Lord of the Wolves

- 10 years I've been living in this city.

The day I moved here,

this guy had his head cut off in the streets.

Mum was kind of terrified.

I was 18 then.

Photography was something I'd always loved,

that's why I came here to study.

West London Uni was fine

more than Dad could realistically afford.

And photography is something you either have or you don't,

so the school was only good for this one teacher,

Professor Malone.

Basically took me under his wing.

I graduated, went freelance,

took weddings, shit gigs.

Yeah, it's a struggle.

Then in that funny way the universe works,

I came to actually live with Professor Malone.

I mean, Albert.

No, not how you're thinking.

Nothing weird, all right?

We just stayed friends.

I'm no trouble see,

I keep to myself,

so this all worked out for us pretty well,

for a while anyway.

I'm fucking fucked, aren't I?

- They wanna hospitalize you

for the first week of treatment.

I don't want it.

No treatment, Nic.

I've got other plans.

What plans?

I'm too young for this shit.

Well.

What am I supposed to do?

Nic.

I've got the fucking tumor.

You're fine.

No I,

yeah, I just,

fuck, I wanna cry.

It is what it is.

Doctors say I've got a year at the best.

We'll see.

Doctors really don't know anything.

They want more blood.

Why don't you head home?

I'll get a taxi when I'm done.

- Beth, will you hurry up in there.

We're gonna be late.

Just a minute, Todd.

What are you doing?

Beth!

Sorry.

- I said you looked fine 20 minutes ago.

The taxi's outside.

- I have Mr. Malone's test results.

You see this?

It's a malignant tumor.

I'm afraid to say went undetected

through stages one, two, and three.

It's not good news.

It can be treated with chemo,

but it's an aggressive treatment.

It wouldn't be easy for someone of Mr. Malone's age.

How long does he have?

With chemo,

no more than a year.

- So are you gotta tell me what all that was about or?

What?

You, acting like that.

Like what?

Weird, Beth.

What is wrong with you tonight?

I'm just tired.

Yeah well, you embarrassed me.

What are Jack and Sarah gonna bloody think?

I'm sorry.

- Next time if you don't want to come just say.

I did want to come, Todd.

No, if you wanted to come,

you wouldn't have sat there all zoned out

like you've got some sort of social problem.

You have to contribute to the conversation, Beth,

otherwise, what's even the point in having you there?

You've been off for weeks.

I don't know how much longer I can put up with this.

I need a drink and I'm off to bed.

Goodnight.

So what I'm hearing is that

you can only get ugly guys to fuck you now, Sean.

No, no, no, no.

What I'm saying is don't rule out

unfortunate-looking hookups.

Like why are we always looking for handsome faces

when they're not putting their fucking face in you?

It's like we're programmed to expect great sex

from pretty people,

but what matters is the dick.

Oh, Jesus.

- And the uglier they are the better they are at fucking.

- Oh, what? - Sean?

Whoa, what? What does it matter?

- Because they never get good looking guy

show them any attention.

So suddenly you're into them

and it's like Christmas came fucking early.

- You have a terrifyingly high opinion of yourself.

- Ugh, there's no way of saying this

without sounding like an asshole.

- So that wasn't the aim of this whole tangent?

- These guys just have this energy, right?

Like this could be their one chance with you

before you stop and realize,

wait, have I actually looked at this guy's face?

He looks like a fricking goblin.

- So how many Quasimodo-looking Grinder freaks

have you bottomed for already?

- Oh, Sean not told you his rule?

He always has three guys on the go.

Three regular fuck buddies.

Oh, Sean.

- Look this is the struggle of being single,

which I hate, by the way.

I don't have round on the clock access to dick,

which is like pretty sad.

- Sean, darling, you need therapy.

- Yeah. Conversion.

We don't want you no more.

So are they all ugly

or is it like you need two ugly ones

and a pretty one to balance it out?

It doesn't matter.

Sean just needs them to fuck good

and have a big monster cock.

Isn't that right, Sean?

Right? Sean.

Sean.

What?

To desperate times.

I'm not desperate, you bitch.

- No, 'cause you've gone through all the gym bros

within five mile radius.

- Aw babes, do they not takes you back?

- He ghosted a few too many times.

- Look, I ghost, they don't ghost me.

Oh, I get it. I get it.

You wanna be treated like a pretty little princess.

- Sean likes to be treated like a piece of meat.

Oh, and how would you know?

- You mean fucks like a piece of meat?

Pretty meat, though.

Oh, duh.

Like a fucking Fullblood Wagyu Tenderloin.

- No, you're definitely just the rump.

Cheers! Big cheers!

- Finish your fucking pornstars you queers

and let's go dance.

Oh shit.

Oi! Fuck this guy.

Oh, shit!

Hey!

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo.

- Sorry, I was just, I'm just a photographer.

No no, wait, wait, wait.

- What phone have you got for me?

Sorry?

What's this then?

That's my camera.

- I said what phone have you got for me?

I don't have anything for you.

- Do you wanna know what I got for you?

- Oh, fuck. - Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck indeed.

Phone and wallet.

- Okay, yeah. But this all I've got, okay?

Hey, no, no, no. That's my, please.

That's my camera.

It's got my photos on it for work.

Oh shut up!

If he says it's his, then it's fucking is!

Oi!

Is this what you wanted?

It's fucking junk, man.

Prick.

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

I live here.

- Sir, this is a restricted area.

This is my flat.

Nicholas Cross?

What the fuck is going on?

Let him through.

- Neighbor called in a disturbance.

So are you family or?

I'm his tenant.

We're friends. We're close.

He's at the hospital.

Doesn't look as though they can do much for him.