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We'll go and pick her up.

Sh*t.

Well, you are a bit of c*nt.

Yes, fair enough, Mr. Rape-o.

- Jamie, please.

- You sick fucks.

I see you've turned the missus

to face the wall.

God rest her.

- Must be ashamed of something.

- Something disgusting.

Sophie must have done that.

Doesn't want her dead mom

to see what a mess you've made.

She'd die all over again.

Jamie, really, what do you want?

We may find

that we need some more money.

I haven't got any more money.

All right, well,

since you're an old friend...

...tomorrow morning.

Or I'll be forced to collect.

- Maybe you can take the Porsche?

- That f***ing crap piece of sh*t?!

F***.

F***.

Sophie?

Where are you, hon?

Okay.

Trust me. Trust me, okay?

Are you in there?

- Sophie?

- They did this to me...

...your father and his friends.

Where are you?

Billy boy.

Give it to her.

Sophie?

Sophie?

Please!

- Sophie.

- They've gone.

You okay?

I could hear them talking.

Just hold on a minute.

F***ing hell.

F*** it. Take this off.

Quickly.

I f***ing love you.

I f***ing love you.

I want you to turn over for me.

Turn around. Turn over.

- That's it, good girl.

- Adam.

- Listen to me.

- Adam, no.

Now, listen.

I just want you to tell me something.

- I need you to tell me.

- No!

- Are you ready for a f***? Tell me.

- No!

F***ing tell me.

Want a very good f***?

No! F*** off.

What the f*** are you doing?

Stop it.

What are you doing?

No.

No.

Adam!

Adam.

Adam.

Adam!

You f***ing...

You can't do this!

You f***ing coward.

I'm cold.

Let's get you in the house.

F***ing help me.

Come on, stand up.

Help me.

Where did you come from?

You fell against the car horn.

I heard it from the road.

The road's two miles away.

I want...

I want to thank you.

I was making a mistake.

Another mistake.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I've done something.

Go on.

I knew some people...

...who were friends of mine.

I owe them money.

And we used to work together

long time ago in the military.

After Maggie died,

I began to see them a lot.

Who's Maggie?

My wife.

Anyway, I was driving them home,

these friends of mine.

We'd been drinking.

Must have been 4 in the morning.

And there she was.

My daughter.

Miles from anywhere.

Sophie, need a lift home?

Leave her. I'll pick her up later.

We'll take her. Yes, Bill?

I'd love to take her.

Crisis.

I try to make sure Sophie

isn't around these two men.

Just because the way they look at her.

They're cold, cold men.

Anyway, she...

Jamie starts telling her things

about me. Toying with her.

We've been to a party.

And your papa's invited us all

back to yours.

I think we should just put him to bed.

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