Four Lions Page #5

- Its good.

- Just getting my pictures, bro.

- Waj, go away right now.

Come on.

- Where is it?

- Down here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Liquid peroxide.

Three years of stockpiling.

- Where did you get it all?

- A wholesale shop down the road.

- All from the same shop?

- Yeah.

- You mug, youll get us nicked!

- No.

I use different voices every time I go in.

Different what? Different voices.

Show me.

- What?

- Show me the voices. Come on.

- One of them s... Its my voice.

- Right.

Can I have 12 bottles of bleach, please?

I know what that sounds like.

Give me another one.

IRA voice.

IRA voice?

Theyre terrorists, Faisal.

Why do you want to do a terrorist voice?

Youll get us nicked!

- Ill be disguised then, wont I?

- Yeah, but as a terrorist.

Lets hear the voice.

Can I have...

And then Ive got one like this as well.

Can I have 12 bottles of bleach, please?

Whats that?

Its a womans voice

because I got loads of liquid peroxide.

Probably thought that she d go and...

And what?

...dye her hair or something.

- And her beard?

- You got a beard.

- I covered it.

You covered your beard. How?

Right, so you went into a shop,

with your hands on your face like that

and asked for 12 bottles of bleach?

So, why has she got her hands

on her face, Fess?

Cos shes got a beard.

Im sorry, brother Omar.

Maybe it were Gods will.

Maybe it were Gods will

I would do my video so...

- So maybe its not my fault.

- No, it is your fault.

It were Gods will that you were acting

like a complete prat, apparently.

It was defo your fault.

So, if that were Gods will,

then am I Gods fault?

Maybe Im Gods mistake.

- Does that mean Im going to hell, brother?

- Sh, sh, sh.

- Do mistakes go to hell?

- Shh, Waj.

What?

- Thats a drone.

- Hide!

- Its flying low. Its going to attack.

- Lets go!

Where are we gonna go, Waj?

Weve got to take it out.

Take it out with what?

We aint got no bullets.

- This is my mistake, bro.

- No, no, no. Waj, listen.

Think about it. This is Gods plan.

Hes put us here to defend the camp.

This is our jihad.

- Think about it.

- This is my mistake, brother.

Thats the devil thats in your brain

giving it the wasa-wasa.

Dont listen to him.

Gods in your heart, bro.

Right? What does your heart say?

Trust me. Come on.

It says maybe we should...

Huh?

Maybe we should flipping pop it, brother,

get back on jihad.

Good, Waj.

Right, OK.

What are we going to use?

- F***ing yes, bro.

- Shh, shh. Right, come on.

- Proper Mujahid, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Rubber Dinghy Rapids, brother?

- Mind out the way now.

- All right, OK.

- Come on.

- Flipping pop it, brother.

- OK.

Brother Omar!

The Arabs!

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