:45:04
Brian's too soft for any of that.
:45:07
Isn't he?
:45:10
I don't know what you're talking about.
:45:15
You didn't do it for him...
:45:19
...did you?
:45:22
'Cause if I thought...
:45:25
Well, you could kiss
those lovely lips goodbye.
:45:34
And I wouldn't stop there.
:45:40
Any messages for me?
:45:42
Somebody called Ronnie McMinn
phoned this morning. Got his number.
:45:45
Just a pal of mine wanting a game of golf.
:45:47
- Any luck with your clubs?
- What do you expect?
:45:49
The police are a bunch of worthless,
skiving assholes.
:45:52
What about your missing persons?
:45:54
Fucked off in a drunken huff
and left his missus.
:45:56
Is she a dog?
:45:58
Stuart, my son, she is a total fucking dog.
:46:01
Can't blame the poor fucker.
:46:04
Maybe he topped himself having to gaze
at her ugly mug while trying to digest.
:46:10
Clutch, accelerator, brake.
:46:12
No. Brake, accelerator, clutch.
:46:15
Surely.
:46:21
Neutral.
:46:23
"Always make sure
your vehicle is in neutral...
:46:26
...before you start your engine, Petula...
:46:29
...or I will punch your fucking lights out."
:46:35
"Mirror, signal, maneuver."
:46:37
Now what the fuck was that about?
:46:46
Oh, my God!
:46:53
We bring Brian's body here after it's dark.
:46:55
We'll make it seem
the kidnappers held him here...
:46:58
...and tortured him for days
before they killed him.