- Fucking hell, man.
- Need a ladder?
Get some bigger fucking stones, man.
- Kick it here, then.
- Whoa, easy! - What're you doing, dickhead?
- No.
- He's worse, no?
- See, that's how you break a window.
Go on then.
Come on, keep crawling.
- See you out this Friday?
- What else to do?
Tommy will be going out, probably end up there.
Where is he, anyway?
Tom?
Well, he's not down-- (crashing)
Fucking hell!
Nearly shit meself!
- Can we go home now?
I'm bored.
- Said you would be.
Next time I'll leave you at home by yourself, if you want.
- Can you help me with this bit?
- What are you doing?
- Just a minute, I got this.
Ready?
- Go then.
- Ready?
- Do it again.
- See how long you can keep them off for.
- No!
- What, you scared like?
- It's alright.
Just turn right it off and switch it back on.
- Okay.
Freddie?
- Where's Michael?
- Very good, where is he?
- What?
Don't look at me, I don't know what you're talking about.
- [Emily] Yeah.
- Okay, let's go again.
- Okay, my turn now.
Now all stand together.
Freddie, stand in the middle.
Now hold each other's hands.
- What?
- Come on, my game now.
- My, you've got little soft hands.
- Fuck off.
- Ready?
Freddie!
Tom!
Tom! - What?
- [Emily] Where are they hiding?
- Dunno.
- Come on, Freddie!
Don't have to be a dickhead like Tom.
- Ay!
- You're not catching me out.
Stand behind Grace.
Okay, this time a bit quicker.
Ready?
I'll be too quick for you this time.
Who started this?
It's both of them, isn't it?
Don't lie!
I knew I shouldn't have fucking brought you here!
Alright, you two.
You win!
Ha fucking ha!
They'll come out now.
Come out.
Okay!
If you don't come out now, I'm gonna lock you in here!
Grace?
- [Grace] Yeah?
- [Emily] Can you hear them?
- [Grace] No, can you?
Emily?
Let me out!
Emily, please!