:54:02
Don't point that at my bollocks!
:54:04
Planks of wood. I'm working
with fucking planks of wood.
:54:08
Shit! What the fuck is that?
:54:12
What the fuck's that?
:54:13
It's my bren gun.
:54:15
Haven't you got something
more practical?
:54:19
Don't none of you slags move.
I'll kill the lot of you!
:54:22
Who you gonna kill, Plank?
There's no one there?
:54:27
Aaagh! They fucking shot me!
:54:30
Well, shoot 'em back.
:54:35
Jesus, Plank! Couldn't you get
smokeless cartidges?
:54:38
Shit, I've been shot.
:54:40
I don't believe this. Could
everyone stop getting shot?
:54:43
John, sit down and patch
yourself up, you tart!
:54:47
It's a fucking air rifle!
:54:55
- What the fuck was that?
- The bren gun.
:54:58
Fire that gun again,
you're a dead man.
:55:01
No ifs, no buts,
you're a dead man!
:55:03
I've got bollock ache with this.
Where's my fucking gun?
:55:11
Now I've got your attention.
Firstly, I'll blow his toes off.
:55:18
There go his toes.
:55:20
If you want me out of here,
open the fucking gate
:55:23
or I'm gonna blow his leg off!
:55:26
They're gonna kill us
if we do, man.
:55:28
Poor J'll certainly get it
if we don't. He's serious.
:55:33
I'm losing patience.
Hurry up, girls!
:55:34
It's all fucking right!
:55:39
Willie, he doesn't know
you're here...
:55:42
Sort something out.
:55:56
And all your friends,
there's a good lad.
:55:59
- There's only three of us here.
- I don't believe you.