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the way up my arm. And I look down at my thumb, and it was hanging down like a

f***ing dead caterpillar. -[Star] Jesus Mick.

-[Mick] So, I drop the piece, and bend over to get a better

look at the thumb. And suddenly everything

goes black. -[Mick] What the f***.

-[Star] Would you take it easy. -I was going to tell ya--

-Get off! [Star] But you just kept

rambling on Mick. He ran out in front

of me the other night. I mean he scared the crap

out of me. But uh, he's actually

quite cute. -So I'm keeping him

at the squat.

-No you're not. Are you mad? You've gonna have to start

thinking with you head

stab a woods, instead of your big

souled head. [Star] Listen Einstein I

couldn't exactly leave him

half run over on the road, now could I? Anyway, he doesn't

want to go home. He has beef with his folks. [Mick] Beef with his folks

ain't staying with us. Probably kidnaped him and

straight to jail. [Star] He might not

be staying with you,

but he's staying with me. Here, Milo. -Where are you going?

-To camp! [Star sighs] Come on. Mick is just f***ing with you

head, we want you to stay. They're all gonna be gone

when you get there. Come on Milo. Please. Come on. [officer] Sweet tea does help,

believe it or not. [officer] Now I just need to

take down any new details, so, anything that might help the

team that are already out

there looking for Milo. My father's investigator found

Milo's rucksack on the road. -And where was it found?

-[Brand] In Naas. -Close to the ansap.

-Alright. -On the road to Dundee?

-[Brand] Yes. [Nadia] He's never

been anywhere alone. He wouldn't know how

to take care of himself. He's probably lying

in a ditch somewhere, -dead.

-Madam, please, I. [trembles] -[officer] Now is Milo

on medication.

-No. Yes. [trembles] His cream is still

in his rucksack. Sorry this is his medication? No, it-it's just skin cream. [officer] Sir, would you

just let her speak. What kind of medication

is it madam? It's for his skin. But we haven't told him

the truth. Nadia this has got nothing to

do with any medication. [officer] Sir, would you mind

leaving the room for a moment? Yes, yes, I would mind. My wife's obviously upset,

I'm not leaving her. Sir, you need to step outside. [scoffs] we have nothing to hide here. [officer] Well then it doesn't

matter now does it? What did you tell her? I told her everything. Give me your bag. -Why?

-Just give it to me. You can walk home. [dog barking] [grunting] [moaning] I don't intend spending

the best years of my life, doing time. Again. I've been thinking Mick. Maybe we should go to Amsterdam

instead of Portugal. I mean, we blend in more there. And you could just pull grass, without having to look over your

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