28 Years Later: The Bone Temple

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Hello?

Fucking useless piece of shit.

Welcome to the fucking nightmare.

Go on. Go on, Jimmy.

Don't let it be you, Shite.

Where you going? Fuck you, boy!

You got this, Jimmy. You got this!

Old Nick's gonna have his way with you.

I think he's never seen a knife in his life, has he?

Fucking quivering piece of shit.

Aw! Look at the little baby.

It's all for Old Nick.

Come on, Shite, I'm fucking bored, man.

Aye.

Get him, Shite. This is your chance.

Fuckin' hell.

-Fucking move it. -You little shit.

Fingers. -

You understand, this is a fight to the death.

No quarter.

Yes, Sir Jimmy.

Are you watching, Father?

Master.

Dark Lord.

Are you ready

to see if the boy has what it takes to be a finger?

Good.

Okay.

-Fight. -Whoo!

Fucking come on, then.

Fucking get him, boy.

Go on. -

-Fucking have him. -

See this? See that?

I'll make it easier for you.

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Watch it, Shite. -Come on!

Come on, kid. Fucking do it!

Ooh!

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Unlucky, pal.

- -I bet that hurts.

- -You dropped your knife.

Just... please.

Do you wanna pick that blade up?

-Go on. Go on.

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Yes, Shite!

- Yes, son.

Fucking prick.

You're taking the piss.

Don't fucking you worry about that, Jimmy.

I plan to.

I'm just messing wi' you, kid.

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Go on, kid. Go on. Take it.

Pick it up!

-Too slow, pal. -

I could do this for fucking hours.

Fuck's sake, just finish it.

He's half your fucking size.

I'll tell you what.

After I'm done with this little prick,

how about me and you, fancy that?

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-Ahhh! -Ooh!

Shit!

Oh, fuck!

You little fucking cunt.

I'm gonna skin you wi' your own fucking blade.

Oh.

-What... -What the fuck? What the fuck?

-Oh... Fucking hell.

Oh, fuck me. Oh, no.

That's you fucked, Jimmy.

What d'you... What d'you mean?

That's an artery he's hit there.

Aye, it is.

Oh, no. -That's a lot of blood.

Ooh-hoo.

Fuck. Please. No, no, no!

-No! -

Fuck! Fuck.

Somebody, please help me!

Stop laughing. Help me!

Hey, that's not how it fucking works.

But...

Sir.

No, Jimmy's right. That's not how it works at all.

Shit!

Jesus Christ.

Oh, Jesus! Oh, God.

Christ, God!

What are you calling on those shite cunts for, Jimmy?

Sir, please help me.

-Help, please, I'm scared. What, you wee crybag?

Sir, I'm getting...

What are you getting, Jimmy?

Getting hungry?

Getting horny?

Getting sleepy?

[EXHALES DEEPLY, BREATHING CEASES]

Aw, sleepy.

Bless.

What's your name, son?

S... S... Spike.

Spike? No, no.

No, that doesnae sound right.

I think your name is...

It's Jimmy.

Jimmy.

-Howzat? Howzat.

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Mine. Give us a kiss.

Whoo.

No! No! No!

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Well, an infected patient.

This is strange.

Possibly a world's first, Samson.

Yeah, you have a name.

I chose it when I first saw

the new Alpha that had taken the woods

as his hunting ground.

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I named you for your size and strength...

and hair.

I'm Doctor Kelson.

Although right now, I feel more like Androcles...

removing thorns from the lion's paw.

Which means...

you owe me, by the way.

Just kidding.

I'm NHS.

No charge.