Knuckledust

How is it downstairs, Father?

As above, so below.

Busy and bloody, my child.

Just how I like it father.

"Fifty year old well-hung bear

plays blank to make you unload."

- What's this game again? - "Fill my hole."

I read a blurb from the phone sex line in this erotic literature.

Phone sex line still exist?

Yeah. I know. It's so 80's.

So would you want me to do again?

Guess the missing word.

"Filling my hole" in the sentence?

And the joke works on two levels.

Barely works on one.

So?

Well-hung bear plays...

Um... keytar?

- A keytar? - It's a keyboard you play like a guitar.

- That a euphemism. - No, it's an instrument.

- Why a keytar? - Well, you said it was 80's.

No... I feel like I'm chairing an Alzheimer's Anonymous meeting

surely that would just be an Anonymous, Anonymous meeting.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Zero kills.

Who should I bet on?

So, "dirty."

Finally. "Fifty year old,

well-hung bear plays dirty to help you unload."

Silencer selfie.

Nigel to the arena. Nigel to the arena.

Nigel, clear the arena, pronto. Pronto.

Sorry, I had to get my bucket...

It's been a busy night.

You've 20 bodies to cut and bag.

- I know, I just... - Don't forget,

after the body bagging you're on glass duty.

Jeremiah out.

- But you said... - Not now Nigel!

Nailed it.

Dave.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry, can you...?

Just get her in there. That's it. There she is.

No, no. Hold on.

There's just, just a touch.

There we go.

Okay, that's all in.

All right Gary? How's your mum?

Great chat. Press the button.

Right. Just two seconds. Sorry.

There we are. Just nearly out, that's us.

There we go.

There we go.

Naughty, naughty.

You nearly missed the main event.

I'm the main event.

Ledge!

You surpass yourself, Tick Tock.

The blonde stays.

- Put the moose pig back in its cage. - No.

"No," as my father taught me,

is the last word I hear from dead men.

Yes, Mr. Requin.

No is a word I imagine people want

to say to you a great deal, Junior.

It's just you don't want to hear it.

No, I don't want to touch you.

No.

Jeremiah's not a moose pig.

How dare you?

How dare you??

Listen carefully.

You'll probably hear this truth once from a woman.

I'm only interested in you for the money.

Expendability against expenditure.

You give us disposable men to fight to their deaths,

I give you disposable income

to pay for the women who'd rather be dead than touch you.

I can give men, women, boys, and girls.

I need fighting age men.

Military background a plus

and nobody who will miss them when they're gone.

You have balls.

Balls break. I don't.

Your anonymity is guaranteed.

Nobody knows the names of the clients but me and my boss.

Nobody knows the password to get to the names but me.

Zero kills.

Hard Eight has a code of conduct.

How will a man who can't kill on request,

die on request? Hmm?

We have leverage.

He'll go down on the third.

If he lasts that long.

Rawbone does not hold back.

So Hard Eight has to cling on for three long rounds.

Where did you find Rawbone?

My father.

He won him in a game of cards and loaned him to me.

I told father I would bring him back in one piece.

Don't make me a liar.

We never really chatted much, did we?

You're a good man.

Everything you do, it's much appreciated, Nige.

Means a lot coming from you, mate.

Remember, down in the third. Not before or after.

I know that hurts you,

you hate to lose.

Tonight goes wrong, or hurts our business.

You hurt our business, we hurt her.

Chrissy.

We have eyes and ears everywhere.

In the beginning I asked you a question.

Is there anyone who would miss you if you went missing?

You said no.

You made a decision to lie,

and now you get to make one last decision.

You die...

or she dies.

These names, all people I killed.

I have a place for your name right here.

Oh yeah,

need me to spell it for you?

Yeah!

Don't kill the guests.

Father Arkancide, my lips to God's ears,

Hard Eight dies by your hand.

Ow, you...

Bet you're glad I overhead Hard Eight's secret call now, huh?

Payback's a beautiful bitch.

- Who is it? - Police, open up.

We've heard reports of screams coming from your flat.

Screams? Haven't heard any screams.

- But you will. - P-Please.

Please don't.

No, no, please.

Please don't shoot.

Is the bitch dead?

All right. I thought you were happy.

No, I understand. You're not happy.

Hard Eight isn't getting past...

What?

We have men waiting for him. Don't worry. I'll fix this.

I love you.

Mm-hmm, I want my money back.

Money I bet, money I should have won.

- Please, Mr. Requin... - Shut your mouth.

You made me break my promise to my father

that I would bring him back in one piece.

Well technically, that's still true.

I'll have to pay for a funeral.

You know what a coffin this size costs? Hmm?

You steal my money, you make me a liar.

Give me one good reason why

I shouldn't have Tick Tock here rip your fucking heart out.

There's two.

My knees ache.

The cramps churn.

I just want to crawl up into a ball and...

Now you're getting it.

The bleeding seems never-ending.

The dull pain in the lower back is constant.

Every once in a while...

Shooting pains.

And the headaches, brutal, right?