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Let's do it again!

Hide!

- Hey, you!

- What?

You don't come from round here, do you?

F*** off.

All right, Charlie?

Hey, you!

Away back to your f***ing hostel,

you jakey [tramp] bastard, you!

You're going to get my toe

up your fanny, son.

Come on then, f***ing try it,

you prick!

You'd just better watch yourself, c*nt,

or you're going to end up like the

fireman down there. Know what I mean?

What are you staring at?

?? limp dick! Come on then! Try it!

I want you to!

Jonah!

If anyone wants to handle them, we have

the key and we allow them to handle them.

- These are the actual stones, they're not

replicas? - No, these are...

Wee Jonah's in here.

- What?

- Wee Jonah's in here.

He's greeting [crying].

- They've locked a boy in there.

- What?

There's a boy locked in there.

Right, come on, let him out.

Hey you two, f***ing let him

out of there.

No! You f***ing let him out!

We don't come from here, remember?

That's an evil wee bastard, that.

You'd better let him out.

F***ing leave him. Serves him right

for hanging about with those wee pricks.

- Let him out, he'll suffocate.

- You let him out.

- You're a miserable bastard, y'know that?

- What, I'm a miserable bastard?

Who's the one who's been

greeting all day, eh?

You know f***ing why.

Aye, I know.

Do you still love me, eh?

Aye, you're a romantic girl, Alice.

I'll give you that though.

All right, sir?

It's the fire brigade.

Stand well back from the door,

because we're coming in.

Slight technical hitch here sir,

be with you in a minute.

Alice!

Alice, get over here.

What?

Get up off your arse and get over here!

Put your fingers under there.

When I say "pull", try and

pull it open, all right?

You ready? Right, pull.

Pull!

Try again. Pull!

F***ing hell! It's jammed solid.

Oh my god!

It's all right.

Wee man, can you hear me?

- What's he saying?

- Nothing.

- Dear god, he's dead!

- He's not dead!

Well how come you can't

hear anything then?

I can hear him greeting,

so he's not dead, all right?

Poor wee darling!

Get him out of there, Rudy,

get him f***ing out of there!

What the f*** do you think

I'm trying to do?

Wee man, we're going to have to

phone the fire brigade.

Just just keep calm, all right?

Can you hear me?

You get him to calm down, I'll get

somebody to phone the fire brigade.

Right?

It's all right, son.

I know how you feel.

I suffer really bad from claustrophobia.

Lifts, trains...

buses, even shops.

I hate them.

I hate being shut in.

You just sit back and relax, all right?

All right?

They lock their doors but they don't

clean their middens. Manky bastards!

Excuse me! Excuse me, pal!

Can you phone the fire brigade?

There's a boy trapped in there!

Excuse me!

That nearly took my f***ing head off!

Rudy!

Rudy, get over here, quick!

See if that had touched me,

I'd have got it put down!

- He says he can't breathe!

- It's all right, it's all right.

It's not f***ing all right!

He can't breathe!

Get over there and pull. Pull!

Oh, would somebody help us, please!

- What are you doing?

- I'm trying to get him some air.

- I saw it in a film.

- What film?

I don't know what f***ing film.

F*** sake. What film?

Wee man, get your face up close to it.

Breathe! Get the air. Do you hear me?

- Do you think he's all right?

- I don't know.

Are you all right, son?

He blew in my ear!

He blew in my ear.

- Tell him he's to suck, not blow.

- You're a crude bastard.

I need a drink.

What about the fire brigade?

Did you finish this, b*tch?

What have I told you about doing that?

What have I told you?

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