Well, let me tell you

something, Liz,

and mark my f***ing words,

I will tear the flesh

off his face with my teeth

and stick it

in your f***ing handbag.

- Right, that's it.

I'm going.

We'll talk later.

- Where d'you think

you're going?

You ain't going nowhere.

You think you can say that to me

and just go?

Leave me with that?

Stick a bomb in my brain

and just go?

Well, you can't.

Tell me his f***ing name.

I caught her

right on the f***ing chin.

Her head...

bounced off the door frame.

She fell, looking at me.

- Good boy.

- Good bou.

Not good boy.

Not good boy.

I hit her so hard.

I heard her teeth rattle

in her f***ing head.

She was laying there.

She wouldn't look at me.

"Tell me.

Tell me," I said.

"Tell me his f***ing name. "

But she wouldn't look at me.

- Well, she wouldn't,

would she?

She couldn't, could she?

- Too ashamed.

- I grabbed her by the throat,

punched her.

"Tell me. "

Punched her.

"Tell me his f***ing name. "

She said it.

She told me.

- Just like that?

- Brazen

f***ing audacity.

- Cheeky c*nt.

- Taking the piss, mate.

- Just like that,

right in the heart.

- Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi.

- Straight in the heart.

- You hearing this?

What you've done?

What you're responsible for?

You proud of yourself?

Was it worth it?

All this pain?

- F***ed his wife.

F***ed his f***ing wife.

You f***ing wife-f***er, you.

You f***ed his f***ing wife,

you wife-f***ing c*nt.

Another man's wife.

You stupid?

Are you f***ing thick,

you c*nt?

F*** another man's wife?

You don't do that.

You do that,

it ends in this.

This.

This is where it ends.

You listening?

Are you hearing me?

Shitter.

Little shitter.

- You should have got

your own f***ing wife to f***.

- You're in deep sh*t, mate.

You're in

the worst possible place

a man can find himself.

When d'you wanna do this,

Colin, eh?

Come on.

When we doing it?

Come on.

It's time, innit?

Get it f***ing done.

What d'you reckon, eh?

Come on.

My blood's f***ing up.

What we saying?

Yes? No?

What?

Col?

It's up to you, mate.

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