Soundproof

Oh. Oh, that's nice. Nice echo.

-And your chariot awaits. -Oh! Oh, thank you so much.

-Let's try harder. -The pleasure is all mine.

We're still, okay?

Oh, what about Cath's hair?

-Uh-oh! -Careful, careful. You mad woman.

You are crazy, yeah?

Seriously though, what she look like?

-Paul McCartney. - Fuck you.

Yeah, you're right.

Hmm. God, I never wanna do that thing.

What? Get fat and have bad hair?

Mm, no.

Get to a certain age and just decide to be old.

Fuck's sake,

I'm Gemini. I got youthful energy.

So I like a toy-boy.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm.

If you could choose to stay at any age, what, what would it be?

I don't know. I mean, I'm probably not even there yet, you know?

-Yeah. -I reckon one day, I'm gonna be a right, sexy silver fox.

Yeah, I reckon you will, you smooth bastard.

Well, I still feel 23

and I am definitely not hanging up my party shoes.

-Yeah? -

-Thank God for that. -Mm.

Come on. Let's get you back to mine.

Ugh, fuck.

-You want some? -No. No. You've done those already tonight, love.

What? You're the one who said you wanted me all fresh, huh?

Hey, love, stay in the car.

-What? What's going on? -

I'm just gonna pick something up, yeah?

What? What are you talking ab...

-Two minutes. -Yeah.

- -Cunts.

Yeah. Yeah, I've got it.

Because I counted it.

Look, I'm not gonna fucking lose it, am I?

Fucking prick.

- -

What is this shit, Jo?

Oh, what's your problem?

- -

-You should look where you're going. -Look, leave it.

We should go. Please.

Kev. Kevin!

Sorry, mate, but you just pulled out.

- -

Oh, my God. Wait, just stop!

Please.

- - Fucking cunt.

- Oh, my God. - Get in the car.

What is wrong with you?

- -

Dyl.

Ugh.

Whites?

Get out.

- -

He was such a hypocrite, Jo.

Thursday? You were seeking your unfucking thing.

- That's different. -Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Well, because I don't beat people up when I'm pissed, do I?

Who put Paul on the job?

I don't know.

You need to chill out, you know?

You get so angry sometimes.

Fuck.

Look,

I'm sorry, yeah?

Yeah.

Do you want some?

Here.

Relax, okay?

Look.

-Oh, Kev. -Why don't you put these on?

-Yeah? -I'm not in the mood!

Yeah, but you were before. Remember?

There was a kid in that car.

But did I hit the kid?

No. Exactly, so...

- Bullshit. Bullshit. -

Kev, I don't want to.

-Kev, I don't want to. -

- -It's okay. It's okay.

- -I said no!

-Chill. -

Get off. Just get... No. Get off.

Just get off. Just... Ow!

Ow! Jesus Christ, Kevin.

Ah. Get off.

Ow! Stop it.

Christ. Get off me. Fuck off, Kevin!

Fuck!

What's happening?

Is...

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

-What have you done? -I just wanted him to stop.

Oh, my God, is he...

Um... Oh, shit.

Izzy, I need the keys.

- - Izzy?

I've killed him.

-It's alright. It's alright. It's alright. -I killed him.

-It's alright. Look at me. -I killed him.

-It's okay. It's okay. -I killed him.

-It's okay. Okay. -I killed him.

-I'm gonna fix this, alright? -I killed him.

Come on. Uh, go, splash your face

with cold water. Go on. Off you go.

Sort yourself out.

Oh, shit.

You carry on like that, you'll drink your bar dry,

you'll drink your bank account dry.

There will be no job for me or for you.

At least someone will be drinking this stuff.

-Is this your playlist? -Yeah.

-You stepped the music up. - I know.

-What? Eh, eh. I like it. -

Hey, sweetie.

Can you talk?

I can't really hear you.

-Are you alright? -Not really.

Hey, what's happened?

There's been a bit of an accident.

I think Kev's dead.

What?

I think we killed Kevin.

Well, what do you mean "you think"?

-Is he dead or what? -Well...

There's blood and he's not breathing.

-What happened? -He was all...

pumped up, like he gets, you know?

And he, he attacked some bloke in a car,

and, and then we came.

-And then Izzy came in and she hit him with my lamp. -Izzy?

Yeah, she's in bits, Mil.

-Is there anywhere you can go? -No.

I don't... I don't know. I don't--

-What do you mean? -Think, Jo!

Oh, God. Go on. Get out.

Go back to your rooms now.

- -Um...

My uncle's got that caravan,

-down by the coast. -Okay, good.

You go there now.

You make it look planned. You stay for a week

like it's a holiday, yeah? When you come back,

you leave your fingerprints on everything.

Call the police like you've just found him, okay?

What? Would that work, do you think?

What? What else you gonna do?

Tell them it's Izzy?

Yeah, that, that can't happen.

Kev's got enemies, yeah?

When someone like Kev turns up dead,

the police don't tend to ask many questions, okay?

Wha... What about Pete?

I could... I... He'd know what to do.

I could call him.

Pete's a fucking psycho.

You just killed his baby brother.