Stag (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
'What happens over the next
72 hours will change us as men.
'And when we get home, we will say
'that this was the stag
'to end all stags. '
'The stag-hunting stag of
Angus "Johnners" Johnson,
'the best friend a man could have!'
'Just promise me you'll make sure
he comes back
...'in one piece. '
- I promise.
To the kill!
Aitken?
This has got to be the worst stag weekend ever.
They're all horrific. That lot have got more money than sense.
Wendy!
Come on, Neils!
These people are worthless, Ian.
If that's how you feel, then...
- ... why come?
- To end it.
No idea what Johnners sees in him.
He even tried to get him
into the Guernsey scheme.
I said, "There's no way
"that sofa-surfing pleb
has 200K lying around. "
You don't turn your back on
the important things.
Could you call 999?
What are you doing here?
I haven't seen you since...
When was it? Chiggy's wedding?
# Loving can hurt
# Loving can hurt sometimes
# But it's the only thing that I know
# And when it gets hard...
# You know it can get hard sometimes...
# It is the only thing that makes us
feel alive...
Come on!
Going somewhere?
Not that funny, to be honest.
I'm not joking.
Where've you been?
How long have you had a gun?
It's a flare gun.
I found it under the seat.
Why haven't you fired it?
There's only one round.
We only need one rescue.
Steady on, Lego man.
We don't want to waste it.
We'll fire it
when we get into open ground.
Christoph's dead.
Yeah. I heard.
Really? Who told you?
The shot, you prat, I heard the shot.
So...
.. it's just you and me now.
Only kidding.
So, why did you go back?
To help him!
How?
By smearing deer shit all in his face.
It was a nice gesture, mate.
I witnessed everything.
And in the end,
he took it like a man.
- You saw the killer?
- No.
But Christoph did.
And Christoph recognised him.
It's someone we know?
OK. OK. So we just wait for
the police to turn up and arrest
this so-called bloody friend of ours.
If Cosmo did reach the cops,
don't you think
they'd be here already?
Guys, I know exactly
what we should do.
Pylons.
What, like when everyone
jumps on top of each other?
Electricity pylons.
They're not here. On the map.
This map, it's fake. I don't know,
whoever made it should be fired
from Ordnance Survey, frankly.
But the pylons are real.
I saw them yesterday.
And what do you find when
you follow electricity pylons?
People.
You follow them for long enough
and you'll hit a power station or,
even better,
a network of telegraph poles
leading to a residential
or a commercial property.
- Either way...
- No!
I- I'm sorry.
I don't know about you guys,
but I'm bored of running.
This entire weekend has been
defined by running.
- And homicide.
- Exactly.
And that's not what
any of us signed up for.
I mean, this was meant to be
one last weekend, you know,
where we all hang out and
have fun before we all get married
and we're told that we're not allowed
to do this any more.
So enough's enough!
This is my stag do.
I came here to hunt,
and that is exactly what I'm going to do.
I really don't think there's
time for that, man.
No, I'm going to hunt down
whoever's doing this.
And then I'm going to kill them.
Now, hold on.
Wait. There's 500 square miles here.
And that's just the map.
It's the tip of the iceberg.
You can't find him.
You're never going to find him.
We don't need to find him, Ian.
He's going to find us.
Excuse me?!
Oh, shit!
Hey, mister!
Oi-oi! Wanker!
Yo!
Shooooot!
Angus!
I've been shot!
No shit!
- Angus!
- Please!
- Mate!
- Help!
Nobody move. Seriously.
This could be like that bit
in Saving Private Ryan.
He could be waiting to shoot us
when we go to help Johnners.
I love Saving Private Ryan!
Not now, Mex.
Apparently, loads of veterans
who saw it at the cinema said that
that bit at the beginning was more
realistic than actually being there.
Let's talk about this later, mate.
Guys? This is Ian.
Hi, Ian.
All right?
Do you think you could
crawl round this way?
Oh, shit!
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- You OK?
Do you want some?
Keep moving!
We'll get Johnners. You keep watch.
OK!
Go.
What can you see?
Hang on.
Oh! Shit! Go!
What the hell happened there?
Johnners?
Johnners!
Angus! What the fuck was that?
Look, let's just get out of here,
shall we?
We put our lives on the line,
like we agreed.
All you had to do was pull
the bloody trigger.
You bottled it.
Go easy, the guy's just been shot.
The guy got shot because
he pussied out.
Maybe that's what getting hit
does to a man.
Anyway, look at it.
You got worse injuries playing rugby.
What do you want me to say?
That I'm sorry? Fine.
Yeah. Sorry.
Sorry I don't have it in me to murder.
Yes, we can't all shoot things.
You can't, Thumbnail.
But then, you didn't volunteer.
Fuck!
Ow! Fuck!
Fuck!
It is time... to end this.
No! No!
No, just... Just... No.
We only fire the flare
if we're in serious trouble.
- What do you call this?!
- Right now, Ledge,
right now, we're OK.
But if we get separated
or we're at death's door,
that's when we pull the trigger.
That's what it's for.
As a last resort. Yes?
- Yes?
- Yes...
Thank you.
That's confiscated.
Now, I don't know what you guys
want to do next,
but I know where I'm going.
I'm heading for the pylons.
And, with a bit of help
from the National Grid,
I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Ledge?
Mate!
You must be used to all this rural shit,
being from Eastbourne.
I'm surprised you remember.
Of course I remember. Besides,
my father has a property down there.
- Really? Where? -Do you know where
that big shopping centre is?
Yeah.
Yeah, right there.
What, near the shopping centre?
The shopping centre itself.
- Is that anywhere near you?
- About a mile.
My place is a little bit smaller.
A small house for a small man, I suppose.
Don't do that, mate.
- What?
- Do yourself down.
You're a bigger man
than we'd have you believe.
Who's Chiggy?
- Who?
- Chiggy.
Do you mean Alice Chigwell-Jones?
I don't know.
God, I haven't heard that name
in a long time.
Well, that's how they knew each other.
Christoph recognised the killer
from Chiggy's wedding.
Maybe it narrows it down.
Where have they gone?!
What?
They can't just stop for no reason.
You know?
They must... They must go somewhere.
There.
Of course! Can you hear that?
Who can tell me what that is?
Hydroelectric!
I think we can get onto it over there.
Right! This is it.
It's the only way out.
Are you sure?
That's what the gamekeeper said.
Guys? Guys!
Keep your eyes on the hills.
We're sitting ducks out here.
This is intense!
- Eyes peeled, boys.
- Keep your head down, Mex!
I'm going to bring my nephew
up here when this is all over.
- Back up. Back up, back up!
- What, and leave Mex?
That's what Mex would want us
to do. Yeah, buddy?
Because this is dangerous...
for everyone, isn't it, Mexico?
Retrace your steps, guys.
Retrace your steps.
Whatever you do, Mex... don't move.
And keep your head down.
Try... try and stay comfortable.
Where's that bloody sniper
when you need him?
Don't even speak, Mex.
It might sense your mouth moving.
I suppose, in a way,
if we're looking for a silver lining...
...when I die... your shares in
the scheme grow even bigger.
Mex, shut up!
For your own safety!
Guys, I can't handle it.
- I'm just going to step off.
- Oh, OK, mate, OK...
But before you do, I've got an idea.
How about you tell the others
what we talked about?
I think that'd be good. Don't you?
What we talked about up
on the hill, mate, remember?
Are you sure?
I don't... think anyone would mind.
Honestly?
Honestly.
We've all known each other
a very long time.
We can share that kind of shit.
And then, whatever happens,
if you decide to step off,
at least it'll be out there, mate.
It's very personal.
I get that.
You can do it, buddy.
I think I know what it is.
You do? How?!
And I agree.
I agree with Ledge.
You should just say it.
Say it.
And step off.
OK, guys.
The truth is...
...Ledge can't have children.
The poor guy just does not
have the sperms.
OK...
Here goes.
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
You jammy bastard!
I'm still standing
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Sing it, girlfriend!
OK, well, you might want
to be careful,
actually, cos there could be a second...
Let's go.
We could...
we could take our chances.
We're nearly there.
I'm just beginning to like you, Ewok,
but that is the worst idea
since the Millennium Dome.
What the hell's this investment
scheme everyone keeps talking about?
Huh?
What are you two involved in?
Do you know what, Ian?
I'm glad you came on my stag.
It's great. But...
That doesn't mean you can go
nosing into everyone's business.
Well, it does if my life's in danger.
Oh, your life's in danger?
All of our lives are in danger.
That's all you need
to worry about, mate.
Listen, Ian, I've been thinking.
And, um, maybe
you should just fuck off.
Excuse me?
You said it yourself.
The killer knows us.
Us. Not you.
So...
You should go.
But we stick together!
Look what happened
yesterday when we split up.
He's right, Ian.
You'll be safer alone, mate.
- But...
- But what?
But I promised my sister.
Fran would want me
to tell you to go.
The killer can't be
in two places at once.
So this is it, then.
OK, Wizbit, piss off.
Run!
Can I just say, I know exactly
what this is about?
This is about the financial scheme
that they're all involved in,
which has absolutely nothing
to do with me, OK?
I've never even been to Guernsey.
I've not been to any
of the Channel Islands.
- Kneel down.
- Oh...
Oh, God.
I pay all my taxes.
I don't have a choice. I'm PAYE.
It's a good system.
I don't have a problem with it.
Put it on. Now.
Why blindfold me if...
I already know what you look like?
It's not a blindfold.
It's going to get messy. Gotcha...
Can I just say one last thing?
Please?
This seems like an unusual request, but...
would you mind shooting me
in the face...
...rather than the back?
Seeing as you don't know me...
...I'd like you to see just
who it is you are actually murdering.
Who was at Chiggy's wedding?
I don't know.
There was, like, hundreds of people.
Yeah, but who do
WE know who was there?
Well, I don't know. It was, like,
ten years ago, wasn't it?
Sorry I ballsed this up, buddy.
This is the opposite of a decent stag.
Seriously unforgivable.
I mean, what are we going
to tell people when we get back to Clapham?
Don't beat yourself up about it.
I will beat myself up about it,
thank you very much.
You see, I'm responsible.
I'm the world's worst best man.
Should have done the boozy lunch.
Should have done the boozy lunch.
Mex was right.
The Guernsey Six
is now the Guernsey Pair.
You and I are 50/50.
That's, what...
...twelve and a half million apiece.
Don't know about you, but I'm not sure
I even want it after all this.
I might give it all to charity.
Better still, get myself a gig
on Dragons' Den.
Quieten down, buddy.
Stag's talking now.
Stag's talking.
That's it, buddy.
I'm going to miss you, buddy.
Where are you, boy?
Where are you taking me, boy?
Show-off.
Christ, Angus,
...you could have got yourself shot.
- Again, you mean?
I'm going to need a new best man.
Did you notice the gate-crasher?
Christoph? He's dealt with.
I know Christoph was here.
Who do you think buried him for you?
I'm talking about the little guy, Ian.
Sophie?
He saw me.
He's seen my face.
How?
He found this place.
I came back and he was in here.
When?
Two hours ago?
You did two tours in Helmand.
You're armed with antipersonnel
mines, a high-powered rifle
and a harpoon gun, and you managed
to let a new potato in a dinner suit
beat you up with a bottle of Evian?
Well, it sounds bad
when you put it like that.
You have to deal with this.
It's your fuck-up, your responsibility.
Don't talk to me like that.
I can't lead them round
in circles for ever.
I can't pin it on the gamekeeper
any more. You need to finish the job.
I'll call you from a landline.
Make sure it's done, OK?
- You'll call off the wedding?
- Oh, yeah, of course.
I might even take you
for a romantic night away.
Another mindless quickie in
the Premier Inn?
Sophie, please!
We'll have 25 million in the bank.
We'll do it in the Radisson Blu.
You're doing so, so well.
We're nearly there.
OK?
You dealt with the bodies?
Make sure you burn the maps
and the photos when you're done.
Where are you going?
I still need my alibi.
Johnners!
Johnners!
Ledge...
Ledge? Ledge!
Ledge! Ledge, come on.
Come on, it's me. It's Ian.
Ledge! Come on!
It's Wizbit. Huh?
It's Wizbit. It's croupier Gollum.
It's... Sandi Toksvig. It's R2-D2.
I... I can't remember them all, Ledge.
Please... Ledge!
Legend!
Go on, then.
What's with the crazy long pause?
It's not the fucking X Factor final.
Do it.
You're the last man standing.
You weren't meant to be here.
Well, I am.
I am here.
Because I made a promise
to my sister.
This was the man...
she was meant to have married.
She loved him so much.
She would have done anything for him.
Whatever these guys are involved in...
however much money's coming
your way...
doesn't make any of this...
...OK.
All right?
Not even slightly.
Do you think we could pretend
we haven't seen each other?
And we never are going
to see each other.
Ever again.
How does that sound?
Pretty peachy, to be honest.
Before I change my mind.
Left one does the gears.
Thank you!
Fuckin' hell!
Evening!
What can I get you?
I need to use your phone, please.
Someone's using it.
So what you having?
I'll just have the usual.
Well, you've only been in here once.
Well, I'll...
I'll have what I had last time.
- Which was...?
- I don't know!
I'll have an orange juice.
Right.
So, any good kills?
- What?!
- On your stag hunt.
Quite a few, as it happens.
I really need to use that telephone.
I just told you, your friend is using it.
He'll be back in a minute.
Yeah!
I'll, er... I'll call you back.
Ian!
You're still alive!
That's amazing!
Yeah.
Who were you just talking to?
The police, of course.
Of course.
Yeah. And they're fully up
to speed now, which is...
Well, it's great.
Maybe I should ring Fran.
Well, I-I also rang Fran.
She is one relieved woman, let me tell you.
Yeah.
I'm just... praying Ledge got out alive.
Actually, Angus, I...
And I'm very sorry
to have to say this, but...
He almost got out.
He managed to fire that flare up, but...
...he didn't quite make it.
"Best man can't do everything. "
When he asked me to leave...
...it's almost as if he knew
he was sending me out
of harm's way, you know?
Yeah. I think you might be right.
Ian Telford?
Yes.
Your card didn't go through.
There's still over 500 quid on there.
Try it again. I get paid on Fridays.
And there's...
...a wee tip...
there for you, lassie!
I'm just going to, er...
pop to the bog.
Number two, is it?
Ian?
Ian?
Er, why don't you come back to the bar?
We can carry on chatting.
Oh, shit!
Yeah, the Southmuir Arms.
The police are on their way.
How long till they get here?
Hey, with the potholes in the road,
it'll be the best part of an hour.
Sorry.
Hey... Hey!
Hey! What are you doing?!
Ian!
Listen, buddy...
OK, just to be clear, none of this
has anything to do with your sister.
She and I, we're...
Well...
we're soul mates.
Soul mates?
Well, let's see, shall we?
Let's have a look at the old...
questionnaire.
Question one.
Well, we-we have done question one...
We tried.
We haven't actually heard your answer.
Oh, God...
"When's Fran's birthday?"
- It's...
- No? No, I didn't think so.
Question two.
"Gillette, Tussauds or... "
No, we'll forget that one.
Where are they?
Question 13. Ah, here we are.
You'll like this one, actually.
This is all about you.
"What phrase would Fran use to
describe Angus?"
Ian, I... I don't want to play
any more, buddy.
- Answer the question!
- "Sensitive. "
"Smells good. "
"OK at cooking. "
Do you want to know
what it actually says?
It says...
..."Really well hung. "
What?
Really? It says...
No.
No, Ian...
Ian, buddy, wait.
I...
You don't deserve my sister.
That's what this weekend's been
about for me.
There was a point where I thought
she'd done well for herself, but...
Ian!
Ian, buddy...
Ian...
Ian, are you...
are you still there?
Yeah.
Listen, buddy, I'll admit it,
this whole Fran engagement thing,
it was just a way to get everyone
together, you know?
The truth is that
I don't love your sister.
And...
I don't deserve her.
But, you know, that doesn't mean
that we can't share the cash
from the Guernsey scheme.
You know,
we'll split it three ways you, me,
Fran, you know?
We just blame the whole thing
on Sophie, you know?
Mental Sophie.
She's been doing all this, right,
because she's got it stuck
into her silly little female head
that we might actually
get back together at some point.
But there's no way.
I mean, honestly, buddy...
Buddy, I wouldn't touch her
with yours, you know? So...
Ian?
Buddy?
Oh, fuck!
Oh... Oh, my God.
Ow, you little pervert!
Come on!
Ian!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
All right, if this is what it takes...
Sophie!
My God!
Oh, my God!
Well, thank God you're here!
I thought I said
I never wanted to see you again.
Ian, buddy...
We were just talking about you.
Sophie?
What's that?
Sophie?
Is that a mincer?
No way!
Seriously, Sophie, you can't do this!
If you kill me, no-one gets the money!
That's how it works.
- Is it?
- Of course!
We paid Wendy to set it up that way.
He made sure of it.
Come on... Sophie?
Oh, no! No!
No! God! No, no, no, no, no!
No! No, no, no, no!
Hey, baby, how did it go?
Oh, was my brother OK?
He survived.
He didn't try any
of his god-awful jokes, did he?
Fran, it's me.
Ian?
Well, what's going on?
Where's Angus?
Oh, just tell me he's still in one piece!
Ian, come on, put him on.
Fran, I need you to listen to me
very carefully, OK?
OK!
Ian?
You remember that guy
I told you about at work,
Tony Wallace, Deputy Head of Maths?
Yeah, I remember him, but what's
that got to do with anything?
Well, he's loyal.
Washes his hair, pays all his taxes.
Ian, what are you on about?
I'm coming home, Fran.
School tomorrow.
I'm testing Year 9 on...
mountains and rivers.
Ian?
Ian!
I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'm still standing...
72 hours will change us as men.
'And when we get home, we will say
'that this was the stag
'to end all stags. '
'The stag-hunting stag of
Angus "Johnners" Johnson,
'the best friend a man could have!'
'Just promise me you'll make sure
he comes back
...'in one piece. '
- I promise.
To the kill!
Aitken?
This has got to be the worst stag weekend ever.
They're all horrific. That lot have got more money than sense.
Wendy!
Come on, Neils!
These people are worthless, Ian.
If that's how you feel, then...
- ... why come?
- To end it.
No idea what Johnners sees in him.
He even tried to get him
into the Guernsey scheme.
I said, "There's no way
"that sofa-surfing pleb
has 200K lying around. "
You don't turn your back on
the important things.
Could you call 999?
What are you doing here?
I haven't seen you since...
When was it? Chiggy's wedding?
# Loving can hurt
# Loving can hurt sometimes
# But it's the only thing that I know
# And when it gets hard...
# You know it can get hard sometimes...
# It is the only thing that makes us
feel alive...
Come on!
Going somewhere?
Not that funny, to be honest.
I'm not joking.
Where've you been?
How long have you had a gun?
It's a flare gun.
I found it under the seat.
Why haven't you fired it?
There's only one round.
We only need one rescue.
Steady on, Lego man.
We don't want to waste it.
We'll fire it
when we get into open ground.
Christoph's dead.
Yeah. I heard.
Really? Who told you?
The shot, you prat, I heard the shot.
So...
.. it's just you and me now.
Only kidding.
So, why did you go back?
To help him!
How?
By smearing deer shit all in his face.
It was a nice gesture, mate.
I witnessed everything.
And in the end,
he took it like a man.
- You saw the killer?
- No.
But Christoph did.
And Christoph recognised him.
It's someone we know?
OK. OK. So we just wait for
the police to turn up and arrest
this so-called bloody friend of ours.
If Cosmo did reach the cops,
don't you think
they'd be here already?
Guys, I know exactly
what we should do.
Pylons.
What, like when everyone
jumps on top of each other?
Electricity pylons.
They're not here. On the map.
This map, it's fake. I don't know,
whoever made it should be fired
from Ordnance Survey, frankly.
But the pylons are real.
I saw them yesterday.
And what do you find when
you follow electricity pylons?
People.
You follow them for long enough
and you'll hit a power station or,
even better,
a network of telegraph poles
leading to a residential
or a commercial property.
- Either way...
- No!
I- I'm sorry.
I don't know about you guys,
but I'm bored of running.
This entire weekend has been
defined by running.
- And homicide.
- Exactly.
And that's not what
any of us signed up for.
I mean, this was meant to be
one last weekend, you know,
where we all hang out and
have fun before we all get married
and we're told that we're not allowed
to do this any more.
So enough's enough!
This is my stag do.
I came here to hunt,
and that is exactly what I'm going to do.
I really don't think there's
time for that, man.
No, I'm going to hunt down
whoever's doing this.
And then I'm going to kill them.
Now, hold on.
Wait. There's 500 square miles here.
And that's just the map.
It's the tip of the iceberg.
You can't find him.
You're never going to find him.
We don't need to find him, Ian.
He's going to find us.
Excuse me?!
Oh, shit!
Hey, mister!
Oi-oi! Wanker!
Yo!
Shooooot!
Angus!
I've been shot!
No shit!
- Angus!
- Please!
- Mate!
- Help!
Nobody move. Seriously.
This could be like that bit
in Saving Private Ryan.
He could be waiting to shoot us
when we go to help Johnners.
I love Saving Private Ryan!
Not now, Mex.
Apparently, loads of veterans
who saw it at the cinema said that
that bit at the beginning was more
realistic than actually being there.
Let's talk about this later, mate.
Guys? This is Ian.
Hi, Ian.
All right?
Do you think you could
crawl round this way?
Oh, shit!
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
- You OK?
Do you want some?
Keep moving!
We'll get Johnners. You keep watch.
OK!
Go.
What can you see?
Hang on.
Oh! Shit! Go!
What the hell happened there?
Johnners?
Johnners!
Angus! What the fuck was that?
Look, let's just get out of here,
shall we?
We put our lives on the line,
like we agreed.
All you had to do was pull
the bloody trigger.
You bottled it.
Go easy, the guy's just been shot.
The guy got shot because
he pussied out.
Maybe that's what getting hit
does to a man.
Anyway, look at it.
You got worse injuries playing rugby.
What do you want me to say?
That I'm sorry? Fine.
Yeah. Sorry.
Sorry I don't have it in me to murder.
Yes, we can't all shoot things.
You can't, Thumbnail.
But then, you didn't volunteer.
Fuck!
Ow! Fuck!
Fuck!
It is time... to end this.
No! No!
No, just... Just... No.
We only fire the flare
if we're in serious trouble.
- What do you call this?!
- Right now, Ledge,
right now, we're OK.
But if we get separated
or we're at death's door,
that's when we pull the trigger.
That's what it's for.
As a last resort. Yes?
- Yes?
- Yes...
Thank you.
That's confiscated.
Now, I don't know what you guys
want to do next,
but I know where I'm going.
I'm heading for the pylons.
And, with a bit of help
from the National Grid,
I'm getting the fuck out of here.
Ledge?
Mate!
You must be used to all this rural shit,
being from Eastbourne.
I'm surprised you remember.
Of course I remember. Besides,
my father has a property down there.
- Really? Where? -Do you know where
that big shopping centre is?
Yeah.
Yeah, right there.
What, near the shopping centre?
The shopping centre itself.
- Is that anywhere near you?
- About a mile.
My place is a little bit smaller.
A small house for a small man, I suppose.
Don't do that, mate.
- What?
- Do yourself down.
You're a bigger man
than we'd have you believe.
Who's Chiggy?
- Who?
- Chiggy.
Do you mean Alice Chigwell-Jones?
I don't know.
God, I haven't heard that name
in a long time.
Well, that's how they knew each other.
Christoph recognised the killer
from Chiggy's wedding.
Maybe it narrows it down.
Where have they gone?!
What?
They can't just stop for no reason.
You know?
They must... They must go somewhere.
There.
Of course! Can you hear that?
Who can tell me what that is?
Hydroelectric!
I think we can get onto it over there.
Right! This is it.
It's the only way out.
Are you sure?
That's what the gamekeeper said.
Guys? Guys!
Keep your eyes on the hills.
We're sitting ducks out here.
This is intense!
- Eyes peeled, boys.
- Keep your head down, Mex!
I'm going to bring my nephew
up here when this is all over.
- Back up. Back up, back up!
- What, and leave Mex?
That's what Mex would want us
to do. Yeah, buddy?
Because this is dangerous...
for everyone, isn't it, Mexico?
Retrace your steps, guys.
Retrace your steps.
Whatever you do, Mex... don't move.
And keep your head down.
Try... try and stay comfortable.
Where's that bloody sniper
when you need him?
Don't even speak, Mex.
It might sense your mouth moving.
I suppose, in a way,
if we're looking for a silver lining...
...when I die... your shares in
the scheme grow even bigger.
Mex, shut up!
For your own safety!
Guys, I can't handle it.
- I'm just going to step off.
- Oh, OK, mate, OK...
But before you do, I've got an idea.
How about you tell the others
what we talked about?
I think that'd be good. Don't you?
What we talked about up
on the hill, mate, remember?
Are you sure?
I don't... think anyone would mind.
Honestly?
Honestly.
We've all known each other
a very long time.
We can share that kind of shit.
And then, whatever happens,
if you decide to step off,
at least it'll be out there, mate.
It's very personal.
I get that.
You can do it, buddy.
I think I know what it is.
You do? How?!
And I agree.
I agree with Ledge.
You should just say it.
Say it.
And step off.
OK, guys.
The truth is...
...Ledge can't have children.
The poor guy just does not
have the sperms.
OK...
Here goes.
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
I'm OK!
You jammy bastard!
I'm still standing
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Sing it, girlfriend!
OK, well, you might want
to be careful,
actually, cos there could be a second...
Let's go.
We could...
we could take our chances.
We're nearly there.
I'm just beginning to like you, Ewok,
but that is the worst idea
since the Millennium Dome.
What the hell's this investment
scheme everyone keeps talking about?
Huh?
What are you two involved in?
Do you know what, Ian?
I'm glad you came on my stag.
It's great. But...
That doesn't mean you can go
nosing into everyone's business.
Well, it does if my life's in danger.
Oh, your life's in danger?
All of our lives are in danger.
That's all you need
to worry about, mate.
Listen, Ian, I've been thinking.
And, um, maybe
you should just fuck off.
Excuse me?
You said it yourself.
The killer knows us.
Us. Not you.
So...
You should go.
But we stick together!
Look what happened
yesterday when we split up.
He's right, Ian.
You'll be safer alone, mate.
- But...
- But what?
But I promised my sister.
Fran would want me
to tell you to go.
The killer can't be
in two places at once.
So this is it, then.
OK, Wizbit, piss off.
Run!
Can I just say, I know exactly
what this is about?
This is about the financial scheme
that they're all involved in,
which has absolutely nothing
to do with me, OK?
I've never even been to Guernsey.
I've not been to any
of the Channel Islands.
- Kneel down.
- Oh...
Oh, God.
I pay all my taxes.
I don't have a choice. I'm PAYE.
It's a good system.
I don't have a problem with it.
Put it on. Now.
Why blindfold me if...
I already know what you look like?
It's not a blindfold.
It's going to get messy. Gotcha...
Can I just say one last thing?
Please?
This seems like an unusual request, but...
would you mind shooting me
in the face...
...rather than the back?
Seeing as you don't know me...
...I'd like you to see just
who it is you are actually murdering.
Who was at Chiggy's wedding?
I don't know.
There was, like, hundreds of people.
Yeah, but who do
WE know who was there?
Well, I don't know. It was, like,
ten years ago, wasn't it?
Sorry I ballsed this up, buddy.
This is the opposite of a decent stag.
Seriously unforgivable.
I mean, what are we going
to tell people when we get back to Clapham?
Don't beat yourself up about it.
I will beat myself up about it,
thank you very much.
You see, I'm responsible.
I'm the world's worst best man.
Should have done the boozy lunch.
Should have done the boozy lunch.
Mex was right.
The Guernsey Six
is now the Guernsey Pair.
You and I are 50/50.
That's, what...
...twelve and a half million apiece.
Don't know about you, but I'm not sure
I even want it after all this.
I might give it all to charity.
Better still, get myself a gig
on Dragons' Den.
Quieten down, buddy.
Stag's talking now.
Stag's talking.
That's it, buddy.
I'm going to miss you, buddy.
Where are you, boy?
Where are you taking me, boy?
Show-off.
Christ, Angus,
...you could have got yourself shot.
- Again, you mean?
I'm going to need a new best man.
Did you notice the gate-crasher?
Christoph? He's dealt with.
I know Christoph was here.
Who do you think buried him for you?
I'm talking about the little guy, Ian.
Sophie?
He saw me.
He's seen my face.
How?
He found this place.
I came back and he was in here.
When?
Two hours ago?
You did two tours in Helmand.
You're armed with antipersonnel
mines, a high-powered rifle
and a harpoon gun, and you managed
to let a new potato in a dinner suit
beat you up with a bottle of Evian?
Well, it sounds bad
when you put it like that.
You have to deal with this.
It's your fuck-up, your responsibility.
Don't talk to me like that.
I can't lead them round
in circles for ever.
I can't pin it on the gamekeeper
any more. You need to finish the job.
I'll call you from a landline.
Make sure it's done, OK?
- You'll call off the wedding?
- Oh, yeah, of course.
I might even take you
for a romantic night away.
Another mindless quickie in
the Premier Inn?
Sophie, please!
We'll have 25 million in the bank.
We'll do it in the Radisson Blu.
You're doing so, so well.
We're nearly there.
OK?
You dealt with the bodies?
Make sure you burn the maps
and the photos when you're done.
Where are you going?
I still need my alibi.
Johnners!
Johnners!
Ledge...
Ledge? Ledge!
Ledge! Ledge, come on.
Come on, it's me. It's Ian.
Ledge! Come on!
It's Wizbit. Huh?
It's Wizbit. It's croupier Gollum.
It's... Sandi Toksvig. It's R2-D2.
I... I can't remember them all, Ledge.
Please... Ledge!
Legend!
Go on, then.
What's with the crazy long pause?
It's not the fucking X Factor final.
Do it.
You're the last man standing.
You weren't meant to be here.
Well, I am.
I am here.
Because I made a promise
to my sister.
This was the man...
she was meant to have married.
She loved him so much.
She would have done anything for him.
Whatever these guys are involved in...
however much money's coming
your way...
doesn't make any of this...
...OK.
All right?
Not even slightly.
Do you think we could pretend
we haven't seen each other?
And we never are going
to see each other.
Ever again.
How does that sound?
Pretty peachy, to be honest.
Before I change my mind.
Left one does the gears.
Thank you!
Fuckin' hell!
Evening!
What can I get you?
I need to use your phone, please.
Someone's using it.
So what you having?
I'll just have the usual.
Well, you've only been in here once.
Well, I'll...
I'll have what I had last time.
- Which was...?
- I don't know!
I'll have an orange juice.
Right.
So, any good kills?
- What?!
- On your stag hunt.
Quite a few, as it happens.
I really need to use that telephone.
I just told you, your friend is using it.
He'll be back in a minute.
Yeah!
I'll, er... I'll call you back.
Ian!
You're still alive!
That's amazing!
Yeah.
Who were you just talking to?
The police, of course.
Of course.
Yeah. And they're fully up
to speed now, which is...
Well, it's great.
Maybe I should ring Fran.
Well, I-I also rang Fran.
She is one relieved woman, let me tell you.
Yeah.
I'm just... praying Ledge got out alive.
Actually, Angus, I...
And I'm very sorry
to have to say this, but...
He almost got out.
He managed to fire that flare up, but...
...he didn't quite make it.
"Best man can't do everything. "
When he asked me to leave...
...it's almost as if he knew
he was sending me out
of harm's way, you know?
Yeah. I think you might be right.
Ian Telford?
Yes.
Your card didn't go through.
There's still over 500 quid on there.
Try it again. I get paid on Fridays.
And there's...
...a wee tip...
there for you, lassie!
I'm just going to, er...
pop to the bog.
Number two, is it?
Ian?
Ian?
Er, why don't you come back to the bar?
We can carry on chatting.
Oh, shit!
Yeah, the Southmuir Arms.
The police are on their way.
How long till they get here?
Hey, with the potholes in the road,
it'll be the best part of an hour.
Sorry.
Hey... Hey!
Hey! What are you doing?!
Ian!
Listen, buddy...
OK, just to be clear, none of this
has anything to do with your sister.
She and I, we're...
Well...
we're soul mates.
Soul mates?
Well, let's see, shall we?
Let's have a look at the old...
questionnaire.
Question one.
Well, we-we have done question one...
We tried.
We haven't actually heard your answer.
Oh, God...
"When's Fran's birthday?"
- It's...
- No? No, I didn't think so.
Question two.
"Gillette, Tussauds or... "
No, we'll forget that one.
Where are they?
Question 13. Ah, here we are.
You'll like this one, actually.
This is all about you.
"What phrase would Fran use to
describe Angus?"
Ian, I... I don't want to play
any more, buddy.
- Answer the question!
- "Sensitive. "
"Smells good. "
"OK at cooking. "
Do you want to know
what it actually says?
It says...
..."Really well hung. "
What?
Really? It says...
No.
No, Ian...
Ian, buddy, wait.
I...
You don't deserve my sister.
That's what this weekend's been
about for me.
There was a point where I thought
she'd done well for herself, but...
Ian!
Ian, buddy...
Ian...
Ian, are you...
are you still there?
Yeah.
Listen, buddy, I'll admit it,
this whole Fran engagement thing,
it was just a way to get everyone
together, you know?
The truth is that
I don't love your sister.
And...
I don't deserve her.
But, you know, that doesn't mean
that we can't share the cash
from the Guernsey scheme.
You know,
we'll split it three ways you, me,
Fran, you know?
We just blame the whole thing
on Sophie, you know?
Mental Sophie.
She's been doing all this, right,
because she's got it stuck
into her silly little female head
that we might actually
get back together at some point.
But there's no way.
I mean, honestly, buddy...
Buddy, I wouldn't touch her
with yours, you know? So...
Ian?
Buddy?
Oh, fuck!
Oh... Oh, my God.
Ow, you little pervert!
Come on!
Ian!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
All right, if this is what it takes...
Sophie!
My God!
Oh, my God!
Well, thank God you're here!
I thought I said
I never wanted to see you again.
Ian, buddy...
We were just talking about you.
Sophie?
What's that?
Sophie?
Is that a mincer?
No way!
Seriously, Sophie, you can't do this!
If you kill me, no-one gets the money!
That's how it works.
- Is it?
- Of course!
We paid Wendy to set it up that way.
He made sure of it.
Come on... Sophie?
Oh, no! No!
No! God! No, no, no, no, no!
No! No, no, no, no!
Hey, baby, how did it go?
Oh, was my brother OK?
He survived.
He didn't try any
of his god-awful jokes, did he?
Fran, it's me.
Ian?
Well, what's going on?
Where's Angus?
Oh, just tell me he's still in one piece!
Ian, come on, put him on.
Fran, I need you to listen to me
very carefully, OK?
OK!
Ian?
You remember that guy
I told you about at work,
Tony Wallace, Deputy Head of Maths?
Yeah, I remember him, but what's
that got to do with anything?
Well, he's loyal.
Washes his hair, pays all his taxes.
Ian, what are you on about?
I'm coming home, Fran.
School tomorrow.
I'm testing Year 9 on...
mountains and rivers.
Ian?
Ian!
I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'm still standing, yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'm still standing...