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everyone is very friendly, you know.

Just say you're friends of Jim

of Dirty Hole, they all know me.

- That's correct, thanks Jim.

- Thank you.

- Sam, are you okay?

- Alright. So?

The cottage we were staying in was a

working farm for people with problems.

Place where the troubled could

recuperate away from society.

They shut all these kind of

places down in the 1970s.

What kind of problems?

People with disability issues mostly.

They also took on the mentally ill.

- All under one roof.

- Really?

Yeah, very unPC now, I know,

but was the norm back then.

Hide the problem people away.

- That's terrible.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's terrible.

So what's the biggest

thing you ever burned?

Uhh, my school.

Oh my God.

No, it was empty.

I didn't kill anyone or anything.

Cool.

Why did you do it?

If you don't mind me asking?

No, it's cold that morning.

I was bored.

F***ing sh*t town.

Sh*t prospects.

Teachers who didn't give a toss.

I mean you sit there with all the other

kids ... all the f***ing d*ckhead kids.

Like Dwight?

Yeah, exactly like Dwight.

I mean, sit there and

let them run the class.

No, I mean, no one learned anything.

The whole system was a f***ing joke.

- So...

- Ka-boom.

Yeah, exactly. Ka-boom.

I burned the f***ing system.

Did you sleep alright, darling?

- Want some sugar?

- Yeah, please.

I didn't f***ing

touch your stuff, dude.

F***ing liar, Dwight.

I know you did.

- What's going on, boys?

Hey, I'm starving Kate.

What's for breakfast?

Tim, you okay?

I leave my things in order.

That's why I know you used them, right?

Twat didn't take his OCD

pills this morning, did he?

- F*** you Dwight.

- Yeah!

What the f*** you

gonna do, you mug?

Dwight!

Now do you want some breakfast?

I want a sausage. See I like a

sausage. Do you have one in here?

Dude, are you talking about a sausage,

or are you talking about your cock?

I thought so.

- Morning, morning.

- Morning.

Half past seven, we ought to

get going. It is a beautiful day.

Oh, we're just having some

breakfast. So Joey Beans.

- Oh, I thought you'd be done by now.

- No, just chatting.

Health and safety, I'm afraid.

Well, if it's that,

I not wearing one of these.

It got me out look

like a f***ing bin man.

- Here's a large one for you.

- A small, please.

- Thanks, Jeff.

- Tim! Catch! There you go.

Good. And one for me.

So, ETD ten minutes?

I Roger that.

- We'll be ready.

- Good. I'll be ... just great.

Come on. Don't struggle.

Early run. Let's get these

lights by to Milton Keynes.

- Absolutely beautiful.

- It depends.

- Man, how much further?

- Boring, ain't got food, does it?

Yeah, bro.

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