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Please state
your name and date of birth.
Who are you?
What do you even want?
Answer the question please.
It's the 10th of November 1983.
My name's Gary.
Your full name.
My full name's Gary Pratt.
What were you doing
at your father's address?
I already told the hooligan that brought me in here.
I don't have to say anything until my lawyer gets here.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
Why is it not possible?
How can you expect me to cooperate with you
if you won't even tell me why I'm here?
I'm not saying another word until my lawyer gets here.
I know my rights.
We are not law enforcement,
so we're not bound to follow the legal procedures
of the police force or anything you may think you know.
Well, who are you?
We are something much more top secret
and advanced than the police force.
What like MI6?
The Illuminati?
It's Freemasons, isn't it?
We are an organization
that's over a hundred years old.
Okay, Boy Scouts.
We investigate unexplained phenomenon
that is in the interest of national security.
But make no mistake, Gary Pratt.
We do have the power to keep you here
for an exceptionally any long time
if you fail to cooperate with us,
including the remainder of your natural life.
So will you cooperate?
Do I have a choice?
Will you cooperate?
Yes.
Good.
I'll ask you again.
What were you doing at your father's address?
It's a long story.
Proceed.
Oh, well I guess it all started when I decided,
fed up with being me,
and I was trying to take my own life,
and I couldn't even do that properly.
Dazza!
You all right, mate?
What? Tonight?
Nah, nah.
I'm just gonna have a bit of a chilled one.
Yeah, yeah.
Dynamite?
No, I chucked her months ago, mate.
Well, when you got the keys to the sweet shop,
you don't wanna keep stuffing your face
full of crunches now, do ya?
Nah.
Yeah.
You with the lads?
Eggy, Pops.
The old Popsicle. Yeah.
Nah, you guys have a good one.
No, no, it's fine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you later. Bye bye.
Bye, bye, bye.
Bye, bye.
Buh, buh, buh.
Buh, buh, buh, buh.
Yeah.
Nutters.
Dynamite, it's Tommy.
Do you fancy a-
Fuck!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, you dropped your purse.
Wait, wait.
Stop, stop, stop,
Stop, I just found it down there.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
That's all right, that's fine.
No, no, no. That's fine.
Honestly, just.
- I'm just waiting for the bus. - No, no, no, no.
It's fine, you keep that.
Okay.
Actually is there any chance you can make it 20?
You just greedy!
You Tommy Pratt, mate?
Yeah.
I’m a notifier from Heinlein and Asimov, the law firm.
How'd you find me?
I asked around.
Everyone around here knows who you are.
Oh.
Yeah, you're the bum that lives in the van.
Formerly lived in the van.
I got a letter for you.
If that's Dynamite,
tell her I'm keeping the handcuffs
so she can keep the beads.
They are not coming into my house.
I know where they've been, mate.
Your dad's dead.
Yeah, I opened it.
Basically what it says is we can't find a copy of the will.
It's somewhere in the office.
No one can find it.
He's got a copy up north at his property.
You need to go get that.
Get it back to us.
Until then, you ain’t getting shit.
Well, I won't bother reading it.
Hey, you just gave us the gist.
Whatever, mate.
Have a nice day, yeah? See ya.
Gary Pratt!
Don't walk passed my door.
Get in here now.
What fucking time do you call this?
You haven't been late once, twice, three times,
four times in the past two weeks.
Do you know what?
No, it's not good enough.
When you're here, what do you do?
You're half-assed.
You've got no interest in the job.
You're an absolute disgrace.
We have got a presentation in one hour.
Tell me, your boss,
what you have done for that presentation.
No, no. Don't bother.
I'll tell you.
Fuck all.
Carol, I missed my bus.
But I missed the bus.
Do you know how many times
I've heard this in my career here over 15 years?
You sure there wasn't some leaves outside your front door
that you were gonna trip on
maybe a little bit of snow through the summer?
They're excuses and I don't want to hear them.
You're a bloody disgrace.
Do you wanna know something?
Do you wanna know?
You will never have fuck all.
Fuck!
Hello?
Operation War Thunder.
Hello?
Five times.
Now it's five times in a few weeks that you've been late.
Where the fucking hell are you this time?
Can you see what you're doing to me?
Yeah, just running a bit late.
Um, just had some really bad news.
Oh, bad news. Are we?
It's always something.
All right, so it's not that the buses are late.
No, you've had some bad news.
I don't care what the bad news is.
- Yeah. - I want you-
I'll just get my stuff together.
In the office now!
Just gotta get my...
Brother.
Your brother?
Your brother, Gary Pratt?
No, nevermind your brother.
I would like you to actually come in and funny enough-
- Actually. - Come in to work-
I'm not gonna be in for a bit.
In this office now!
Oh, fuck off.
♪ You better leave, aha ♪
♪ You better leave ♪
♪ Yeah, you better leave ♪
♪ Well, I told you all before ♪
♪ Ain't nothing wrong with being alone ♪
Dad's dead.
Yeah, I know.
You said the code word.
I didn't know if you'd still remember.
Sorry about Ashley.
Who?
It's been a long time.
Yeah, it has.
Shall we?
Yeah, I think it's for the best.
Fucking hell!
Oh, that guy.
Yeah, I found him in a cupboard.
I reckon I nicked him from school
to scare the old dears down the dance hall.
I thought it was Dad.
Nah.
Dad's over there.
Fuck me!
What the hell is Dad still doing here?
I don't know.
He was there when I found him.
Have you even bothered to call an undertaker?
They're on strike.
What the fuck are you even on about?
Well, first the junior doctors and the trains
and the postal service.
Now the undertakers.
I don't know. The country's a mess.
I don't believe this.
Hang on.
So you didn't find him?
No, I got a letter.
If you didn't find him, who did?
Hello there.
I'm Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells.
I'm your father's nearest neighbor.
I live through the woods over there.
I thought I'd better come and introduce myself.
I thought you boys would come.
Oh nice. Come in.
Uh, actually, it's a bit of a mess inside.
Maybe we shouldn't?
Oh.
Oh, don't worry about the mess.
Oh, I've seen it messy several times.
Your father was always a messy one.
In fact, on multiple occasions I've had to come and tidy up.
Oh, look at him.
He looks so peaceful still.
Right where I left him.
It was you that found him?
Yes.
Well, I come over in the mornings to offer him some muesli.
Well, one morning I came over
and he was down there on the floor.
I always offered him muesli.
You can never have too much muesli for good of his health.
But your father wouldn't listen.
Couldn't leave him lying there.
So I popped him back in his favorite chair.
And did you call the undertaker?
They were on strike.
Told you.
Oh, it's lovely having you two boys back at the cottage.
Your father, you have no idea how much he missed you.
Well, I know there was a falling out
and it's none of my business.
But he would've loved nothing better
than to have you two back here together.
Yes, well, uh...
Assume you're staying here.
Uh, yes, but not for long.
We just need to find the will.
Will?
You mean you haven't got one?
Lawyer lost it, but we reckon it's around here somewhere.
Oh.
Do you have an idea what you're going to do with this place
when you find the will?
- No clue actually. - Sell it.
You can't sell this place.
It's been in your family for generations.
This cottage has always had a Pratt in it.
Yes. Well it's early days, so.
Well, like I said,
I'm only through the trees and I've got a car.
So if you need to pop anywhere
or if you want anything, you only have to ask.
Thanks.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Would you boys care
for a delicious mix of rolled oats,
dried fruit,
nuts and seeds?
Um, nah. We're all right.
Oh, come on. Stop dilly-dallying.
Take it. Take the muesli.
Thanks, I guess.
Well, I'll leave you two to it.
Don't worry.
I'll see myself out the back door.
Bye for now.
See ya.
Oh, thank fuck she's gone.
We really need to do something about Dad.
Muesli!
She's gone.
Now she's gone.
Okay, come on, Gary.
Think, think, think.
There really has to be laws about this kind of thing.
He was a fisherman, weren't he?
Yeah.
Burial at sea.
Are you shh...
Fine, grab his legs.
- All right? - Yeah.
Beautiful, innit?
Yeah, well, it's hardly a burial at sea is it?
How was I meant to know the cops would turn up?
What, taking a body to the beach?
Great idea.
He's all right though.
He'll get to the sea eventually.
Hard to think of things to say.
Yeah.
He was a good bloke though.
Always did us right when Mum died.
Yeah, he was.
Remember he took us fishing on that boat?
Yeah, you pushed me overboard.
That time at Dreyfus' farm then?
Yeah, you pushed me into the pig shit.
Kite flying. He took us kite flying.
He did take us kite flying
and you tied me to the kite and pushed me off a cliff.
Sorry, mate.
I don't know.
It just seems like whenever we're together,
nothing goes right for me.
He would've loved all this though.
You’ve done really well.
Yeah?
- Yeah. - Cheers.
Let's make a move.
Looks like a storm's coming.
I know.
Old place ain't changed much.
He never threw anything away.
No.
He still kept all of Mum's old books.
Remember this?
Just me, you, and Dad at WrestleMania.
Wanna keep it?
Nah.
Well, we need to find the old will.
I'll take my room. You take Dad's.
Alright.
Hey, Gary!
What?
Come and have a look at what I found.
Geez.
Look at that.
Dad's old CB radio.
I thought you found something worthwhile.
Don't you remember these?
Dad was proper into 'em.
Yeah.
Do you remember his handle?
Mm, War Thunder.
Exactly.
Do you think it still works?
I don't know.
Judging by the state of this, probably not.
Let's try.
Breaker, breaker.
This is War Thunder.
War Thunder's dead.
This is War Thunder 2.
Genius.
Can anyone acknowledge? Over.
♪ My name is Nigel ♪
♪ Nigel ♪
♪ And I live in a car ♪
♪ In my car ♪
Here let me have a go.
Hello? Hello?
Can anyone hear me?
It's me, Gary Pratt, you little bastard.
I knew I'd find you in here.
- God. - I am livid-
Let's just turn that off.
Wait, what's that?
It should be a bad mic or something.
Sounds like a code.
Now, come on.
We ain't got time for this.
Hey.
Hello. Hello.
Come in. This is War Thunder 2.
Can anyone hear me? Over.
Can anyone acknowledge? Over.
So weird.
Oh, bollocks to this.
Come on. We've got better things to do.
Hmm.
♪ Looking back through my old photos ♪
♪ There's a man that I can't recognize tonight ♪
♪ Open up and tell another ♪
♪ Is it me or is it in my mind tonight ♪
♪ Here he comes ♪
♪ The man in the mirror ♪
♪ Slowly getting thinner so eat ♪
You, uh, found anything?
Nah. Be there somewhere.
Beer?
Mind if I pull up a chair?
Yeah, it's half your house.
Some good memories back there.
Yeah?
Maybe not for me.
Like memories I'd rather forget.
The dolls?
Yeah, I forgot you had a phobia of them.
No, not just the dolls.
I mean this whole house
is like a time capsule of a miserable childhood.
Then why'd you come back?
'Cause I had nothing else to do.
I guess I didn't help with the childhood.
Honestly?
No you didn't.
I always did everything your way
no matter how much shit that got me in.
You didn't realize how hard it was
being the black sheep of the family.
You mean the adoption?
No, not even just that.
I mean, so when I first arrived,
Mum, I always felt that she really wanted me.
But Dad?
He had you.
He always had the son that he wanted.
But with Mum, you know,
she was the one that tucked me in at night.
She was the one that protected me.
She provided me with warmth and comfort.
And then she was gone.
When,
when she died,
it was like I was alone again.
That’s why I did all that shit for you.
I just craved to be wanted,
to be loved, to be useful.
Only just always backfired
and just everyone, everyone resented me.
I mean, I just,
it would've been nice
for once, you know?
Just once, you had my back.
Probably why I left when I did.
I just felt so ashamed of always being a problem child.
Except it wasn't me. Was it?
It was you.
I'm sorry.
I was an ass.
Selfish ass.
Yes, that’s putting it lightly.
You know, for what it's worth,
I'm sorry for putting them dolls
in your room at night giving you a phobia.
Fine.
I'm sorry I kept pissing on you at night,
making everyone think you wet the bed.
That was you?
Sorry, mate.
I was 15 years old.
You saw the amount of therapy
that they put me through just for that.
I mean, I didn't even have sex until I was 22.
Just in case it happened again.
Sorry.
Whatever.
It's fine.
It's gone, done.
But hey, you turned out the best in the end, eh?
Got a decent place
and you're a manager of a fucking car firm.
How good is that?
Not as glamorous as it sounds.
No, I tell all my mates.
I say my brother's, like,
high up in some sort of car dealership
or manufacturing or whatever.
I'm proud of you, man.
Can you believe how long
I've wanted to get all this off my chest for?
How long?
It's a rhetorical question, you twat.
Right.
Tell you what though,
I'm impressed you remembered the code.
Yeah.
Operation War Thunder.
Our little code for when Dad died.
Yeah.
No matter where we were in the world,
no matter what shit had come between us.
We would always reconcile to sort out the family business.
Cheers.
Mm.
Ah.
So come on then.
Tell us about yourself.
I mean, you have a house, a job, a woman?
Man?
I'm looking.
Yeah, there was a girl once.
Chloe.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Everyone called her Dynamite.
Oh, she was great though.
You know when you meet someone that straight away,
you just know that's the right pick for you?
Yeah, love at first sight, right?
Ah, not for her. She was blind.
Oh.
So where'd you meet her anyway?
I mean, like met her at a club or on Tinder?
"Naked Attraction."
Romantic.
Yeah.
Oh well, there's plenty more fish in the sea, eh?
Right.
I'm sure we can both drink to that. Right?
Cheers.
Another?
Yeah, go on.
I see the fire’s going out.
Fucking hell!
I thought you were outside?
You heard it too?
Yeah. There's someone out there.
Who?
I don't fucking know.
I'm stood right here.
Go and find out.
They're in the house.
Don't worry, I know MMA.
That's fucking bullshit.
I'm gonna barge in on three, all right?
Three, two, one.
- Wait. - What?
That door's not big enough
for the both of us to get through.
One of us has gotta go first.
After you then.
Fuck off, I ain't going first.
You just said you knew MMA.
Well, I was bullshitting.
I fucking knew it.
Fine, I'll go first.
Three, two-
Wait.
Fucking what?
I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you,
not after everything we said tonight.
Fine, go ahead.
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying there should be a healthy competition
to get to see who goes first.
What the fuck do you want?
A round of tiddlywinks or snakes and ladders?
Oh no, we’ll just run ‘round the moors three times.
First one back hangs back, yeah?
Just keep it simple.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Fucking get on with it then.
One, two, three.
Shit.
Right, after you.
Three, two, one.
For the love of muesli!
Mrs. Wells.
Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells.
Yeah. Whatever.
What are you doing in our house?
Well, I am rather caught, aren’t I?
Well, I don't want you to sell the house
so I was looking for your father's will.
I was going to take it to stop you selling it.
Oh, you found it? Great.
We've been looking all day for it-
Shh.
Mrs. Wells.
Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells.
Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells,
you really can't be breaking into people's houses,
especially at this time in the morning.
Well technically I appreciate that
and I'm sorry but I wasn't actually
breaking in as you put it.
See, I've got a key.
Your father and I were, you know.
What?
You know.
Shagging?
Don't be coarse.
We were lovers.
You and Dad?
Yes.
Well, when my Ralphie got sick
and he lost control of all his bodily functions
and I became his full-time carer.
Well it's, it's lonely out on the moors
and your father was a loving man.
We couldn't publicize our love when my Ralphie was alive
and well, when my Ralphie died,
your father died soon after.
Before we could,
before we could tell the world of our love.
That's lovely.
So you see, you can't sell the cottage.
It's all I've got to remember him by.
Well, I mean in a minute we can't even find the will.
So we don't know what's gonna happen,
but rest assured we will keep in touch.
In the meantime, you really can't be letting yourself in.
I apologize.
And I appreciate that.
It won't happen again.
That's all right. No problem.
It is getting late though.
Of course.
I'll see myself out.
Uh, if you could just leave the key?
If you insist.
You know, he never stopped loving you two boys,
and he kept on believing
that one day you two would find peace.
I'm going to bed.
- Gary. - Huh?
Sorry, I think I went off in a daze then.
We need to clarify
one part of your story.
Yeah?
You were 22
when you first slept with a girl?
Yeah.
22 years old?
Yeah.
Not that I could see what that's got so to do with anything.
We have it on good authority
that you were actually 32 when you first slept with a girl.
Give or take.
Please keep to the facts.
Fine.
Did you have any animosity
towards the relationship
between your father and Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells?
No, I hadn't seen him in years.
So whatever he got up to, absolutely no concern of mine.
But you confirmed
she was trying to steal the will.
It wasn't worth killing her over
if that's what you're trying to get at.
Tell us
when you found your father's will.
It was the following morning.
I had decided to go for a walk and take in some country air.
Pratt.
Gary Pratt.
Wanker.
Okay, you know you were right about Dad.
He really did keep any old shite.
Look, your old slingshot.
Hmm.
Tommy Pratt, age nine.
It's nice, isn't it?
Tommy Pratt, age 10 and a half.
I'll never know why he stuck this on the fridge.
Any of yours?
No, thankfully I managed to get all my stuff out
before I left.
It was almost like I was never here.
It's no good. I can't find a will.
Maybe there was no will.
Yeah, maybe.
You know, I used to know this Chinese lawyer
because she reckons if there's no will,
it just gets divided out
between the last remaining family members.
Only after speaking to Mrs. Wells last night,
I wouldn't be surprised if the smitten old love dog,
he decided to include her in the will.
And on top of that, with Dad being Dad,
I reckon there could be two, three more women.
Ugh.
And then we'd have to divide it out between them as well.
Look at this!
Dad's old fishing gear.
How's about it?
What?
Let's go fishing.
Why?
Because I'm bored
and I know it'd be a good way of honoring Dad.
And maybe we could just make a day of it, just me and you.
Yeah, fuck it.
Right.
Uh, what are we gonna do with this?
I dunno.
I think that bit goes in the water and...
Alright, let's give it a go.
You go and get some water.
Hey, look at this.
"To my boys, in the event of my death
"within this envelope contains my last will and test-"
It's the will.
Open it.
Bastard.
Does this mean I don't get my van anymore?
Fucking bastard!
Where you going?
Home. I'm going home.
What about fishing?
Oh, fishing is for twats.
Right.
Mrs. Wells, we really need to stop doing this now.
Just whatever you're doing, just go back home.
There's been a complication with the will.
So just leave us to it, we'll get it sorted.
Mrs. Wells?
Muesli?
Mrs. Wells?
There you are.
What?
What are you doing, you twat?
What you doing out here?
Run!
- Go on. - Run!
Ah!
Come on, hurry up.
I can’t, I’ve got gout.
Wait, wait. Don't turn on the light.
Why?
There's something outside.
What?
I, I don't know what it was.
It's just something in the woods.
Looked like it was eating her legs.
Whose legs? Mrs. Wells's?
I, I dunno. I can't be so sure.
This is a prank, innit?
Shh! Just keep your voice down.
This is a prank for all the times I fucked you up.
No, just shut the up. All right?
It's not a prank.
There's something out there
and it was eating Mrs. Wells's legs.
Ah!
You just said you didn't know.
What?
A minute ago.
You said you didn't know whose legs they are.
Now you're saying they're Mrs. Wells's.
It's a guess.
I'm guessing it's her legs.
Yeah, but how can you be sure?
Obviously I can't be 100% sure
'cause I didn't fucking study her legs, all right?
But given the fact
she's the only other person in this entire vicinity,
it's a good fucking chance, all right?
Muesli!
All right, you win.
She got two legs though.
She does look pretty rough.
We gotta go help her.
But what if it's not her?
Well, it looks like her.
Muesli!
Sounds like her.
Look, I definitely saw something.
It was eating her legs.
No. Come on.
We've gotta go and help her.
Oh, if you get me killed,
there'd be something I never got around to do.
You all right?
Muesli.
I really don't like this.
Something doesn't seem right.
Muesli.
No, we don't need any muesli.
Don't like the stuff.
Muesli.
She's not getting it, is she?
Muesli.
She's proper barmy, mate.
What are we gonna do?
I suppose we best call an ambulance.
Yeah, you don't look so healthy, Mrs. Wells.
You look more like Mrs. Ills.
Ills.
That was awful.
Well, you best go and get her, all right?
Fuck off.
Look at the state of her.
I'm not going nowhere near her.
It was your fucking idea.
Yeah, doesn't mean I have to go
and touch her though, does it?
She might cry rape or something.
I ain't going through that again.
I mean, she's hardly gonna accuse you of that.
More than likely it'll be just
because you put too much sugar on her muesli.
How is that?
Look.
What's happening?
Run?
Yeah.
You saw that too, right?
Her face changed, man.
Yeah, what hell got into her?
Too much muesli?
Maybe.
What are we gonna do?
Dunno.
Hang on.
There's literally two of us.
Why are we hiding like a bunch of cowards?
Good point.
Mrs. Wells, you still there?
I think she's gone.
Mrs. Wells, I think you need a doctor.
Or an exorcist.
Well, that's that.
She's fucked off. I'm going to bed.
Wait.
I thought I saw something.
Ah, fuck this.
- I just need to sleep. - Oh, come on.
I won't be able to sleep anyway.
We might as well go and help her.
Oh, sure.
I was suicidal a few days ago.
Hopefully this'll finish us off.
Look, I've seen "The Exorcist" six times.
All we gotta do is say a few prayers,
she'll go back to normal.
They'll gimme some sort of award.
I get my van back and everything will be hunky-dory.
Oh, fuck this.
Let's just forget it.
Why?
Because she's not even out here.
We may as well just go back home, get some sleep
and first thing in the morning,
we should get the fuck outta here.
But I need my van.
Do you ever get the feeling something's behind you?
Yeah.
Turn the torch off.
Fuck.
Shit.
Shh, shh.
I think it's gone.
No. Shh.
- Go. - Right.
For fuck's sake.
What the fuck are you doing?
What? It might be my last one.
Stop fucking around. Come on.
Wait, for fuck's sake.
- What? - There's something coming.
Hide.
Let's go.
What in the blue fuck sticks was that?
I dunno, but I'm calling the police.
I'm fucking fed up with this shit.
I ain't ever eating muesli again.
Here we are again.
Where the fuck are you?
You are done, mate.
You are... Shut the fuck up! I quit!
Okay, come on, Gary. Think.
We need to get the word out somehow.
CB radio!
Hello, hello. Come in.
We have an emergency at the Pratt residence.
Can anyone hear me?
I repeat. Is anyone there?
This is War Thunder 2, three, or fucking four.
Just whatever. Is anyone there?
An alien.
Yeah, it makes sense now.
You saw Mrs. Wells get eaten in the woods?
Yeah.
Then whatever it is can take on human form.
That out there is not Mrs. Wells.
It's an alien.
But why would it land here?
It's happened before.
Do you remember that nutty man
that used to work with Dad down at the fish market?
Yeah, Billy the nutty fishmonger.
Yeah.
Wow, we were really on point with our nicknames, weren't we?
Yeah.
But yeah, go on.
One night he was sailing home.
He saw bright lights in the sky and he blacked out.
When he came to,
he went to check on himself and he found something.
Yeah, what?
He'd grown a beard.
Huh? A beard?
Oh yeah, don't you see?
The aliens must have took him away for days.
What's that gotta do with us two right now? Right here?
Maybe we called it on this thing.
It's in the house.
Let's get outta here!
Shit!
In the bathroom.
Quick, in the shower.
Not like that. Come on.
- Gay. - Shut up!
Hello, this is Big Barry’s Balloons.
Unfortunately, I had a helium leak in my van
and I couldn't quite come to the-
Oh, if only you had a car.
- I've got one. - Where?
It's broke.
Then we've gotta get
to Mrs Wells’s house through the woods.
Fuck that. I'm not going there.
We've got to, she's got a car.
It’s the only way off the moors.
Fuck it. Come on.
- Ah! I twisted my ankle! - Come on!
On your feet, soldier! On your feet!
Cunt!
Long tall Sally built for speed.
She’s everything that Uncle John needs.
Oh, baby.
♪ We’re gonna have me some fun ♪
♪ Some fun ♪
- Gary, stop! - What?
Stop, I can't.
Stop being a pussy. Come on.
That thing's gonna kill us both.
Let me just slow it down.
Literally, just through the trees.
We can make it.
Just forget it.
Look, I've got nothing.
Nothing.
I've got no car, no house.
You've got everything.
You're a manager of a fucking car firm.
How cool is that?
Which I literally just quit.
Look, I've spent the last seven days trying to kill myself.
I'm a complete fuck up.
You're not a fuck up.
You're the best of us, man.
♪ You're the best around ♪
♪ Nothing's ever gonna keep you down ♪
You're the best.
Now fuck off and let me do one good thing for my brother.
But, but-
Just go.
Fuck you, Tommy.
Okay, you alien asshole.
In the words of my generation,
up yours!
Just a minute. I'm coming.
Fucking muesli.
Yes!
I got him.
Tommy.
I thought you were dead.
I got him. I got him.
Right, well, I've got the keys,
so let's get the fuck out of here
and put an end to Operation War Thunder.
What?
We can go.
Let's put an end to Operation War Thunder.
It's done.
War Thunder?
Yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
It's me.
Right, well say the codeword.
What?
Just say the fucking codeword!
Operation War Thunder.
But I'm thinking of changing it to Operation Dickhead.
Right, it is you then.
Oh, the fucking thing bit me.
I just fucking killed you in there.
Well, obviously not.
Get in the car. Let's fucking go.
- Let's just get outta here. - Yeah.
And that's everything I remember.
We've been able to collect DNA samples
from blood found on a tree
which matched Mrs. Helen Geraldine Wells.
However, no trace of your brother Tommy has yet to be found.
We need to locate him as soon as possible.
He was in the car.
It was him. All right?
He said the fucking code. It was him.
Where did you drive upon leaving?
I can't remember.
I've told you this.
And you are?
Hello Gary, I'm Dr. Zhang.
I've been studying your case
and I can see it's having quite the effect on you.
There's a woman dead, my brother's missing.
He's probably been eaten by a fucking alien.
Of course it's had an effect on me.
You gotta get me out of here.
You've got no idea what this thing's capable of.
Unfortunately, I've just signed the papers
to keep you here for at least another six weeks.
- Six weeks? - I'm afraid so.
♪ I wake up in the morning ♪
♪ Got mud inside my socks ♪
♪ Got a head full of ideas but I think that I forgot ♪
♪ You better leave my mind alone ♪
♪ Well I told you all before ♪
♪ Ain't wrong with being alone ♪
♪ I went down to the station to find myself a train ♪
♪ They found I had no ticket ♪
♪ They kicked me straight off again ♪
♪ You better leave my mind alone ♪
♪ Well I told you all before ♪
♪ Ain't nothing wrong with being alone ♪