1:17:14
There's fucking loads of them, Martin.
1:17:19
Come on, Shadwell! Stand and fight!
1:17:21
I ain't going fucking nowhere John.
1:17:26
Well?
1:17:30
Shadwell!
1:17:40
(POLICE SIRENS)
1:17:44
John, John!
1:17:46
I'm cut. Somebody stabbed me. I'm bleeding!
1:17:49
Come on, we've got to disappear!
1:17:57
Where am I cut? I can't see anything.
1:18:01
- I can't see a thing.
- I'm alright, I'm not hurt.
1:18:06
- Not a scratch on you.
- Fucking Geordies, I piss on them.
1:18:14
- (JOHN): Fucking yes!
- (MARTIN): Yes!
1:18:18
- (MARTIN): Shadwell!
- (JOHN): Wankers!
1:18:32
- Fucking hell, John! No!
- It's alright, Lynda.
1:18:35
It's someone else's blood.
1:18:40
Look at you.
Covered in bruises, like a bad spud.
1:18:45
When Mart pulled me out and I saw
the blood, I thought I was a goner.
1:18:48
I thought: "Fuck me, what a wanky waste!"
1:18:52
We ain't got time. I want a life,
I want kids. Make something.
1:18:58
- Turns out I wasn't even scratched.
- Well, some poor sod was.