1. - Hey, Mum.
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3. I slept through it. Hi.
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4. Pia, Mum. Mum, Pia.
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5. - Nice to meet you.
- You too.
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6. Janet.
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7. - Pretty wee thing you've captured.
- Mum!
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8. Hey, I'm flattered. Thank you.
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9. - I like your accent.
- Ditto.
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10. What was that, love?
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11. Ditto.
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12. Uh, "ditto."
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13. Oh!
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14. So, did you grow up in America?
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19. - Yeah.
- Starving.
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21. Dad was.
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22. - Is that him?
- Aye. Kenneth.
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23. "Kenny," Mum called him.
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24. Is it creepy if I say
he looks good in that cap?
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25. A bit. Yeah.
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around the village,
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28. - You're only staying two nights?
- Well, we've got to head on to Rùm.
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30. Our... our film.
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31. Uh, about the rare egg guy.
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32. So, that's what your documentary's about?
This egg collector from Rùm?
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33. He's not a collector. He...
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against the commodification of nature.
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43. but the local cops aren't interested,
or they're too lazy.
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- Yeah. I mean...
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51. and 20 minutes later,
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53. - No, she doesn't. She likes you.
- She said that?
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63. Uh, needed a lot of caring, you know.
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65. Whole place was a lot quieter
from then on.
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67. I am.
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68. That is...
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70. I'm so, so sorry.
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71. Does that thing work?
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72. Uh, last time I checked.
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73. No tape. Boo.
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74. - What were you gonna film with it?
- Here. Watch.
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75. You okay? Good to go?
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77. Bergerac. Old detective show.
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78. Your folks were seriously into it.
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79. That's a whole lot of Bergerac.
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80. Uh, Mum had a crush on John Nettles.
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81. The... the guy who played Bergerac.
She used to say he had a nice bum.
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82. I do not wanna think about your mom
getting wet over some dude's butt.
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83. Well, he did have a nice one.
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84. You heading out?
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86. Might get windy.
I can fill you a thermos with some tea.
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87. - It's no bother, Mum.
- Well...
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- We should leave now.
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91. That's because
people paint landscapes.
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92. I mean, this place is amazing.
I can't believe it's so empty.
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93. We're the only ones here. It's weird.
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94. Davis McCardle.
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95. I told you
never to show your face in here again.
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96. You can walk right back out that door now!
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97. Hello, Stuart.
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98. How are you doing, you fucking wank?
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99. Hey! What the fuck is with that hair, eh?
You gonna tell me your pronouns?
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100. I just let it grow a bit. You know?
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101. I thought you were in London,
studying woke film theory,
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102. or whatever you call it.
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he used to cut about with.
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105. Years ago, Stuart made a model
for my short video.
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106. A spaceship.
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107. - Yeah, a Solaris tribute.
- With a working engine.
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making the next Star Wars,
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110. I'd help out with the special effects,
but he's, uh...
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111. he's turned his back on us old gadgies
now he's down the big town, eh?
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112. - See, he's not even introducing you to me.
- Oh, sorry.
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114. - She was in my film course as well.
- Oh!
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115. - Oh, your course, was it?
- No.
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117. Well, I thought they were gonna name it
after me, so...
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118. Yes, well, that would be
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119. What with fucking diversity and all that.
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120. Uh, three pints on the house. No charge.
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121. Crisps all around?
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122. It's a shame he's dragged you
out of London up to this ghost town, eh?
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123. All the holiday atmosphere of a hospice.
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if things don't pick up,
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128. we'll just have to bite the bullet
and jack it fucking in.
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129. Speak of the cunt.
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130. - What are you doing?
- Well, I sh... I should say hello.
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131. No, no, don't bother.
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132. That'll be his fifth refill today.
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he comes downstairs these days.
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It's a...
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It's so beautiful around here. I—
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143. How are you not overrun with tourists?
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146. - You didn't tell her about Iain Adair?
- Come on.
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147. - It's... it's a bit—
- Who is Iain Adair?
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149. Iain Adair was a guy who lived
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151. People said he was quiet, easily led,
not too bright. All of that, you know?
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152. But really, he was just some local guy.
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153. - Anyway—
- Turned out he tortured and killed people.
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155. I haven't got your storytelling instincts.
You tell it.
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156. - No, you spoiled it now.
- No, not the end bit with your dad.
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157. - What end bit with your dad?
- Can I just start from the beginning?
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158. Yeah, just pretend
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167. - They were here for about a week.
- Mr. Smiley.
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170. Come the end of the week,
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171. The cleaner comes to get their cottage
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175. - Creepy.
- Very creepy.
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176. - So, of course, Dad gets called in.
- His dad was a local policeman.
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177. - Aye, she knows that.
- Oh. Okay, sorry.
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Knocking on doors.
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179. This couple is nowhere to be found.
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180. Vanished off the face of the earth
and all that.
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181. After a day or two,
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184. Place is swarming with journalists.
It's a frenzy.
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185. But then weeks go by,
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186. And then Princess Diana died. You know?
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187. Papers moved onto that.
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188. Until one day—
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190. Mm.
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191. Iain Adair's drinking in here.
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192. - In here?
- He drank in here all the time.
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198. There's a poster of the missing couple
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199. He even makes comments about the girl.
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200. Yeah, the auld pissheid,
he tells Iain he's barred.
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201. Iain tells him to fuck off.
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202. Says he's got half a mind
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203. Nice.
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204. Dad's worried now 'cause Iain's a farmer.
He's got a shotgun.
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205. So, Dad asks Kenneth, his dad,
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have a word with him.
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207. - So then Dad—
- His dad, Kenneth.
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- Sorry.
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209. Dad drives up to Five Acres.
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211. Says, "I just wanna talk to you," etc.
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212. Iain doesn't answer.
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213. Dad's walking back to his car
when Iain opens the upstairs window and...
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214. shoots him.
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216. - Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
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217. - Not fatally, in the shoulder. Bad though.
- Holy shit.
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221. Then nothing.
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222. Backup arrives.
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223. They go in.
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224. Iain Adair shot his mum and dad,
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225. Total wipeout.
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226. - Farmicide.
- Mm.
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229. Oh God.
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230. Behind a wardrobe,
there's a hidden door leading to a bunker.
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231. - Old WWII, or '60s, or something.
- Here we go.
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232. And inside,
it's like a torture room.
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233. This guy had been abducting people.
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234. Keeping them down there and doing
God knows what for weeks at a time.
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235. And then burying the bodies
out in the fields.
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237. - Fuck me, and the rest of them.
- The rest?
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238. Around here, the countryside
can be pretty dangerous.
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239. There's deep water and all that, you know?
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240. Sometimes, people went missing.
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241. Walker takes a wrong turn, you know?
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242. Someone rents a kayak
and doesn't come back.
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243. Over the years,
nobody was really totting it all up.
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244. - How many we talking about?
- Eight.
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245. Oh.
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246. All been tortured.
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247. And the rest of it.
Dark sex things. Really extreme stuff.
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248. - Yeah. Okay.
- It'd give you nightmares.
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250. Yeah, that was Iain Adair.
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252. - Mm-hmm.
- Mm.
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253. And as you can imagine,
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254. End result?
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255. Fuck-all visitors.
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256. - Didn't just shit in his victims' mouths.
- Don't know he did that.
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259. - I mean...
- Well, his injuries weren't that bad.
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260. - He was in hospital a couple of weeks.
- Right.
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261. But while he was in there, he got MRSA.
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262. And that killed him over time.
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263. So, far as Mum's concerned,
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265. - She's not wrong.
- Aye.
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- Aye.
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267. Magda!
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268. Three pints.
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270. It's perfect.
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272. - See what?
- Can we get in there?
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273. No. It's boarded up. There's planks.
Why would we wanna get in there?
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279. but for years, this Hannibal Lecter dude
has been operating a death den?
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280. At the heart of it? I mean, it's a story.
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281. - It's an actual story.
- Are you serious?
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282. - Well, yeah.
- But...
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283. - We're meeting the egg guy on Wednesday.
- Fuck the egg guy. I'm sorry. Come on.
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286. Oh, babe.
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288. Just like I kinda like plain pasta
in a pinch. But I love this.
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to production companies, who will fund it.
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293. I had a meeting with Kate Cezar
at Historik. She might go for this.
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294. - People know the story.
- I didn't.
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295. I mean, it's not a whodunit.
There's no mystery.
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297. The mystery is,
"How could someone do that shit?"
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298. It's "What the fuck?"
It's "Give me the details."
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299. And the details are so awful,
it is irresistible.
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300. - Sounds tacky.
- No, no, no, no, no, no!
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301. We won't let it be.
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302. It'll be a... a solid piece.
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303. Well-made, high-end.
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304. And it's exploring
the biggest topic, life and death.
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305. It's just not the kind of thing
I want us to make. Okay?
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306. Well, then, what do you want to make?
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311. Something they actually want to see!
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316. - That's real. That's not fucking content.
- Of course. That's not what I meant.
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She lost her husband.
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Her point.
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323. Uh, I just try to limit my carbs.
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332. What was the name of that Netflix thing?
About the guy that killed women?
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334. One of them,
he ate her own eye in front of her.
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340. Yeah, my cousin actually booked a holiday
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341. Hm.
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when he got there.
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343. Cunts get a load of this place
on their 4K fucking flat screens
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344. and they will be crawling all over us
like flies on dog shite,
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- Moody piano chord. I love it.
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- Of course you're a cunt about it.
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- Yes!
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360. It's not every day one of your regulars
turns out to be Vlad the fucking Impaler.
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361. - She was bound to want a souvenir.
- Will she mind if we borrow it?
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She's been dead for four years.
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- That's Stuart's dad.
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- Jeez.
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You'll get it back.
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391. - Shouldn't be making movies about it.
- Fuck me, movies.
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395. - A bit close, babe.
- No, it's okay.
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400. - He's kind of hot, I'm not gonna lie.
- He's kind of hot?
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- Wait!
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that was just scratching the surface.
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411. - Probably broken. Stop touching it!
- Ambulance is on the way.
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412. - You'll be all right, Mr. King.
- Fuck off me! You fuck off, you parasite!
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A pat on the back?
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- Off you go. I can handle this prick.
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Can I say that?
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424. - Well, he was a sadist. That's for sure.
- You okay?
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425. An Olympic-level...
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426. cunt-apathic mad man.
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427. Just thinking,
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428. I could do my shepherd's pie.
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429. But, Pia, I'm not sure if you eat meat.
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430. I do meat.
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431. Okay.
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432. Anything else, Mum?
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433. No, no. I can see you're very busy.
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434. That's Stuart.
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436. Aye.
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437. What is it you're working on?
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438. We're doing a documentary
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439. about what... happened.
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440. Iain Adair and all that.
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441. Not about your man and the eggs?
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442. Uh, no.
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443. You'll explain what he did to your father?
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444. - Only if you want us to.
- Oh, I want you to.
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445. People should know. Everyone should know.
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446. My Kenny died because of that man.
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447. If Iain Adair was still alive,
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448. I'd wring his neck myself
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449. We were happy before he broke it all.
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450. Ruined it all.
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451. Such a stupid man.
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452. Just the waste of it.
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453. I'm sorry.
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454. It's okay, Mum.
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455. If there's anything
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457. - Yeah?
- Clap.
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458. There we go.
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459. Do I need to do that too?
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460. Oh, no. You're okay.
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461. I'll... I'll ask questions,
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462. As me?
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463. Uh,
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465. Loosely? Like, relaxed?
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466. No.
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467. Been years since I was in front
of any kind of camera at all.
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468. Last time would've been
that old one your dad had.
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469. - But your dad never had all this stuff.
- He wasn't filming for broadcast, Mum.
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470. Can you imagine?
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471. So, what do you think?
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472. Well, it's a fascinating case.
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473. Iain Adair, I mean, I'd heard of him.
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474. But he's not as well-known
as a Ted Bundy or a Fred West.
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475. So... ... if we take this anywhere,
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476. the first question any platform,
network, whatever, is gonna ask is,
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477. "What's the hook?"
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478. What's the context?
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479. There is a personal angle.
I mean, his dad was one of the victims.
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480. Uh, yeah. He... he was a policeman.
He was shot at the farm.
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481. So, he was murdered?
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482. He died later.
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483. Of his injuries or...
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484. Not directly,
but... but... but basically, yeah.
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485. But he was one of the victims.
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486. - Mm.
- This gives him a voice.
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487. And, you know, that's important to me,
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488. as a son.
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489. I think definitely explore
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491. But, um, can you get hold of
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492. Police interviews, diaries,
that kind of thing.
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493. We can look into those.
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494. Something unseen, unheard, unexplored
is what you need.
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495. What about the house itself
and the dungeon?
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496. - It's still there.
- And you have access?
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497. Yes.
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498. Absolutely.
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499. So, how come you're using this old thing?
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500. Uh, the police forensics
shot on tape back then.
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501. Plus, old tech,
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502. Proper Blair Witch.
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503. Could you do that a bit more quietly?
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504. Aye, I'll put the crowbar on whisper mode.
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505. Okay.
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506. Oh my God.
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507. Okay.
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508. - This is not recording.
- Uh...
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509. Ah, uh, yeah. Tab's punched out.
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510. It stops people recording over it.
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511. - Open up.
- We're taping over Bergerac?
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512. - Mum won't notice.
- Let's hope not.
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513. Boo!
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514. Jesus Christ.
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515. Oh!
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516. I found the door to fucking hell.
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517. I'll get a light up.
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518. Is that your stage-blood mix?
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519. That is still in the bag.
This is lemon juice.
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520. - Uh, what's that for?
- Shows up under black light.
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521. - Like piss and blood and spunk and—
- Okay, okay, okay.
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522. I'll just drip a wee bit down here
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523. like Adair jizzed
while slitting someone's throat.
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524. Fucking hell, Stuart.
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525. Lights off, please.
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526. And then...
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527. Fucking hell.
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528. I, uh...
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529. don't think we need the lemon juice.
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530. Jesus Christ.
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531. All right, let's get to work.
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532. That was fucking creepy.
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533. Feel like I've had spiders
crawling over my brain.
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534. Have you never been in a death dungeon?
No, I find it quite relaxing.
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535. That might be a tourist draw
in itself, actually.
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536. Good luck advertising that.
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537. "Come spend the night in the dungeon."
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538. - What?
- What?
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539. It's the kind of weird sex thing
he probably did.
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540. No, no, gluing sultanas to someone's cock
is not a plausible kink—
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541. Look out!
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542. I'm sorry.
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543. For what?
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544. For not looking where I was going.
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545. You're likely still concussed,
so we have to keep you in for observation.
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546. Be on the safe side.
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547. She knows her stuff.
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548. Look at her. She's a doctor.
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549. Davis's driving, eh?
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550. And you and me both been
in the fucking wars.
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551. You're the lucky one, no?
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552. No wanking for me for a month.
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553. Least you can draw that curtain round
and tug yourself into a coma, eh?
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554. Right. Sparkling conversation as always,
Dad. Get well soon, eh?
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555. - Aye, son.
- Uh-huh.
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556. Any chance of a lift home?
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557. Of course.
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558. You rest up.
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559. - Bye, now.
- Bye.
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560. I'll put that shepherd's pie on.
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561. - Just for us girls.
- It's fine. I have stuff to digitize.
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562. - I can just—
- You need to eat, dear.
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563. Honestly, it's no fuss.
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564. Thank you.
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565. I'm gonna start from here,
and then you guys just stand around
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566. and look like you're examining stuff.
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567. - Good?
- Yeah.
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568. All right, okay, fine.
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569. And I've seen CSI, so...
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570. I'm gonna come
over your shoulder here.
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571. Yeah, that looks good.
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572. Maybe could you guys, like,
um, cross each other's frame a little bit
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573. so you look busy,
like maybe there's more people?
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574. Mr. King?
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575. It's freezing in here.
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576. Real forensics people don't moan
about the cold while they work, do they?
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577. - Yeah, that's good. Thank you.
- Of course.
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578. Sorry, uh...
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579. What do you want?
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580. You have to stop your film.
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581. Why?
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582. I don't have any proof.
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583. Of what?
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584. I think I've always known.
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585. Known what?
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586. Great.
All right, that should do it.
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587. And Bergerac returns
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588. Up next, trouble for Jacko—
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589. All right.
Okay, is this thing on?
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591. Yeah. What day we on now, Iain?
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592. Iain?
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593. I believe it's day nine.
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594. Can you take this over?
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595. Hurry up.
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596. Okay, as you can see,
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597. - Aren't they?
- Aye, Kenny. Over the moon.
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598. And it's a big treat today
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599. because the mistress is gonna have fun
with the both of you.
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600. - How does that sound?
- Does that sound like fun?
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601. Aye, Kenny.
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604. Mm-hmm.
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605. Shepherd's pie. It's ready.
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606. Right.
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607. I'll plate up.
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608. Ken gave me that.
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609. We had such fun together.
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610. - Everything all right?
- Yes. I need the bathroom.
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612. Come on.
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613. Fuck.
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614. Are you sure you're okay, dear?
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615. I'm just stepping out.
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616. Out? Right now?
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617. Yes, I just feel cooped up.
A little walk. Clear my head.
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619. I'm fine, really. I... I won't be a minute.
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620. Shit. Come on. Come on.
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622. - You'll catch cold out here.
- I'm fine.
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623. - You should get in.
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624. Get in the car!
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625. You come back now!
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626. I won't hurt you!
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627. No.
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628. Cunt!
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629. Fuck!
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630. Cunt! Cunt!
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631. Fuck! Cunt! Cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
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632. Fuck!
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635. Oh, lovely.
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639. Been years since I was
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640. You can come in now, Janet.
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642. Years ago, I spent a night
with Kenny and Janet
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643. and got carried away into adult stuff.
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644. You know, sex games.
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645. I was married.
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646. The way they behaved that night,
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that maybe Iain Adair hadn't acted alone.
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shocking new discoveries
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649. about the notorious
Loch Henry murders of the 1990s.
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650. For years, it was thought
Iain Adair acted alone.
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651. In fact, he'd been under the guidance
of local officer Kenneth McCardle
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652. and his wife, Janet.
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653. McCardle shot
the Adairs dead,
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to cover up his role in the slaughter.
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in the crimes killed herself...
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657. after leaving recordings of
the murders where her son would find them.
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658. But your dad never had all this stuff.
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659. He wasn't filming
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660. Can you imagine?
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to honor this year's documentaries,
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663. Hey, quiet down!
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The Tipley Pedophile Ring.
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667. Yes!
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671. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
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Cart Before Horse.
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675. And, of course,
the most important person on the stage,
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677. I'd like to dedicate this award
to Davis McCardle
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678. and to his late girlfriend, Pia.
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679. Ugh. There's that actress from that comedy
about the bipolar single mum
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680. who fucking cries all the time.
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681. Tell us a joke, love.
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682. Shit, she's coming over.
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683. Can I just say, I love you.
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685. Oh, thank you.
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686. Um, are you the Loch Henry guy?
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687. Oh my God.
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688. I am not worthy.
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692. We are actually developing a drama
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- We will be looking for a Pia.
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694. - That's all I'm saying.
- Wow, that is interesting.
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695. Well done, you bastard!
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696. It's the red carpet for you, eh?
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Listen to how packed it is.
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