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Nah, I'm not a grasser.

Right, see, Ocky, there's this one guy in

the Beast's wing that they call The Beast.

- The Beast?

- No, no, no, no, not the Beast.

- The...

- ... Beast.

Shouldn't really be inside a

normal prison, to be fair.

No, but the last time

he escaped from a mental institution

the local livestock bore

the brunt of his frustrations.

F***ed a Highland cow

to death, so they say.

Tore the horns clean

off the poor bastard.

Ronnie says the only way

they can keep The Beast quiet

is by putting a new model

in his cell every few weeks.

- A model?

- Aye.

That's what Ronnie and all the boys call

the fresh-faced laddies they send him.

- Supposed to be a big f***er as well.

- F*** off.

You get your f***ing hands off him

and you stand up straight.

6'4", full of muscle

and deaf as a post.

What's deaf got to do with it?

Cos he can't hear you

when you're screaming "no".

- Hung like a Derby winner, so Ronnie says.

- Aye.

Splits them all first

time without fail.

One thing's certain, you'd come out of

there with five new arseholes, pal.

That's if you ever do come out

after an experience like that.

So what's it gonna be, Ocky?

- Grass up?

- Or lock up?

There you go, pal.

You stop smoking, OK?

- Yes!

- That's it.

- That's it.

- Oh, yes!

That's it.

Turn off my gas, Carole. Go.

Go. Go! Go!

Oh, yes!

Did you really mean what you said

about falling in love with me?

You're a f***ing cow,

do you know that?

We have been turning off the gas for each

other and you are a work mate's missus.

So, do you know what that makes you

in my book?

Do ya?

It makes you a f***ing cow.

- Why are you being like this?

- Because... Because, darlin',

you let me in here and

you let me in there.

You don't let me in here.

And that's what love is.

What was all that? What was all that?

What was all that f***ing good stuff, eh?

That was all just games, weren't it?

Sad, silly wee games.

A test if you will. A test which you

have sadly and miserably failed.

Why are you saying all this? And why

did you call me by your wife's name?

You said you loved me, not Carole.

I need you to take a good, long, hard think

about what feelings actually are, OK?

Because, if you want me to fix

your head, easy-peasy Japanesey,

but only you... only you can

get in touch with your heart.

- But, Bruce...

- If you want a f***ing,

if you want a shagging

and a riding, I'm your man.

However, I've got to inform you, I find

all this just a little bit sordid.

And I can only imagine how much

this would hurt poor old Dougie

if he found out.

In his own f***ing bed, Christ!

Bruce, please stay. We need to talk.

No! I am on a murder case here.

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