All Crazy Random (2022) Movie Script
1
[bees buzzing]
[engine revving]
[vehicle driving past]
[engine revving]
[engine roaring]
[indistinct
announcement over PA]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[metal door slams closed]
[thunder crackling]
[rain pattering]
[bell ringing]
[Danny] Hello?
San?
Hello?
Mum?
Mum?
[upbeat music]
[croupier]
No more bets now, thank you.
22 black.
-Cash change?
-[San] Yeah.
-[croupier] Yeah?
-[San] There we go.
Just throw it
on seven, then.
-On seven?
-Yeah.
-All on seven?
-Yeah, no, no, no.
Put it in the corner,
seven and eleven.
Seven, eleven,
we'll call it, yeah?
-Sure?
-Yeah.
Okay. Place your bets now.
[dice clattering]
No more bets now,
thank you.
No more.
18 red.
16 black.
Thank you.
Place your bets now.
[film projector whirring]
[film projector clicking]
[Jim] I'll call him for you.
Thanks, I really
appreciate that, mate.
It's just, you know,
I'm getting a new phone.
-It's okay, mate.
-All right.
There you go.
Thanks, bud.
I'll be outside.
Yeah, today.
This afternoon.
I thought-- Yeah, no.
They-- they said they'd
let the family know, San.
Yeah, no.
I thought I might see you.
[Jim] Criminal?
The-- the Grim?
He-- he's San's brother.
Yeah? San?
-[sighs]
-The dealer?
No wonder he's trouble.
Did time for what?
He's not a dealer.
How many times-- Robbery.
All right, he crashed
the car, he did a runner.
Okay,
he used to be a pro driver.
Really,
he was very talented.
Just used
his skill on the dark side.
-[laughs]
-Don't laugh.
Honestly,
he was really good.
I'm surprised
you never heard of him.
Have I 'eck!
Did he go to jail
for quite a bit, then?
Someone got hurt.
One of them had a gun.
Wasn't his fault.
He's a dick,
just like the rest of them.
Maybe so, love.
Maybe so.
I know, where is she?
Well,
I'll go and visit her.
Well, he--
Look,
text me the address, will you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know,
just text it, will you?
Please.
Look, San,
I've gotta go.
Yeah,
I've gotta go, mate.
Just text it
to Jim, will you?
Yeah? Sure.
Thanks, mate.
I appreciate it.
[chattering indistinctly]
[orderly] Hold on, Maggie.
[music playing on TV]
[Danny] Hey, Mum.
-San.
-Danny.
Oh, Danny.
You're so alike, you two.
I don't like it
in here, San-- uh, Danny.
It's not
necessary at all.
Oh, good God.
Would you look at it?
Look, look at that.
When do you think
she'd sort herself out?
How long
have you been in here, Mum?
I don't stay here, do I?
I'm-- I'm not
stopping here tonight, am I?
No, no.
Did you stay here last night?
I don't know.
-Did I?
-I don't know, Mum.
Look at her. Look.
Don't point at her, Mum.
She's not very well.
[sighs]
Where's San?
I don't know, Mum.
I don't know.
Can I, um...
Oy! Get up!
Get up and face me now.
Get the fuck up,
and get out.
[man 1] He owes me 50 quid!
[man 2] That's nothing,
he owes Jacky Mills his house.
You're a fucking loser.
[man shouting indistinctly]
[upbeat rock music]
[indistinct chatter continues]
[metal clinking]
Hold on, mate.
There's no point
in clearing this now.
Hey. How are you doing?
I'm fine.
Was it unlocked?
No, found a key.
Why is it such a mess?
Oh, nobody's been here since,
well, Dad just gave up.
We could have sorted it.
It worked out.
I can't be coming here
and looking after Mum as well.
-Yeah, I know, I know.
-Nobody gives me nothing.
I know.
What's she doing in that place?
You never said anything.
Oh, she doesn't know
where she is.
-It don't make a difference.
-No?
-What happened to your mush?
-Nothing.
You coming out?
No, I wanted to stop here,
I'm gonna tidy--
San! San!
[wrench grinding]
[cars whooshing]
[Stan] No way!
Hey, come here, boy.
[laughs]
Good to see ya.
-Hey, when did you--
-Yesterday.
Ah, man,
it's good to see ya.
Ah, I'm sorry
to hear about your dad.
-Yeah.
-How's your mum?
You know,
stressed, Stan.
-She's stressed.
-It'll take time.
-I'll take time.
-Yeah.
-This looks quick.
-Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Its not as quick as yours was.
[laughs]
Look, Stan,
I don't suppose you've got
anything going
around here, have you?
-Work-wise?
-[Stan sighs]
I wish-- I wish I could, buddy.
I really wish I could.
But we're only just
managing ourselves.
I mean, I couldn't take you on,
it wouldn't be fair.
I know, I just thought
it was worth asking, that's all.
[Danny sighs]
Well, anyway,
look, I'll be seeing you.
You're busy.
I'll-- I'll be getting off.
Maybe I'll get
a car back on the track, eh?
-[Stan laughs]
-Yeah, maybe.
[Stan] You take care, buddy.
Hey, Danny...
How'd they ever catch you?
Nice one, Stan.
[TV show playing in background]
[Danny]
If there's no will, Mum,
that means you own
the garage as well.
Well, I don't want it.
It's for you and Danny.
Yeah, I am Danny.
Oh-- I meant
you and San.
What are you doing,
big brother?
Trying to write me
out the will?
Yeah, frightfully.
Look, there is no will.
Yeah.
I need to talk to you.
Have you seen
the deeds to the garage?
They should be in here.
Little sheaf of papers.
Thick paper.
Maybe in a folder?
No.
Maybe in the garage somewhere.
Yeah.
Dan...
Why is Mum home?
Look, it's all right.
I'm gonna be around
for a bit, aren't I?
-[San] All right, okay.
-Yeah, we'll sort something out.
[San] All right.
I'm sure they're
in here somewhere.
Because the deed
to the house and the garage,
they're both
on the same piece of paper.
-I know they are.
-No.
[Noreen] No?
Don't know
what they look like.
[seagulls squawking]
[Danny] There you go.
[Noreen]
Oh, thank you, San-- I-- Danny.
I went down
to the garage this morning.
Has he cleared it up yet?
Has he...
What happened
to the Aston?
-My car?
-[Danny] No, my car, Mum.
The car.
I thought
you'd sold it.
You told me
you'd sold it.
I did not.
Who sold it?
Where is it?
Well,
perhaps San sold it, then.
It was a long time ago.
I'm not sure now.
But-- but my car's
still out front there, isn't it?
San sold my car?
I don't know, Danny.
Did you not sell it, Dan?
[drawer opening]
[coins clinking]
[Susan] Oh, no, San.
Don't start
that again, please.
You said
you weren't dealing anymore.
That's supposed
to be for Christmas.
I'll put it back.
Look, I need a stake.
The more
I have as a stake,
the more we'll have
for Christmas.
Don't you think I can win it?
I know you can.
But why do you
have to bet on it?
Why can't you
just race to win?
Yeah.
I can't, Sue.
[bag zipping]
We need it.
I'm on at 20 to one.
[engine revs]
[Susan] San?
[motor rumbling]
Call your brother!
[knocking]
[rain pattering on roof]
Looks a bit better in here.
Yeah.
I still
can't find the deed, San.
Yeah.
I've had them.
-What?
-Yeah.
I gave them
to Jacky Mills, as security.
What?
Look,
don't get all funny, Dan.
I had to give 'em in
'cause I owed him some money.
I'll get them
back in a bit.
You know
who he is, don't you?
Yeah, it's all right.
I'll get them back.
It was his fault
your last plan went to shit.
-You shouldn't have done that.
-Oh, don't get all clever.
I'm not getting clever.
Just tell us
what's going on.
Do you know what, Dan?
I've got work to do.
You don't
make yourself, you know.
[thudding]
[engine revs]
[tires squealing]
-Who's that?
-Oh, God. Danny.
Oh, keep going, keep going.
Oh. How are you keeping?
Oh, she is my protg.
-Female?
-Yeah.
Yeah, she's really good.
Teach you a thing or two, Dan.
-It's good line, that.
-Yeah.
Yeah, she knows
what she's doing all right.
How's your San?
Ah, don't ask, Stan.
I don't know
what he's got himself into.
I can't believe
he'd even talk to Mills again.
What do you know about it?
I don't know anything, Danny.
I just know, you know,
he's talking
the talk, isn't he?
And throwing money
at club races, and...
You know,
they love to bet, don't they?
So, he's trying
to earn it back, and--
Did he really borrow money
off that-- that bloke?
Mills?
Casinos and clubs
in Blackpool, I mean, he's--
he's a drug dealer.
He's a drug dealer, Danny.
He's a--
[engine roars]
He's the worldwide sort.
He's a proper bad guy.
[engine roars]
This is Paula.
Well, am I the one?
How did I do?
Uh, 148.
Yes.
Yes. Oh, God.
There's no way I'm not
driving this on Saturday.
-We'll see, we'll see.
-Oh.
-We'll see, all right?
-Oh, come on, you said.
Yeah, but I said
we'll see, all right?
Now, be professional.
This is Danny.
Oh, San's dodgy brother.
-How are you?
-[Danny] You know San?
Not really.
He goes out with a friend
of mine, Susan Barnes.
What?
Uh, they got together
a couple of years ago.
They should have told you.
[upbeat electronic pop music]
I really thought you were
going to win that one, San,
I really did.
Yeah, I-- I could have.
Easy.
It's unbelievable, really.
I think the cylinder head
needs changing.
Still, next time, eh?
It's a real shame.
I was hoping
that would be beneficial.
Yeah, well, me too.
[Jacky] San, I don't think you
fully understand the situation.
I've invested
considerably in this venture,
and you assured me
I would be reimbursed.
Trying to think
of a clever answer?
-What?
-Don't "what" me, boy.
You were trying
to think of a clever answer,
San, and there isn't one.
-No, I was just--
-Shut up.
Shut up and listen.
You're on borrowed time.
My time and my money.
I want
20,000 pounds by Friday.
Or else I keep
the bloody garage.
No, no, no, no, bastard.
I-- I don't owe you
half of that.
-[glass breaking]
-Sorry.
Hey!
[Jacky] Leave him.
Nobody thinks
about the interest.
-No.
-God, that was fun.
I really enjoyed that.
He is so fucked.
Yes, but seriously,
keep an eye on him.
Because if we don't get
the land, the building stops.
I mean it.
It's getting fast,
I'm moving faster now
It's getting out of hand
[panting]
On the tenth floor
down the back stairs
Into no man's land
[sobbing]
Lights are flashing,
cars are crashing
Getting frequent now
Go on, get in.
Look, Stan,
I don't know.
I haven't driven for ages.
Oh, just get in
and drive it.
You haven't touched
a steering wheel for five years.
You know you bloody want to.
Get in and drive the thing.
What? No helmet, no suit?
He'll be all right.
Yeah,
of course he will, he's a man.
-Oh. Here.
-Unbelievable.
[car starting, door shutting]
[motor rumbling]
Easy on the clutch, mate.
That's the last
we'll see of that.
Thought you said
he could drive.
You know, the thing is,
it wasn't Danny
who was the one
who was always
getting into trouble.
It's that
little brother of this.
San?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think
he was jealous at the time
and money
their dad spent on the car.
It was good
for the garage and everything,
but he was
just a bit jealous.
Just wasn't as fast.
Then he started nicking cars.
Little thief.
Yeah, not bad.
[motor rumbling]
[engine roars]
What's he doing?
He's, uh...
he's going again.
Until the spirit,
new sensation takes hold
Then you know
Until the spirit,
new sensation takes hold
Then you know
I've got the spirit
But lose the feeling
I've got the spirit
But lose the feeling
Feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling
[Paula] What is it?
[motor rumbling]
[song playing on stereo]
[Danny]
Drives well, this, Stan.
Would've given us
a run for our money
back in the day,
this, you know.
Yeah, we're
really pleased with that.
Really pleased with it.
We're a serious
contender now, you know.
GT cup
at the end of November.
-Yeah, big prize.
-[Danny] Yeah?
Big prize, yeah, we certainly
came closer to it today.
-Yeah?
-[Paula] Yeah.
Shame you weren't
going that fast
when the cops
were after you.
[Stan] Paula.
Yeah,
I'm sorry about that.
-I dunno if Stan said, but--
-[Stan] It's okay.
That's okay.
It's no harm done.
Besides, it's just nice to see
you doing your thing, Danny.
I don't know
what happened, but...
I'm sorry
you're not still driving, mate.
Ah, thanks, Dan.
Appreciate that.
Still don't know
how the cops caught you.
[electronic song
playing on stereo]
-Easy, dude.
-Okay, okay, yeah.
-Are you all right to drive?
-Yeah, yeah.
I think it's something
to do with the diff.
Can you not
feel it on that side?
No, mate.
-How've you been?
-All right.
-You never came to see me.
-No.
Well, you know
me and the cops.
Thought they'd
cave me in if they saw me.
Mum's not great, is she?
-San.
-What?
I said
Mum's not been great.
She said someone came around
to the house, wanted money.
What?
Oh, for God's sake, San.
Okay, okay.
You never told me
someone got hurt, San.
Everybody knew.
-You knew.
-No.
Pull over, mate.
-What?
-Pull over, mate.
Pull over.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
-Pull over, San.
-No fucking way.
They'll do us
for drink-driving.
Pull-- San, pull over.
Mate, I'm unlicensed.
Pull over.
-They'll put us back inside.
-No, get off the--
-Get off the wheel.
-Get it over.
[siren wailing]
Don't, San, please.
-Look, I'm unlicensed, mate.
-That's all right.
[knocking]
[officer] All right,
lads, out the car.
[exhales]
-[sighs]
-All right, lads.
Can you tell me
why I've stopped you?
-No.
-Yes, we can.
Yeah, um,
we were speeding, officer.
I'm really sorry.
It's just I've not seen
me brother for a long time,
-and we came out--
-Hang on, hang on.
I know you, don't I?
All right,
can I see your license?
Oh, here we go.
All right, yeah,
get him your license.
Sorry about this,
officer, it's just, uh--
[officer] No, it's--
it's all right.
Just do a--
going a bit too fast.
-[Danny] Yeah.
-[police radio chatter]
[San] I bust the sump.
And they're gonna do me.
[Danny]
Don't you think I know that?
I said I'm sorry.
They would've
put me away.
Can't drive it now,
let alone race it.
Yeah, well, we could have
put it on the ramp
if somebody
hadn't lost the keys.
I didn't lose the keys.
-Lost the garage.
-Yeah, not just the garage.
[San] Anyways,
it's barred and bolted now.
Some guy
came round the other day
talking about
boarding it up.
What race, anyway?
To get me money back!
Don't you listen
to a word I'm saying?
You never listen.
It was always the same.
You and Dad, in the garage.
-Oh, come on.
-Not knowing what I was doing.
All right, all right.
I'm listening.
Tell me about it, what race?
Oh, it don't matter.
I've got no car.
I've got no money.
I'm finished.
It's all gone to rat shit.
Oh, 'cause it's all
going so well for me, San.
I was gonna
run that garage.
But it's nothing
to do with you, is it?
Nothing to do with you.
Sort it out tomorrow,
eh, San?
Sort it all out tomorrow,
but you never fucking do.
Honestly, mate.
Talk to me.
Apologize to me, San.
-What?
-Thank me.
For Christ's sake, something.
I get
nothing from you, mate.
You know, the house
is on those deeds, don't you?
Your mother's house, mate.
But I suppose you just wanna get
back to Susan tonight, do you?
[distorted fair music]
Okay! Got ya!
Got ya, Danny boy!
-[laughs]
-I got you!
[Paula] Watch out, San,
I'm coming for you.
You'll never catch me.
They'll never
take me alive!
-[thudding]
-Hey! Hey!
-Hey.
-It wasn't me.
It was him!
Honest, Your Honour!
[Danny] I'm coming
for you, brother!
[speaking indistinctly]
San,
you're worse than your brother.
I can't believe
you brought him.
Of course not. He came
with Susan, she's your mate.
Anyway,
he needed to get away.
How do you mean?
I just need to spend
some time with him, that's all.
He's a good lad, you know.
He's all right.
He just
had it hard as a kid.
Yeah, well,
I mean, so did you.
So did I.
But you don't go punching
people in the face, do you?
Yeah, it wasn't really
like that.
How long did you
go out with Susan for?
Well,
we didn't really go out much.
We just
sort of stayed in.
Serious relationship, then?
Yeah.
[street din]
[joyful fair music
playing faintly]
[Paula]
You need a better coat.
I can't understand
how people come out
-without appropriate clothing.
-It's all right.
It's not that damp.
It is all right.
Yeah?
It's another world
down here, isn't it?
Hmm.
You seen that?
[Paula] Wow.
When it's high tide,
we'd be under about
30 feet of water by now.
I wouldn't mind.
[Paula] Another world.
Right here.
Peaceful.
And drowned.
[chuckles]
You're an idiot.
You're an idiot.
Beat my time yesterday,
you know.
Yeah, it's a fast car.
We really need
that win, Dan.
Stan's all in.
Gets the sponsorship,
guaranteed.
-You do know that, don't you?
-Yeah.
It's a lot of money.
Really good of him to bring
us all out tonight, wasn't it?
[Paula]
Yeah, he likes you.
Really likes you.
Yeah.
We all like you, too.
Yeah.
[music continues faintly]
[objects thudding]
[wheels clattering]
[exhales deeply]
[Danny] You know we're not
supposed to be in here,
-don't you?
-[San] Yeah, I know,
and that's why
we're being quiet.
[Danny] What are we doing, San?
Stop your horses.
We're nearly there.
You're kidding me.
San, you're kidding me.
Couldn't get
rid of that, could I?
Mum said you sold it!
[San] Well, it's complicated.
-You've not even--
-I didn't touch it.
I wasn't allowed
to touch it, was I?
Oh, don't be like that.
I might have said
it was stolen.
Might have
claimed on the insurance.
I might've told Mum
that it was stolen,
but I never touched it.
[alarm blaring]
San.
San, it's just the alarm.
Yeah, I know,
but it'll stay on.
-What's going on?
-Nothing, Mum.
What are you two doing
out here at this time?
-We're not doing anything.
-For fuck's sake.
San.
Let's get back inside.
Mum, let's get back inside.
I was just wondering
what you were doing down here.
What were you gonna do, Mum?
Start a fight?
-It's the middle of the night.
-We could've been anybody.
Yeah, just--
just leave it, San.
-[San] She set the alarm off.
-Turn it off!
[San]
All right, I'm trying!
[San] Where is
that bloody torch?
Go on, let's get you inside,
get inside.
-[San] Where is it?
-Use mine, use that, you idiot.
[San]
All right, all right.
-[Danny] Turn it off.
-I'm trying!
[alarm blaring]
-[seagull crying]
-[diner music]
-[waitress] Full English.
-Cheers, yeah. Thanks.
And he never
tells me anything, Dan.
He's hard work.
He doesn't talk to me.
I've got
no idea what's going on.
Can't you talk to him?
That's between
you two, Susan.
Honestly, I don't know
what you want me to say.
I know
I didn't come to see you...
But-- but it
all started with San, and--
Yeah, about that.
Oh, come on, Danny.
What was I supposed to do?
I wasn't
the one running around
ripping people off
and getting people shot.
You can't
come over all innocent.
[Danny] Don't you think
I know that?
-Look--
-[door bell chiming]
I thought you might
come to see me at least once.
I mean, I didn't know
if you were all right.
You could've
told me what was going on.
I didn't know
whether you were pining for me.
Pining?
-Are you kidding?
-Well, not pining.
People die in jail,
you know.
You didn't die.
[Danny] No,
and you weren't pining.
[Susan] I'm sorry.
[Danny] Ah, it's all right.
It's all right.
You're right.
[sighs]
And he never has
any money, Dan.
Honestly, Susan.
[Don] Clock's ticking, kiddy.
[Danny] What?
I said
the clocks are ticking.
You better have
what you owe San, boy.
Nice to see you again,
sweetheart.
[clicks tongue]
See you Saturday.
[cutlery clinking]
Careful.
[door creaking open]
[door shuts]
What the hell was that?
He's a dildo who works
at the Royal for Jacky Mills.
Is he after San?
I don't know.
I think we better go.
Hang on.
Susan, tell me what's going on.
Oh, leave it, Dan.
Honestly, leave it.
-He's in a mess.
-Does he owe him money?
He owes him a fortune.
He thinks
he can win it back.
There's a race on the first.
-But he was--
-Ah, but his car.
Well, now
he doesn't have one, does he?
No, he doesn't.
Even then,
he never won anything.
I don't know
why he keeps doing this.
Welcome to my world, Susan.
[San] Tim.
Tim.
Tim, I need to talk to you.
I can't now,
I have customers in there
and I really need
to sell something.
Unless you're
in the market.
What, for a Merc?
No, no.
I need a place
on the grid for Saturday.
lWe're ram-jam full, mate.
I'm-- I'll try my best,
but you blew your gearbox.
I sorted it.
Please,
I need to be in it.
-Please, Tim.
-I can ask Borty, but--
That's all I wanted.
Thanks, Tim.
-Thank you.
-Mate, I've gotta go.
-Cheers, Tim.
-Okay, cheers.
[San] Cheers.
Cheers, Tim.
[rock music playing faintly]
[phone ringing]
SW Marks Sports?
Danny boy!
Well...
What do you need?
Well, depends what it is.
Yeah.
Well, I'm sure
we could do that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
When do you want it for?
-[motor rumbling]
-Is that a V8?
Is that you?
Hang on,
I'll come out.
[bluesy funk music]
[motor rumbling]
Hang on.
You told me
this had been sold.
I-- What's going on?
I-- Why do you want it refit?
I don't want
any trouble, mate.
Look, I won't lie to you.
It's not good, Stan.
But there was nobody else.
-I'll be gone by morning.
-No, don't like it, Danny.
Please, Stan.
You'll be gone
by the time we open.
I will.
[Paula] Will what?
He will nothing.
-Nothing.
-Wow.
God, what's this?
It's a car, ignore it.
Let's go.
What are you two up to?
[Stan] Nothing.
Come on.
Well, I'm going.
You can come with me
if you want.
Well, Stan, Stan,
what about my telemetry?
We'll do that in the morning,
don't worry about it.
[Paula] Oh, well, Stan,
what's going on?
[Stan]
There's nothing going on.
-[Paula] What's going on?
-Thanks, mate.
[Stan] Just keep it like that,
you'll be fine.
[suspenseful instrumental]
[tool whirring]
[door shuts in distance]
[whirring]
[whirring]
[object clattering]
[rustling]
[faint clattering]
[clattering continues]
[Danny screaming] God! Oy...
-Oh, God.
-Paula!
I ju-- I just brought these.
I thought they might be useful.
Yeah. Well, they would.
They would be useful--
We don't-- we don't want you,
uh, getting caught again, do we?
No. [laughs]
I could've...
[Paula] Yeah,
I know, I'm sorry.
[Danny laughs]
[seagulls squawking]
[funky electronic music]
[engine roars]
Morning finds me here
Washed up again
Upon another
blasted shore
Another beach and I
Have been here
once before
But there is something
That I can't remember
Must remember
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could
stand right here
And sing this song
But life will
never let me go
Oh, oh
How long will
this all last?
I turn around
And they have
tied me to the mast
I see it all from here
The sun might
shine at last
But the storm
can't bring me home
Home
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could
stand right here
And sing this song
But life will
never let me go
Oh, oh, oh
All night long
All night long
Morning finds me here
[seagulls squawking]
[Paula] You can drown
in shallow water, you know.
-What? No.
-Yeah, you can.
You can drown
in shallow water.
[Danny] Well, I can't.
Well, if you think about it,
it doesn't take a lot
to cover your nose or mouth.
Why wouldn't you
just stand up?
-Well--
-Well, sort of stand up.
Think I'm drowning here
and stand up.
-Well, what if you were injured?
-[laughs]
Well, that's definitely
worth considering.
I'll give that
some thought.
Here, come this way a bit,
that one looks really shallow.
[pub din]
[Danny] I'll do it.
[San] You can't, Danny.
It's my problem,
I'll fix it.
Look, San, look.
I know you wanna do it.
But let me.
Look, it's my thing,
you know it.
You kept the car, San.
Let me drive it.
[San] What do I do?
-[Danny] What?
-What am I for?
I'm the spare.
-You're the heir, I'm the spare.
-Oh, rubbish.
What's it all about?
All this.
All this just ends.
I know, bud.
But it's not
ended yet, has it?
We're here now, aren't we?
Punching each other
in the eye, aren't we?
The Jones boys.
I just need
to be somebody, Dan.
You are somebody, San.
You've got friends
and family that love you.
Not everybody's got that.
You're still young.
You're strong.
You're clever.
And we'll
get through this, San.
We will get through it.
Hey. We're men, aren't we?
Yeah.
Hey, do you remember
when you used to race cops
down the bypass?
They weren't
catching you, mate, were they?
[San] Yeah,
it was Crabtree.
Yeah, the old sod
couldn't get the car in gear.
[Danny] He nearly
caught you loads of times.
Never did.
[Danny] Do you remember
when you dumped the car
and pegged it
across the field?
Oh, God,
I was hiding in a ditch.
And then
Mum let Patch out.
-Just ran straight to me.
-Of course, it did.
I thought, if he's gonna
shine a torch up here,
I'm absolute toast.
[Danny chuckling]
[Danny laughing]
That was-- Oh, God.
You know, when they
banged me up at night...
[sighs]
When Dad was ill...
I thought I might as well
be dead in here, San.
I thought...
I wish he could have
a pint with us, San.
[glasses clinking]
[sighs]
What's with
the plastic urn, San?
Oh, that's what
they gave us.
They said
it was biodegradable.
I thought Mum would--
Well, I thought
she'd bury it or something.
She won't
let me touch it.
We gotta sort something.
-We'll sort it out, mate.
-Yeah?
We'll sort it out.
[glasses clinking]
[drill buzzing]
[soft rock song playing faintly]
Don't take me
for an idiot, San.
Look,
you can't lose, can you?
-You've got a bloody nerve.
-You can't lose.
If I win,
I pay you 20 grand.
If I lose,
you keep the garage.
Come on.
-I don't think so.
-Oh, come on.
-No.
-I can win.
I think
that's highly unlikely.
Oh, come on.
Everything I own
are on those deeds,
and you know it.
So, you'll be driving it?
I'll be driving.
You'll be driving
that car on Saturday night?
I will.
And if for some unforeseeable
reason the car loses,
I take
immediate possession
of the garage
and the house.
Yeah.
I don't understand you,
San, I really don't.
You can't accept
the fact you've already lost.
You think I can win.
-Nah.
-You do.
You're scared I'll win.
I sincerely doubt it.
You're a loser, boy.
You're going to lose.
[ball clattering]
[Danny] Why are you
watching this, Mum?
[Noreen] I like the company,
San-- Danny.
It's nice for me
since we lost your dad.
But it's rubbish.
Well, we can
switch it over if you'd like.
What would you want to watch?
They're looking that place down
behind the garage, aren't they?
There's a big fence around it,
wha-- what are they doing?
Are they?
You know they are,
you told me about it.
Oh, is it
for that big place?
That big pub
or something, a-- a hotel?
I-- I don't know, Mum.
Who told you about it?
[Noreen] Oh, I forget now.
Could have been
Jean at the shop.
She told me
they wanted to buy her place,
as well as the garage.
You never said anything.
-What--
-Well--
We don't want
to sell it, do we?
I mean-- I mean, you're
going to run it, aren't you?
[song plays on television]
What people say for me,
I hardly hear
[seagulls squawking]
[Danny] Be serious, San.
What is the point of racing
if we haven't got a stake?
I thought
you had it sorted.
-Money, San.
-Yeah, I know.
That's the problem,
I don't got any.
But I'll get some.
I just need
to sort something out.
-I'll come up with something.
-Oh, please.
Come up with something.
Things always
really work out well
when San
comes up with something.
All right, you get
some money, Mr. A-levels.
Mr. Pole-sitter.
I thought
you had some put away.
You always have money.
Yeah, I've been
a little bit preoccupied
these last few years,
haven't I, San?
Or maybe
we could borrow some.
No, forget about it.
We haven't got any credit.
Besides,
I'm not exactly bankable, am I?
[Paula] Well,
perhaps I can get a loan.
No, forget about it.
We could pawn stuff.
Have you got
anything we could pawn?
She's not
pawning anything.
You need
to focus on your driving,
you know you do.
You're gonna
keep outta this.
You never stop, do you?
Honestly,
you lose two grand gambling,
and then you double or nothing
with Jacky Wanker.
And if that's
not mad enough,
you give him
the deeds to the house.
I mean, San, you--
The deeds to the house.
He's actually
holding the deeds.
[Paula] Hey,
I think I've got it.
Do you guys know
what a title loan is?
[thunder crackling]
This, my friends,
is 10,000 quid.
We have a title loan.
-Yay! Excellent!
-Yes!
Is it enough?
Yeah, I'm on it five to one.
That's 50,000 bills.
-If I win, I'm gonna--
-[Danny] Hang on.
When I win,
we pay off the garage,
and we go to work.
Yeah, okay, okay.
He says we've got to
pay off in a month
if we want
to keep the car.
-We want to keep the car.
-We wanna keep the car.
[Danny] We wanna keep the car.
[laughs]
What could
possibly go wrong?
Cut to the scene
where it all goes tits up.
[rainfall]
[dark electronic music]
[car starting]
[motor rumbling]
Have I lost my mind, my mind
Have I lost my mind
On some highs like this
Gonna I leave it behind
On some highs like this
Have I lost my mind
On some highs like this
Can I leave it behind
On some highs like this
[engine roars]
This is 5-1.
Hi, Sally.
[Sally] Go ahead, 5-1.
Can you do us a check
on Yankee, Sierra, six, five,
Yankee, Lima,
Uniform, please?
[Sally] All right, Dave.
Yeah, that's coming back.
Yellow, Robin, Reliant.
Registered to
Mary Potts,
DOB 16/01/39.
Of 23 Hastings Ave, Morecombe.
[thunder rumbling]
All right, Dave?
-5-1?
-[siren wailing]
[announcer] We have
all your teams here,
from all over the UK.
Manchester, of course,
that's Falkirk,
and as far away
as St Ives, I think.
[indistinct] this morning,
after a very long drive.
I'm sure they will still have
some miles in the tank...
[San] How're you doing?
[announcer] A few announcements
before the first race,
so bear with me.
We will do our housekeeping.
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, whereabouts?
[San] Okay.
All right,
see you in a bit.
See you on the track.
[engine roars]
Come on.
Come on.
Line's busy. Little sod.
I told him I'm driving!
Honest to God,
what is the point of all this?
They never
would've known it was me.
They can't tell
the difference between chalk
and fucking cheese.
Stay calm, Danny.
Stay calm.
We'll get there,
and we'll talk to him.
Just stay--
-[engine roars]
-Calm.
[Danny] Can I drive?
[Don]
Back up a bit, kid.
-I said back up.
-All right.
You ain't gonna want
your mates to see this.
Oh, God.
[San grunting in pain]
[announcer] This is a call
for the paramedic team.
-Paramedic team...
-Have you seen our San?
[announcer] ... make your way
to the car park
entrance on the south side.
That's paramedics
to the car park...
Dan, what's that?
[Danny] San!
What happened?
San, mate,
are you all right?
He took a bit
of a beating, mate.
-[Danny] San!
-Are you a friend of his?
He's me brother.
You all right, mate?
I've called the ambulance,
it's on its way.
Are you all right, matey?
What happened to him?
[ambulance siren vailing]
[announcer] The cars are now
taking their places on the grid
for this final race today...
[motor rumbling]
[revving]
[announcer] ... races today,
who will be competing
against cars
in their own class...
[revving]
Oh, nice one.
So, he's definitely
out of the race?
Mission accomplished.
Good lad.
Good lad.
Look, uh,
whilst you're there,
can you put
another two grand
on the young chap
in the Toyota?
Yes.
Yes, just do it, Don.
Don, just do it.
Yeah.
[loud revving]
[announcer] ... who will be
competing against cars
in their own class,
and should make this next race
something very special, indeed.
And our final race
this afternoon
is the Championship
Cup Open GP event
for cars
over two liters.
This is a qualifying event for
the National Championship Cup.
So, we expect to see some
rather fast times here today.
[engine rumbling loudly]
[announcer] We have
just enough time to announce
the winners
of this afternoon's CityCar Cup,
our new formula
this year,
which is bringing motor sport
to a much wider...
Yeah, it's me.
[suspenseful music]
[engines revving loudly]
[siren wailing]
[upbeat rock music]
Hey
Hey
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
Speak like a freak
Who is weak at his peak
And you reek of the geek
That you seek up a creek
I'm falling down,
I've been around
Seen 'em all before
Hey
It's not for me
You'll change your view
[indistinct]
For more
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
I want life in supply
When you try to get by
Feeling high on the ride
Don't know why
I'm surprised
I'm stuck at home,
life all alone
It doesn't change for me,
hey
You play your tricks
You play your tricks
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling sick
I'm not dumb, you'll see
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
[tires squealing]
[crashing]
[siren wailing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[announcer]
... our new formula this year
which is bringing motorsport
to a much larger audience.
I'm happy to announce
that the winner of that race
was a veteran
of the circuit,
and a very dear
friend of mine, Tim Evans.
So, Tim,
if you'd like to...
[DC O'Hare]
You were arrested
in possession
of a stolen car.
The same car that's been
witnessed speeding on the A570.
The car doesn't have
the correct plates.
[Danny] No.
The plates aren't registered
to you, are they?
For the tape, Officer Hepworth
has just entered the room.
[DC Hepworth] Something you
might be interested in, Helen.
Thanks, Pat.
Okay.
Okay, Danny, so it seems
he's supposed
to be reporting in.
You're on probation,
I take it?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Interview suspended
at 1:15 a.m.
I'm going to get us all
some coffee.
[crank grinding]
Want a coffee, Stan?
Can I get us
both one?
I'll get us
both one.
Keep your weight off
that foot.
[Paula] I'm all right.
[thunder rumbling]
[TV show playing
in background]
[paper rustling]
You all right, Mum?
-[Noreen] Oh, Danny.
-You all right?
[Noreen] Lovely.
Yes, I'm all right.
Well, actually, I'm not,
but-- but never mind.
Uh, what are you doing here?
[Danny] What do you mean,
are you okay?
[Noreen] Yes,
I'm-- I'm all right.
I just-- just had
a little fall again, that's all.
-Oh, Mum.
-No, it's-- I'm all right.
I'm fine.
Now, let's not spoil the day.
What-- what
are you up to?
Have you been
out today?
I'm not sure,
San-- um, um, Danny.
Mum,
have you been out this weekend?
-[Noreen] Not sure.
-[Danny] At all?
I wanted
to tell you something.
Now, what was it?
[Noreen sighs]
-I'm going barmy.
-[Danny] It's all right.
I'll get us
a cup of tea.
Shall I put
the kettle on?
-Yeah.
-All right.
I'll put
the kettle on.
[Danny] Heya.
[carer] Um, Noreen,
are you gonna go with Emily?
-[Noreen] All right.
-[carer] Yeah?
-[Danny] All right.
Come on. There you go.
[Danny chattering indistinctly]
All right. [sighs]
-She'll be fine.
-Yeah.
-Okay?
-I'll be in touch.
Yeah, take care.
Speak to you soon.
[thunder rumbling]
[machine buzzing]
Hey, Dan,
you're getting soaked.
Look, you don't have
to watch this.
Why don't we go
and get a coffee?
Hey?
Or what about a drink?
Yeah?
Should we get a drink?
[thunder rumbling]
[Jacky] Excuse me, Daniel.
Daniel.
Do you understand that's
there for your own safety?
-Yeah.
-Leave it.
I said leave it.
Can you
not hear me, mister?
Tell this idiot
to get off.
I wouldn't advise that
if I was you, Mr...
-Don.
-Mr. Don.
And Mr. Mills?
I think
we've met before.
I think
it would be wise for you
to stand your men
here down, don't you?
There really is no need
for this kind of thing.
And it's a difficult day
for Danny, as you know.
I don't actually believe
we've had the pleasure.
And really, I'm not concerned
as to who you are.
Now, if you don't mind,
we've got work to do.
Sorry, allow me
to introduce myself.
I'm Nigella Geoffries.
We met at the Crown Court,
I'm quite sure.
I'm representing
Daniel Jones here.
This is his property,
and remains his property
until land registry completion.
Which, I'm sure
you've forgotten,
isn't 'til next week.
Well, I believe
it has already taken place.
[Nigella laughs]
No, no. Not quite, Mr. Mills.
It's the 27th?
Completion date
is set for next week?
I think you should just speak
to my solicitor.
Of course, I have.
I have an email
from him,
stating next week.
You're trespassing, mate.
Jesus Christ.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[inaudible conversation]
I'm sorry, Jacky.
We can't start anything today.
Nobody's insured.
If this is true,
I'm really not happy
with this.
Sorry about this, lads.
You haven't gone yet.
[thunder rumbling]
[Jacky] Don!
[engine rumbling]
-[Jacky] You are-- Fuck you.
-Yeah, really?
[clattering]
Get out
of the fucking way.
[metal clanging]
Bloody fuck.
Just do one, mate.
-How's your ankle?
-It's fine. Fine.
-This is Nigella.
-Oh, hi. I'm Paula.
-Pleased to meet you.
-That was interesting.
Actually,
that was technically assault.
I mean,
I think we believed
you were under a genuine threat
of physical harm, so...
Very interesting, Paula.
I'm sorry, Dan.
[Danny] Oh, there's nothing
to be sorry for, San.
No, no, I mean it.
Listen, I'm sorry.
Look. Rest, San.
It just doesn't
matter now, does it?
I should
never have asked.
You didn't ask.
It was Dad.
He didn't want you
going to prison.
He wanted you
with him.
He always wanted you
with him, San.
San, you'd have gone down
for ten years.
I miss him, Dan.
[folk song playing faintly]
[zipping]
[Stan] You gonna stand there
all day, Danny?
I know
work fascinates you.
Sorry, Stan.
Can you pass me
a pair of clippers around there?
-Here you go, mate.
-Cheers.
So, if she
does that again,
it'll just give way,
and it won't break the skirt.
You have all the best tricks,
don't you?
[Stan laughs]
She's good, Dan.
She is.
She's really good.
-But you--
Oh, leave it, Stan.
I'm finished.
[Stan] Enter it, Dan,
you could win it.
Leave it.
Besides,
it'll break her heart.
She's your driver.
Yeah.
Yeah, she is. Yeah.
What are you
gonna do, Dan?
She says
you got a lawyer?
Yeah, if you learn
one thing inside, Stan,
and that is you need
a good lawyer.
She says if I pay off
the lean on the garage,
I can stop it all.
What about Mills?
I thought he had all the deeds?
Yeah,
it doesn't matter.
Apparently,
it's all electronic now.
I pay it off, I can save the
house, the garage, it's easy.
Well, that's great, then.
Dan?
Yeah, I can't do it.
I haven't got
any money.
I haven't got
any job with no car.
San's just
crawled out o' hospital
and me mum,
you know--
[Stan] Ah, yeah.
[Danny] I've got to surrender
back into custody, Stan.
The other night,
the car.
You can't do anything
when you're on parole.
You can't break
any laws or anything.
San's bitter madness
the other night was enough.
That wasn't you.
That was him.
He took the car,
not you.
Yeah,
but they won't believe me, Stan.
They won't believe me.
They've got a warrant.
-I've got to do it.
-Oh, no.
Danny, it wasn't you
driving the other night.
And it wasn't you
driving...
Dan!
Danny!
[tool clattering]
[dark electro-rock music]
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall,
put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
I don't understand
what destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
what is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
what is starting to show
Sometimes
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
[croupier chattering
indistinctly]
I've broken my fall,
put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now that I'm clean
As years go by,
all the feelings inside
Twist and they turn
as they ride with the tide
[croupier] 36 red.
[speaking indistinctly]
I don't advise
and I don't criticize
I just know what I like
with my own eyes
There we go, thank you.
Do you want change?
[croupier speaking
indistinctly]
[croupier chatter continues]
[chatter continues]
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Ah, get off.
Having a nice time,
are you, San?
Hey, that's
me bad arm, Paula.
Oh, so what?
So what? No.
-Get off!
-I wanna have a word.
-[bar manager] You guys okay?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're fine. Sorry, we're okay.
You're not leaving,
I wanna have a word.
-No, I wanna have a word.
-[San] Get off!
[Paula] San.
[Paula] Thanks, that's great.
Thank you.
You not run off, then?
It's not healed,
this, you know.
-Your brother is in prison.
-Yeah, I know.
Yeah, you know, and do you not
think you're responsible?
Don't you think he was trying
to sort out your mess?
My mess?
Why is it my mess?
Oh, yeah, 'cause things are
going great for San,
aren't they?
Yeah, sorry, I forgot.
Yeah, going great guns,
aren't they?
-Look at yourself.
-Oh, get lost.
San, where are you
going to live?
And what
about your mum?
I can't believe
you let him turn himself in.
Well, they were gonna
pick him up anyway.
Yeah, but it wasn't
him driving.
-It was you.
-So?
God, unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
Listen, San.
Your brother loves you,
and all you do
is just mess him around.
Oh, yeah,
it's my mess.
It's always San's mess.
Yeah, actually,
yes, it is.
[bartender] Guys,
can you keep it down, please?
Sorry.
Listen, San.
You know,
it's not your brother's fault
that things
don't go right for you.
You just cannot keep
blaming everybody else.
San!
He's in prison.
[bartender] Sorry, guys,
can't keep up with the shouting
in here, otherwise,
you're gonna have to leave.
[Paula] All right.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
We'll just have our drinks,
and then we'll go.
-Okay.
-Sorry. Sorry.
Let's go.
San, you can't
leave him in there.
I know.
I know.
He's paid his dues.
He shouldn't have been
in there in the first place.
-Let's go.
-San.
[seagulls squawking]
[San]
I fucking hate it down here.
I like it.
It's cold.
What are you
gonna do, San?
I don't know.
Get some money.
Get a drink.
-All right.
-Cheers, fella.
Nice one.
-Have a good evening.
-Yeah, take it easy, man.
Drive safe, yeah?
[door shuts]
[Jacky]
How's your mum?
All right.
[Jacky] Have you told
her what you're doing?
-No.
-[Jacky] Good.
-I thought she'd--
-[Jacky] Listen.
I'm sure you're realizing
I'm not really that interested.
So, can you just carry on
with what you're doing,
and a little bit
faster, please.
Okay. Fuck off.
[electronic music
playing faintly]
Someone
to see you, boss.
-[Jacky] Who is it?
-Guess.
Who is it,
you dickhead?
Go on, mister.
Sit.
What can I
do you for, San?
All right.
What do you want?
-Turn that bugger off.
-Fuck off.
Tell him to leave,
and I'll tell you.
Tell me now.
[San] Nah.
Tell me now,
or else Don here might have
to break your other arm.
[screaming]
Get off, you fucker.
I've got
something for you.
Tell him to get off.
Get off, you bastard.
[screaming]
Go on.
Go outside for a bit.
Pouf.
Fuck off.
Is it broken?
Anyway,
what do you want?
I need
to make some cash.
We all do,
I believe.
I used to make
loads for Simmo.
Before he, well,
you know, went away.
Yes, very interesting that,
wasn't it?
Yeah. Very interesting.
Anyway,
let's get back to you.
-What do you want?
-[San] I've got a stake.
-A down payment.
-Nah.
Ten grand.
Just in case
it crosses your mind,
the garage
is already mine.
And will remain mine.
I just want a start.
You fucked me up
pretty bad.
-Where are you gonna work?
-Well, round our end.
I know
loads of kids up there
that used to buy off Simmo
back in the day.
Even if you made me money,
you'd lose all yours on black.
Yeah, maybe,
but I'll tell you what,
I'm gonna make you more money
than that kid I passed outside.
Look.
Ten grand.
[paper rustling]
How the mighty fallen.
Don.
[Jacky] Don.
Don!
Yeah?
Take him down The Royal
and give him six bags.
-All right.
-No, no. Let me have a cake.
You can't have a full brick
for $10,000--
-I can sell it.
-You might not.
It can be very unlucky
for people owing me money,
you know, San.
They say they'll pay me back,
and they try.
They really try, San.
And I wait,
and I wait.
And they try and...
and they seem to have
terrible accidents.
You know, I wouldn't like
to owe me money.
Very unlucky.
Oh, for God's sake,
give it to him.
[Don] Move.
Don't shove it up
your nose, you dickheads.
[eerie instrumental]
[electronic music
playing inside]
-[door bell clinking]
-[electronic music stops]
[caf din]
Now, you know
what this means, San?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[door bell clinking]
[door opening]
-[DC O'Hare] Hi, Nigella?
-Yes.
-Are you DC O'Hare?
-Yeah, that's right.
-I believe you're got--
-Yeah. One second.
[tape beeping]
Is that it?
You can go, Danny.
[Danny sighs] Thanks.
Thanks, Nigella.
-Thanks very much.
-Thank you.
-[Paula] He's a loser.
-[Danny] Oh, don't say that.
[Paula]
Well, he is.
Would you've stood by
and let him get arrested
for something you did?
Look,
it's not as simple as that.
Well, you know,
sometimes it is.
What good does it do, Dan,
just to keep ignoring it?
You know, you've really got
to stick up for yourself.
Yeah, look, it doesn't matter
what he does now, anyway.
Besides, I don't
wanna talk about him.
How's your car?
[Paula] Yeah,
it's pretty good, actually.
Yeah, and Stan's
rebuilt the engine.
Think he's even put
a new camshaft in it.
-Has he fixed the side panels?
-Oh, very funny.
Um, yeah,
he has, he has.
Uh, yeah, he has.
Oh, it's a shame
because I would've won that.
[laughs]
You'll win the next one,
though, won't you?
[Paula] Well, you know,
unless you want to drive it.
[Danny]
No, forget it.
You know,
he'd have you in a heartbeat.
-You know, he would.
-I'm not driving it, forget it.
It's really big
prize money, Dan.
-Yeah.
-And, you know, his sponsorship
-kicks in right away.
-[Danny] Yeah.
[Paula] And, you know,
he's even talking to the bank!
We might have two cars.
[Danny] Yeah.
Hey, be careful.
We nearly drowned then.
-[Danny laughs]
-Oh, get lost.
I'm just saying,
be careful!
I said, we could drown
in shallow water.
I know!
I'm saying.
-Oh, shut up.
-[laughs]
Come on.
[tense music]
[TV show
playing in background]
-I won't disturb her, though?
-She's absolutely fine.
She settled in really well.
Hasn't she, Emily?
Oh, yeah, she's really
loving the TV as well.
-Is she?
-Yeah.
She's a pleasure
to have, absolutely.
-All right.
-Okay?
-Thanks a lot.
-No problem. Don't worry.
-I'll be in touch.
-Yeah. All right.
-Thanks a lot.
-Take care.
-All right.
-Bye-bye.
[TV chatter continues]
[engine revving]
-[Danny] How's she doing?
-[San] Danny boy!
That looked really fast.
Yeah, she's
a record-breaker, she is.
You off somewhere?
Yeah, there's nothing going
on round here, Stan.
I wanna take
a bit of a break.
You know how it is.
Yeah, I wish it were easier,
Dan, I really do.
Oh, it'll sort
itself out, Stan.
-It's got to, mate.
-It will.
[tires squealing]
[crashing]
-She's off.
-She was really moving, Stan.
[Stan] Paula?
I'll get the truck.
Paula! Paula!
[suspenseful music]
Paula!
Are you all right?
[Stan]
Paula! Paula!
[Paula]
I'm so sorry.
[Danny] Hang on.
It's all right.
-Sorry, Stan.
-God, are you all right?
Fuck's sake,
let's get you out.
[sighs]
Thank God for that.
Let's get you out.
-[grunting in pain]
-[Danny] Ooh.
Oh, God,
something's not right.
[Danny]
Get an ambulance, Stan.
[Paula panting]
[groaning in pain]
That really hurts.
-All right, all right.
-[Stan] The ambulance service.
[Danny]
You're okay, you're okay.
[Stan] Yeah.
[indistinct].
[Danny] Come on, love.
You're okay.
[footsteps
crunching on gravel]
"Dear Alex, we..."
No, no, no.
[keyboard clattering]
[sighs] "Hi, Alex.
I hope
that the recent...
setback won't..."
Of course it will.
[sighs]
[keyboard clattering]
"I am...
writing..."
[sighs]
Why am I writing?
Why am I writing?
-Ah...
-[Danny] Stan?
Come in, Dan.
[Danny]
I didn't mean to disturb you.
No, it's all right,
I was just...
She's beside herself,
you know?
[Stan] I know.
I blame myself.
I mean,
I-- I wound her up too tight.
Oh, I nearly
killed her.
I was just trying
a different setup,
and she said
it was too hard.
It was
an accident, Stan.
We all have 'em.
That's the game we're playing.
She's blaming herself.
Either way, we're out.
No driver, no car.
-Is it--
-Yeah, it's trash, mate.
I might as well
sell it for scrap.
[sighs] Sorry, Stan.
We were this close,
you know.
Microns.
Just a few
more microns,
and we'd have had it.
Sponsorship.
You only get
a car like that
and a driver like that
once in a lifetime.
I'm really sorry, mate.
[grunts]
It's all right,
I'll get through...
without you.
Dan? [sighs]
[upbeat rock music]
[Jacky] So, how long
do we have to wait?
Well, can't we just tell him
we won't pay it?
Well, we've--
we've got the deeds already.
Honestly,
what is the point of you?
Well, I will get
somebody else to do it
if you don't get this
sorted out.
So, think on!
Bloody hell.
Oh, God,
I'm getting bored with this.
[Jacky] Apparently,
the land is not ours
until the land registry
idiots say so.
The paperwork's worthless.
Are you
listening to me?
For fuck's sake,
why am I even talking to you?
I was listening.
-It was just that--
-[knocking on door]
-[Jacky] Fuck off.
-[Don] Oy!
All right, all right.
It's me!
Keep your hair on.
-What do you want?
-[San] Well, uh...
Don't tell me
you've lost it all already?
Tell him to do one.
I haven't
finished me drink.
Oh, take it
with you.
Go on.
So, what do you want?
I'm pissed off
as it is.
I need a lot more.
[Jacky]
You're not having any more
until you've paid me
for the first--
Well?
I thought
we were in business.
[Jacky] Sit down.
-[knocking on door]
-Fuck off.
How much
do you need?
I've got a buyer
for it all.
Used to buy off Simmo,
but I need it
by the end of the week.
That was just the start.
I can get five bags
by tomorrow.
I'm impressed,
Mr. Mills.
You should be,
you little wanker.
You fall on your feet,
you, don't you?
Listen,
if this goes well,
we could be in business
for some time, me and you.
[San] Nice one.
-How's your arm?
-[San] Oh, I can manage.
[Jacky] Listen, you better
not be messing me around.
This is not a game.
Where should we meet?
[dark electronic music]
-Want one of these?
-No.
Listen, if they haven't got
the money, smack him.
Yeah.
Even if he says
he's bringing it.
Yeah.
[Jacky]
Quite likely he'll stiff us.
Hey, who's this?
Who's this, then?
[San] Patrick,
this is Mr. Mills.
This is the buyer
I was telling you about.
Let's have it, then.
[Patrick] No, mate.
I need to see what you've got.
[alarm beeping]
[alarm beeping]
[alarm beeping]
That'll do.
-This enough?
-It better be.
Jack Leslie Mills,
you are under arrest
for the supply
of class-A drugs.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention,
when questioned,
something you'd like
to rely on in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
[siren wailing]
[police
radio chatter]
You, you're
bloody well fucked!
-[indistinct]
-[Don] Get off!
Easy!
Get your head down,
you idiot.
[alarm wailing]
[DC O'Hare]
Come on, San.
-You know the deal, mate.
-Yeah, I know.
[Paula]
You should've driven it.
[Danny]
Oh, not this again.
[Danny mocking]
You should've driven it,
it's all my fault.
-Bloody hell, kill yourself!
-Well, it is.
It isn't.
Things happen.
Sadly,
it's not all about you.
It's not all about
any of us.
It's all crazy random.
We're on a rock spinning
in space, for God's sake.
It's his fault!
[phone ringing]
[Danny] Hello?
Fucking hell.
Where is he now?
That is fantastic.
What about Mills?
[chuckles] Couldn't have
happened to a nicer bloke.
Nigella,
that is great news.
Yeah.
Look after him,
won't you?
Yeah.
No, I will.
Actually, yeah,
there-- there is--
there is something
you could do.
Do you know
the police compound at Westside?
Could you
meet me there?
Thank you. Yes.
No, okay, yeah.
I'll text you.
I will,
I'll text you then.
All right.
Thanks, Nigella. Thank you.
Bye. Bye.
You fucker!
-[laughs]
-What is it?
-Was it that solicitor woman?
-San's given himself in.
-Brilliant!
-[laughs] Well, it's not really.
And Mills,
they've got him and that bastard
that attacked San.
Wow, Jacky Mills!
-Bloody hell.
-He's finished.
They say he can't complete
on the garage now.
That means
we can keep the house.
[Paula] Oh, brilliant.
Do you hear that, Dad?
We're back!
[Paula] Danny...
it wasn't you driving,
was it?
You know it wasn't.
San nicked me car, didn't he?
[Paula] No, no,
I don't mean last week.
[Danny sighs] No.
[Paula] You did time
for him, didn't you?
He was only a kid.
They had stuff on him,
he would've gone down
for ten years.
We looked
a bit alike.
Me and Dad thought
that I'd get away with it.
I had
a promising career.
[Paula] What?
Well, I never thought
he'd be able
to take care of himself, but...
he saved us.
He stepped up,
didn't he?
Yeah, I think he did.
Yeah.
-I'm gonna go see Nigella.
-[Paula] Dan?
Come on!
Come on.
Shake a leg.
[Paula] Funny.
[upbeat rock music]
[footsteps approaching]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey
Aren't you
the deus ex machina, then?
-Sorry?
-Saving the day!
Oh, yeah, yes.
I never did like
that Mills fella.
-No.
-Who does?
Um, you've hurt
your leg?
Ankle.
[engine rumbling]
Hey
[Paula] Awesome.
Bye, Nige.
Yeah, bye.
[engine revving loudly]
[indistinct announcement]
Hey
[music stops]
-I think it's done, Stan.
-[Stan] Oh, hi P.
I've done my best
to come with it.
I mean, to be honest,
the timing's still a bit out.
Not sure
about this setup.
Why his roll bars
are like that, I don't know.
It's the way me dad
used to set it up, Stan.
[Stan] Oh, hey, no,
I've not said it's wrong.
No, it's all right, Stan.
You've done a lovely job.
Honestly, me dad
would be really impressed.
-He would?
-He would!
-You sure about these roll bars?
-It's the way I like it.
[announcer]
Our next race this afternoon
is the Championship GT Cup.
All entries, please
make their way to the grid.
This is
your first call.
Please make your way
to the grid in 15 minutes,
please,
for the Championship...
[Danny]
We really need this, Stan.
What pressure
have we got?
[Stan] Two and a half bar.
Let it down a bit, mate.
-Hang on a minute, Danny--
-Just a bit, trust me.
No, no,
we can't afford to blow this.
I'm finished, I'll lose
my sponsorship, I'm finished!
I need this as much
as you do, you know that.
I'm not gonna lose
this car.
If I don't win this,
I'm broke.
I'll have to sell
the bloody garage anyway.
Then we'll be right back
to where we were
before San
gave himself in.
Oh, mate, San,
he's just a mad arse.
-[Stan indistinct]
-Stan, look, just-- Stan.
[talking over each other]
[Paula] Hey!
Hey, hey, guys.
Guys, focus.
We're here, aren't we?
And just think about
where we were yesterday.
Breathe.
And just remember
how far we've come.
[cars passing by]
All right,
I'll do it.
You better know
what you're doing, Danny boy.
Right, then, let's have it.
Time to go, let's go.
[Stan chuckles]
Right then.
[upbeat rock music]
[crowd cheering]
[revving]
[engine rumbling]
Make a change
With nothing new
Seem deranged
But sensible, too
Hit the town
With your stock car
You can drown
In shallow water
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
You can bleed
Without cut skin
Fail to proceed
And laugh within
Enthusiast
It's condescending
Failing fast
I'm still ascending
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
Shallow town
Shallow water
You can drown
In shallow water
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's all crazy random
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
[electronic rock music]
Morning finds me here
Washed up again
upon another blasted shore
Another beach and I have
been here once before
But there is something
that I can't remember
Must remember
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could stand right here
and sing this song
But life
will never let me go
Oh, oh, oh
Another golden barge
I chased it all the way
around the cursed bend
A stolen moment
that just leads me to the end
I've got
that sinking feeling
All over again
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could lie right here
and sing this song
[song fading]
But life
will never let me go...
[bees buzzing]
[engine revving]
[vehicle driving past]
[engine revving]
[engine roaring]
[indistinct
announcement over PA]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[metal door slams closed]
[thunder crackling]
[rain pattering]
[bell ringing]
[Danny] Hello?
San?
Hello?
Mum?
Mum?
[upbeat music]
[croupier]
No more bets now, thank you.
22 black.
-Cash change?
-[San] Yeah.
-[croupier] Yeah?
-[San] There we go.
Just throw it
on seven, then.
-On seven?
-Yeah.
-All on seven?
-Yeah, no, no, no.
Put it in the corner,
seven and eleven.
Seven, eleven,
we'll call it, yeah?
-Sure?
-Yeah.
Okay. Place your bets now.
[dice clattering]
No more bets now,
thank you.
No more.
18 red.
16 black.
Thank you.
Place your bets now.
[film projector whirring]
[film projector clicking]
[Jim] I'll call him for you.
Thanks, I really
appreciate that, mate.
It's just, you know,
I'm getting a new phone.
-It's okay, mate.
-All right.
There you go.
Thanks, bud.
I'll be outside.
Yeah, today.
This afternoon.
I thought-- Yeah, no.
They-- they said they'd
let the family know, San.
Yeah, no.
I thought I might see you.
[Jim] Criminal?
The-- the Grim?
He-- he's San's brother.
Yeah? San?
-[sighs]
-The dealer?
No wonder he's trouble.
Did time for what?
He's not a dealer.
How many times-- Robbery.
All right, he crashed
the car, he did a runner.
Okay,
he used to be a pro driver.
Really,
he was very talented.
Just used
his skill on the dark side.
-[laughs]
-Don't laugh.
Honestly,
he was really good.
I'm surprised
you never heard of him.
Have I 'eck!
Did he go to jail
for quite a bit, then?
Someone got hurt.
One of them had a gun.
Wasn't his fault.
He's a dick,
just like the rest of them.
Maybe so, love.
Maybe so.
I know, where is she?
Well,
I'll go and visit her.
Well, he--
Look,
text me the address, will you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know,
just text it, will you?
Please.
Look, San,
I've gotta go.
Yeah,
I've gotta go, mate.
Just text it
to Jim, will you?
Yeah? Sure.
Thanks, mate.
I appreciate it.
[chattering indistinctly]
[orderly] Hold on, Maggie.
[music playing on TV]
[Danny] Hey, Mum.
-San.
-Danny.
Oh, Danny.
You're so alike, you two.
I don't like it
in here, San-- uh, Danny.
It's not
necessary at all.
Oh, good God.
Would you look at it?
Look, look at that.
When do you think
she'd sort herself out?
How long
have you been in here, Mum?
I don't stay here, do I?
I'm-- I'm not
stopping here tonight, am I?
No, no.
Did you stay here last night?
I don't know.
-Did I?
-I don't know, Mum.
Look at her. Look.
Don't point at her, Mum.
She's not very well.
[sighs]
Where's San?
I don't know, Mum.
I don't know.
Can I, um...
Oy! Get up!
Get up and face me now.
Get the fuck up,
and get out.
[man 1] He owes me 50 quid!
[man 2] That's nothing,
he owes Jacky Mills his house.
You're a fucking loser.
[man shouting indistinctly]
[upbeat rock music]
[indistinct chatter continues]
[metal clinking]
Hold on, mate.
There's no point
in clearing this now.
Hey. How are you doing?
I'm fine.
Was it unlocked?
No, found a key.
Why is it such a mess?
Oh, nobody's been here since,
well, Dad just gave up.
We could have sorted it.
It worked out.
I can't be coming here
and looking after Mum as well.
-Yeah, I know, I know.
-Nobody gives me nothing.
I know.
What's she doing in that place?
You never said anything.
Oh, she doesn't know
where she is.
-It don't make a difference.
-No?
-What happened to your mush?
-Nothing.
You coming out?
No, I wanted to stop here,
I'm gonna tidy--
San! San!
[wrench grinding]
[cars whooshing]
[Stan] No way!
Hey, come here, boy.
[laughs]
Good to see ya.
-Hey, when did you--
-Yesterday.
Ah, man,
it's good to see ya.
Ah, I'm sorry
to hear about your dad.
-Yeah.
-How's your mum?
You know,
stressed, Stan.
-She's stressed.
-It'll take time.
-I'll take time.
-Yeah.
-This looks quick.
-Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Its not as quick as yours was.
[laughs]
Look, Stan,
I don't suppose you've got
anything going
around here, have you?
-Work-wise?
-[Stan sighs]
I wish-- I wish I could, buddy.
I really wish I could.
But we're only just
managing ourselves.
I mean, I couldn't take you on,
it wouldn't be fair.
I know, I just thought
it was worth asking, that's all.
[Danny sighs]
Well, anyway,
look, I'll be seeing you.
You're busy.
I'll-- I'll be getting off.
Maybe I'll get
a car back on the track, eh?
-[Stan laughs]
-Yeah, maybe.
[Stan] You take care, buddy.
Hey, Danny...
How'd they ever catch you?
Nice one, Stan.
[TV show playing in background]
[Danny]
If there's no will, Mum,
that means you own
the garage as well.
Well, I don't want it.
It's for you and Danny.
Yeah, I am Danny.
Oh-- I meant
you and San.
What are you doing,
big brother?
Trying to write me
out the will?
Yeah, frightfully.
Look, there is no will.
Yeah.
I need to talk to you.
Have you seen
the deeds to the garage?
They should be in here.
Little sheaf of papers.
Thick paper.
Maybe in a folder?
No.
Maybe in the garage somewhere.
Yeah.
Dan...
Why is Mum home?
Look, it's all right.
I'm gonna be around
for a bit, aren't I?
-[San] All right, okay.
-Yeah, we'll sort something out.
[San] All right.
I'm sure they're
in here somewhere.
Because the deed
to the house and the garage,
they're both
on the same piece of paper.
-I know they are.
-No.
[Noreen] No?
Don't know
what they look like.
[seagulls squawking]
[Danny] There you go.
[Noreen]
Oh, thank you, San-- I-- Danny.
I went down
to the garage this morning.
Has he cleared it up yet?
Has he...
What happened
to the Aston?
-My car?
-[Danny] No, my car, Mum.
The car.
I thought
you'd sold it.
You told me
you'd sold it.
I did not.
Who sold it?
Where is it?
Well,
perhaps San sold it, then.
It was a long time ago.
I'm not sure now.
But-- but my car's
still out front there, isn't it?
San sold my car?
I don't know, Danny.
Did you not sell it, Dan?
[drawer opening]
[coins clinking]
[Susan] Oh, no, San.
Don't start
that again, please.
You said
you weren't dealing anymore.
That's supposed
to be for Christmas.
I'll put it back.
Look, I need a stake.
The more
I have as a stake,
the more we'll have
for Christmas.
Don't you think I can win it?
I know you can.
But why do you
have to bet on it?
Why can't you
just race to win?
Yeah.
I can't, Sue.
[bag zipping]
We need it.
I'm on at 20 to one.
[engine revs]
[Susan] San?
[motor rumbling]
Call your brother!
[knocking]
[rain pattering on roof]
Looks a bit better in here.
Yeah.
I still
can't find the deed, San.
Yeah.
I've had them.
-What?
-Yeah.
I gave them
to Jacky Mills, as security.
What?
Look,
don't get all funny, Dan.
I had to give 'em in
'cause I owed him some money.
I'll get them
back in a bit.
You know
who he is, don't you?
Yeah, it's all right.
I'll get them back.
It was his fault
your last plan went to shit.
-You shouldn't have done that.
-Oh, don't get all clever.
I'm not getting clever.
Just tell us
what's going on.
Do you know what, Dan?
I've got work to do.
You don't
make yourself, you know.
[thudding]
[engine revs]
[tires squealing]
-Who's that?
-Oh, God. Danny.
Oh, keep going, keep going.
Oh. How are you keeping?
Oh, she is my protg.
-Female?
-Yeah.
Yeah, she's really good.
Teach you a thing or two, Dan.
-It's good line, that.
-Yeah.
Yeah, she knows
what she's doing all right.
How's your San?
Ah, don't ask, Stan.
I don't know
what he's got himself into.
I can't believe
he'd even talk to Mills again.
What do you know about it?
I don't know anything, Danny.
I just know, you know,
he's talking
the talk, isn't he?
And throwing money
at club races, and...
You know,
they love to bet, don't they?
So, he's trying
to earn it back, and--
Did he really borrow money
off that-- that bloke?
Mills?
Casinos and clubs
in Blackpool, I mean, he's--
he's a drug dealer.
He's a drug dealer, Danny.
He's a--
[engine roars]
He's the worldwide sort.
He's a proper bad guy.
[engine roars]
This is Paula.
Well, am I the one?
How did I do?
Uh, 148.
Yes.
Yes. Oh, God.
There's no way I'm not
driving this on Saturday.
-We'll see, we'll see.
-Oh.
-We'll see, all right?
-Oh, come on, you said.
Yeah, but I said
we'll see, all right?
Now, be professional.
This is Danny.
Oh, San's dodgy brother.
-How are you?
-[Danny] You know San?
Not really.
He goes out with a friend
of mine, Susan Barnes.
What?
Uh, they got together
a couple of years ago.
They should have told you.
[upbeat electronic pop music]
I really thought you were
going to win that one, San,
I really did.
Yeah, I-- I could have.
Easy.
It's unbelievable, really.
I think the cylinder head
needs changing.
Still, next time, eh?
It's a real shame.
I was hoping
that would be beneficial.
Yeah, well, me too.
[Jacky] San, I don't think you
fully understand the situation.
I've invested
considerably in this venture,
and you assured me
I would be reimbursed.
Trying to think
of a clever answer?
-What?
-Don't "what" me, boy.
You were trying
to think of a clever answer,
San, and there isn't one.
-No, I was just--
-Shut up.
Shut up and listen.
You're on borrowed time.
My time and my money.
I want
20,000 pounds by Friday.
Or else I keep
the bloody garage.
No, no, no, no, bastard.
I-- I don't owe you
half of that.
-[glass breaking]
-Sorry.
Hey!
[Jacky] Leave him.
Nobody thinks
about the interest.
-No.
-God, that was fun.
I really enjoyed that.
He is so fucked.
Yes, but seriously,
keep an eye on him.
Because if we don't get
the land, the building stops.
I mean it.
It's getting fast,
I'm moving faster now
It's getting out of hand
[panting]
On the tenth floor
down the back stairs
Into no man's land
[sobbing]
Lights are flashing,
cars are crashing
Getting frequent now
Go on, get in.
Look, Stan,
I don't know.
I haven't driven for ages.
Oh, just get in
and drive it.
You haven't touched
a steering wheel for five years.
You know you bloody want to.
Get in and drive the thing.
What? No helmet, no suit?
He'll be all right.
Yeah,
of course he will, he's a man.
-Oh. Here.
-Unbelievable.
[car starting, door shutting]
[motor rumbling]
Easy on the clutch, mate.
That's the last
we'll see of that.
Thought you said
he could drive.
You know, the thing is,
it wasn't Danny
who was the one
who was always
getting into trouble.
It's that
little brother of this.
San?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think
he was jealous at the time
and money
their dad spent on the car.
It was good
for the garage and everything,
but he was
just a bit jealous.
Just wasn't as fast.
Then he started nicking cars.
Little thief.
Yeah, not bad.
[motor rumbling]
[engine roars]
What's he doing?
He's, uh...
he's going again.
Until the spirit,
new sensation takes hold
Then you know
Until the spirit,
new sensation takes hold
Then you know
I've got the spirit
But lose the feeling
I've got the spirit
But lose the feeling
Feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling
Feeling, feeling, feeling
[Paula] What is it?
[motor rumbling]
[song playing on stereo]
[Danny]
Drives well, this, Stan.
Would've given us
a run for our money
back in the day,
this, you know.
Yeah, we're
really pleased with that.
Really pleased with it.
We're a serious
contender now, you know.
GT cup
at the end of November.
-Yeah, big prize.
-[Danny] Yeah?
Big prize, yeah, we certainly
came closer to it today.
-Yeah?
-[Paula] Yeah.
Shame you weren't
going that fast
when the cops
were after you.
[Stan] Paula.
Yeah,
I'm sorry about that.
-I dunno if Stan said, but--
-[Stan] It's okay.
That's okay.
It's no harm done.
Besides, it's just nice to see
you doing your thing, Danny.
I don't know
what happened, but...
I'm sorry
you're not still driving, mate.
Ah, thanks, Dan.
Appreciate that.
Still don't know
how the cops caught you.
[electronic song
playing on stereo]
-Easy, dude.
-Okay, okay, yeah.
-Are you all right to drive?
-Yeah, yeah.
I think it's something
to do with the diff.
Can you not
feel it on that side?
No, mate.
-How've you been?
-All right.
-You never came to see me.
-No.
Well, you know
me and the cops.
Thought they'd
cave me in if they saw me.
Mum's not great, is she?
-San.
-What?
I said
Mum's not been great.
She said someone came around
to the house, wanted money.
What?
Oh, for God's sake, San.
Okay, okay.
You never told me
someone got hurt, San.
Everybody knew.
-You knew.
-No.
Pull over, mate.
-What?
-Pull over, mate.
Pull over.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
-Pull over, San.
-No fucking way.
They'll do us
for drink-driving.
Pull-- San, pull over.
Mate, I'm unlicensed.
Pull over.
-They'll put us back inside.
-No, get off the--
-Get off the wheel.
-Get it over.
[siren wailing]
Don't, San, please.
-Look, I'm unlicensed, mate.
-That's all right.
[knocking]
[officer] All right,
lads, out the car.
[exhales]
-[sighs]
-All right, lads.
Can you tell me
why I've stopped you?
-No.
-Yes, we can.
Yeah, um,
we were speeding, officer.
I'm really sorry.
It's just I've not seen
me brother for a long time,
-and we came out--
-Hang on, hang on.
I know you, don't I?
All right,
can I see your license?
Oh, here we go.
All right, yeah,
get him your license.
Sorry about this,
officer, it's just, uh--
[officer] No, it's--
it's all right.
Just do a--
going a bit too fast.
-[Danny] Yeah.
-[police radio chatter]
[San] I bust the sump.
And they're gonna do me.
[Danny]
Don't you think I know that?
I said I'm sorry.
They would've
put me away.
Can't drive it now,
let alone race it.
Yeah, well, we could have
put it on the ramp
if somebody
hadn't lost the keys.
I didn't lose the keys.
-Lost the garage.
-Yeah, not just the garage.
[San] Anyways,
it's barred and bolted now.
Some guy
came round the other day
talking about
boarding it up.
What race, anyway?
To get me money back!
Don't you listen
to a word I'm saying?
You never listen.
It was always the same.
You and Dad, in the garage.
-Oh, come on.
-Not knowing what I was doing.
All right, all right.
I'm listening.
Tell me about it, what race?
Oh, it don't matter.
I've got no car.
I've got no money.
I'm finished.
It's all gone to rat shit.
Oh, 'cause it's all
going so well for me, San.
I was gonna
run that garage.
But it's nothing
to do with you, is it?
Nothing to do with you.
Sort it out tomorrow,
eh, San?
Sort it all out tomorrow,
but you never fucking do.
Honestly, mate.
Talk to me.
Apologize to me, San.
-What?
-Thank me.
For Christ's sake, something.
I get
nothing from you, mate.
You know, the house
is on those deeds, don't you?
Your mother's house, mate.
But I suppose you just wanna get
back to Susan tonight, do you?
[distorted fair music]
Okay! Got ya!
Got ya, Danny boy!
-[laughs]
-I got you!
[Paula] Watch out, San,
I'm coming for you.
You'll never catch me.
They'll never
take me alive!
-[thudding]
-Hey! Hey!
-Hey.
-It wasn't me.
It was him!
Honest, Your Honour!
[Danny] I'm coming
for you, brother!
[speaking indistinctly]
San,
you're worse than your brother.
I can't believe
you brought him.
Of course not. He came
with Susan, she's your mate.
Anyway,
he needed to get away.
How do you mean?
I just need to spend
some time with him, that's all.
He's a good lad, you know.
He's all right.
He just
had it hard as a kid.
Yeah, well,
I mean, so did you.
So did I.
But you don't go punching
people in the face, do you?
Yeah, it wasn't really
like that.
How long did you
go out with Susan for?
Well,
we didn't really go out much.
We just
sort of stayed in.
Serious relationship, then?
Yeah.
[street din]
[joyful fair music
playing faintly]
[Paula]
You need a better coat.
I can't understand
how people come out
-without appropriate clothing.
-It's all right.
It's not that damp.
It is all right.
Yeah?
It's another world
down here, isn't it?
Hmm.
You seen that?
[Paula] Wow.
When it's high tide,
we'd be under about
30 feet of water by now.
I wouldn't mind.
[Paula] Another world.
Right here.
Peaceful.
And drowned.
[chuckles]
You're an idiot.
You're an idiot.
Beat my time yesterday,
you know.
Yeah, it's a fast car.
We really need
that win, Dan.
Stan's all in.
Gets the sponsorship,
guaranteed.
-You do know that, don't you?
-Yeah.
It's a lot of money.
Really good of him to bring
us all out tonight, wasn't it?
[Paula]
Yeah, he likes you.
Really likes you.
Yeah.
We all like you, too.
Yeah.
[music continues faintly]
[objects thudding]
[wheels clattering]
[exhales deeply]
[Danny] You know we're not
supposed to be in here,
-don't you?
-[San] Yeah, I know,
and that's why
we're being quiet.
[Danny] What are we doing, San?
Stop your horses.
We're nearly there.
You're kidding me.
San, you're kidding me.
Couldn't get
rid of that, could I?
Mum said you sold it!
[San] Well, it's complicated.
-You've not even--
-I didn't touch it.
I wasn't allowed
to touch it, was I?
Oh, don't be like that.
I might have said
it was stolen.
Might have
claimed on the insurance.
I might've told Mum
that it was stolen,
but I never touched it.
[alarm blaring]
San.
San, it's just the alarm.
Yeah, I know,
but it'll stay on.
-What's going on?
-Nothing, Mum.
What are you two doing
out here at this time?
-We're not doing anything.
-For fuck's sake.
San.
Let's get back inside.
Mum, let's get back inside.
I was just wondering
what you were doing down here.
What were you gonna do, Mum?
Start a fight?
-It's the middle of the night.
-We could've been anybody.
Yeah, just--
just leave it, San.
-[San] She set the alarm off.
-Turn it off!
[San]
All right, I'm trying!
[San] Where is
that bloody torch?
Go on, let's get you inside,
get inside.
-[San] Where is it?
-Use mine, use that, you idiot.
[San]
All right, all right.
-[Danny] Turn it off.
-I'm trying!
[alarm blaring]
-[seagull crying]
-[diner music]
-[waitress] Full English.
-Cheers, yeah. Thanks.
And he never
tells me anything, Dan.
He's hard work.
He doesn't talk to me.
I've got
no idea what's going on.
Can't you talk to him?
That's between
you two, Susan.
Honestly, I don't know
what you want me to say.
I know
I didn't come to see you...
But-- but it
all started with San, and--
Yeah, about that.
Oh, come on, Danny.
What was I supposed to do?
I wasn't
the one running around
ripping people off
and getting people shot.
You can't
come over all innocent.
[Danny] Don't you think
I know that?
-Look--
-[door bell chiming]
I thought you might
come to see me at least once.
I mean, I didn't know
if you were all right.
You could've
told me what was going on.
I didn't know
whether you were pining for me.
Pining?
-Are you kidding?
-Well, not pining.
People die in jail,
you know.
You didn't die.
[Danny] No,
and you weren't pining.
[Susan] I'm sorry.
[Danny] Ah, it's all right.
It's all right.
You're right.
[sighs]
And he never has
any money, Dan.
Honestly, Susan.
[Don] Clock's ticking, kiddy.
[Danny] What?
I said
the clocks are ticking.
You better have
what you owe San, boy.
Nice to see you again,
sweetheart.
[clicks tongue]
See you Saturday.
[cutlery clinking]
Careful.
[door creaking open]
[door shuts]
What the hell was that?
He's a dildo who works
at the Royal for Jacky Mills.
Is he after San?
I don't know.
I think we better go.
Hang on.
Susan, tell me what's going on.
Oh, leave it, Dan.
Honestly, leave it.
-He's in a mess.
-Does he owe him money?
He owes him a fortune.
He thinks
he can win it back.
There's a race on the first.
-But he was--
-Ah, but his car.
Well, now
he doesn't have one, does he?
No, he doesn't.
Even then,
he never won anything.
I don't know
why he keeps doing this.
Welcome to my world, Susan.
[San] Tim.
Tim.
Tim, I need to talk to you.
I can't now,
I have customers in there
and I really need
to sell something.
Unless you're
in the market.
What, for a Merc?
No, no.
I need a place
on the grid for Saturday.
lWe're ram-jam full, mate.
I'm-- I'll try my best,
but you blew your gearbox.
I sorted it.
Please,
I need to be in it.
-Please, Tim.
-I can ask Borty, but--
That's all I wanted.
Thanks, Tim.
-Thank you.
-Mate, I've gotta go.
-Cheers, Tim.
-Okay, cheers.
[San] Cheers.
Cheers, Tim.
[rock music playing faintly]
[phone ringing]
SW Marks Sports?
Danny boy!
Well...
What do you need?
Well, depends what it is.
Yeah.
Well, I'm sure
we could do that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
When do you want it for?
-[motor rumbling]
-Is that a V8?
Is that you?
Hang on,
I'll come out.
[bluesy funk music]
[motor rumbling]
Hang on.
You told me
this had been sold.
I-- What's going on?
I-- Why do you want it refit?
I don't want
any trouble, mate.
Look, I won't lie to you.
It's not good, Stan.
But there was nobody else.
-I'll be gone by morning.
-No, don't like it, Danny.
Please, Stan.
You'll be gone
by the time we open.
I will.
[Paula] Will what?
He will nothing.
-Nothing.
-Wow.
God, what's this?
It's a car, ignore it.
Let's go.
What are you two up to?
[Stan] Nothing.
Come on.
Well, I'm going.
You can come with me
if you want.
Well, Stan, Stan,
what about my telemetry?
We'll do that in the morning,
don't worry about it.
[Paula] Oh, well, Stan,
what's going on?
[Stan]
There's nothing going on.
-[Paula] What's going on?
-Thanks, mate.
[Stan] Just keep it like that,
you'll be fine.
[suspenseful instrumental]
[tool whirring]
[door shuts in distance]
[whirring]
[whirring]
[object clattering]
[rustling]
[faint clattering]
[clattering continues]
[Danny screaming] God! Oy...
-Oh, God.
-Paula!
I ju-- I just brought these.
I thought they might be useful.
Yeah. Well, they would.
They would be useful--
We don't-- we don't want you,
uh, getting caught again, do we?
No. [laughs]
I could've...
[Paula] Yeah,
I know, I'm sorry.
[Danny laughs]
[seagulls squawking]
[funky electronic music]
[engine roars]
Morning finds me here
Washed up again
Upon another
blasted shore
Another beach and I
Have been here
once before
But there is something
That I can't remember
Must remember
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could
stand right here
And sing this song
But life will
never let me go
Oh, oh
How long will
this all last?
I turn around
And they have
tied me to the mast
I see it all from here
The sun might
shine at last
But the storm
can't bring me home
Home
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could
stand right here
And sing this song
But life will
never let me go
Oh, oh, oh
All night long
All night long
Morning finds me here
[seagulls squawking]
[Paula] You can drown
in shallow water, you know.
-What? No.
-Yeah, you can.
You can drown
in shallow water.
[Danny] Well, I can't.
Well, if you think about it,
it doesn't take a lot
to cover your nose or mouth.
Why wouldn't you
just stand up?
-Well--
-Well, sort of stand up.
Think I'm drowning here
and stand up.
-Well, what if you were injured?
-[laughs]
Well, that's definitely
worth considering.
I'll give that
some thought.
Here, come this way a bit,
that one looks really shallow.
[pub din]
[Danny] I'll do it.
[San] You can't, Danny.
It's my problem,
I'll fix it.
Look, San, look.
I know you wanna do it.
But let me.
Look, it's my thing,
you know it.
You kept the car, San.
Let me drive it.
[San] What do I do?
-[Danny] What?
-What am I for?
I'm the spare.
-You're the heir, I'm the spare.
-Oh, rubbish.
What's it all about?
All this.
All this just ends.
I know, bud.
But it's not
ended yet, has it?
We're here now, aren't we?
Punching each other
in the eye, aren't we?
The Jones boys.
I just need
to be somebody, Dan.
You are somebody, San.
You've got friends
and family that love you.
Not everybody's got that.
You're still young.
You're strong.
You're clever.
And we'll
get through this, San.
We will get through it.
Hey. We're men, aren't we?
Yeah.
Hey, do you remember
when you used to race cops
down the bypass?
They weren't
catching you, mate, were they?
[San] Yeah,
it was Crabtree.
Yeah, the old sod
couldn't get the car in gear.
[Danny] He nearly
caught you loads of times.
Never did.
[Danny] Do you remember
when you dumped the car
and pegged it
across the field?
Oh, God,
I was hiding in a ditch.
And then
Mum let Patch out.
-Just ran straight to me.
-Of course, it did.
I thought, if he's gonna
shine a torch up here,
I'm absolute toast.
[Danny chuckling]
[Danny laughing]
That was-- Oh, God.
You know, when they
banged me up at night...
[sighs]
When Dad was ill...
I thought I might as well
be dead in here, San.
I thought...
I wish he could have
a pint with us, San.
[glasses clinking]
[sighs]
What's with
the plastic urn, San?
Oh, that's what
they gave us.
They said
it was biodegradable.
I thought Mum would--
Well, I thought
she'd bury it or something.
She won't
let me touch it.
We gotta sort something.
-We'll sort it out, mate.
-Yeah?
We'll sort it out.
[glasses clinking]
[drill buzzing]
[soft rock song playing faintly]
Don't take me
for an idiot, San.
Look,
you can't lose, can you?
-You've got a bloody nerve.
-You can't lose.
If I win,
I pay you 20 grand.
If I lose,
you keep the garage.
Come on.
-I don't think so.
-Oh, come on.
-No.
-I can win.
I think
that's highly unlikely.
Oh, come on.
Everything I own
are on those deeds,
and you know it.
So, you'll be driving it?
I'll be driving.
You'll be driving
that car on Saturday night?
I will.
And if for some unforeseeable
reason the car loses,
I take
immediate possession
of the garage
and the house.
Yeah.
I don't understand you,
San, I really don't.
You can't accept
the fact you've already lost.
You think I can win.
-Nah.
-You do.
You're scared I'll win.
I sincerely doubt it.
You're a loser, boy.
You're going to lose.
[ball clattering]
[Danny] Why are you
watching this, Mum?
[Noreen] I like the company,
San-- Danny.
It's nice for me
since we lost your dad.
But it's rubbish.
Well, we can
switch it over if you'd like.
What would you want to watch?
They're looking that place down
behind the garage, aren't they?
There's a big fence around it,
wha-- what are they doing?
Are they?
You know they are,
you told me about it.
Oh, is it
for that big place?
That big pub
or something, a-- a hotel?
I-- I don't know, Mum.
Who told you about it?
[Noreen] Oh, I forget now.
Could have been
Jean at the shop.
She told me
they wanted to buy her place,
as well as the garage.
You never said anything.
-What--
-Well--
We don't want
to sell it, do we?
I mean-- I mean, you're
going to run it, aren't you?
[song plays on television]
What people say for me,
I hardly hear
[seagulls squawking]
[Danny] Be serious, San.
What is the point of racing
if we haven't got a stake?
I thought
you had it sorted.
-Money, San.
-Yeah, I know.
That's the problem,
I don't got any.
But I'll get some.
I just need
to sort something out.
-I'll come up with something.
-Oh, please.
Come up with something.
Things always
really work out well
when San
comes up with something.
All right, you get
some money, Mr. A-levels.
Mr. Pole-sitter.
I thought
you had some put away.
You always have money.
Yeah, I've been
a little bit preoccupied
these last few years,
haven't I, San?
Or maybe
we could borrow some.
No, forget about it.
We haven't got any credit.
Besides,
I'm not exactly bankable, am I?
[Paula] Well,
perhaps I can get a loan.
No, forget about it.
We could pawn stuff.
Have you got
anything we could pawn?
She's not
pawning anything.
You need
to focus on your driving,
you know you do.
You're gonna
keep outta this.
You never stop, do you?
Honestly,
you lose two grand gambling,
and then you double or nothing
with Jacky Wanker.
And if that's
not mad enough,
you give him
the deeds to the house.
I mean, San, you--
The deeds to the house.
He's actually
holding the deeds.
[Paula] Hey,
I think I've got it.
Do you guys know
what a title loan is?
[thunder crackling]
This, my friends,
is 10,000 quid.
We have a title loan.
-Yay! Excellent!
-Yes!
Is it enough?
Yeah, I'm on it five to one.
That's 50,000 bills.
-If I win, I'm gonna--
-[Danny] Hang on.
When I win,
we pay off the garage,
and we go to work.
Yeah, okay, okay.
He says we've got to
pay off in a month
if we want
to keep the car.
-We want to keep the car.
-We wanna keep the car.
[Danny] We wanna keep the car.
[laughs]
What could
possibly go wrong?
Cut to the scene
where it all goes tits up.
[rainfall]
[dark electronic music]
[car starting]
[motor rumbling]
Have I lost my mind, my mind
Have I lost my mind
On some highs like this
Gonna I leave it behind
On some highs like this
Have I lost my mind
On some highs like this
Can I leave it behind
On some highs like this
[engine roars]
This is 5-1.
Hi, Sally.
[Sally] Go ahead, 5-1.
Can you do us a check
on Yankee, Sierra, six, five,
Yankee, Lima,
Uniform, please?
[Sally] All right, Dave.
Yeah, that's coming back.
Yellow, Robin, Reliant.
Registered to
Mary Potts,
DOB 16/01/39.
Of 23 Hastings Ave, Morecombe.
[thunder rumbling]
All right, Dave?
-5-1?
-[siren wailing]
[announcer] We have
all your teams here,
from all over the UK.
Manchester, of course,
that's Falkirk,
and as far away
as St Ives, I think.
[indistinct] this morning,
after a very long drive.
I'm sure they will still have
some miles in the tank...
[San] How're you doing?
[announcer] A few announcements
before the first race,
so bear with me.
We will do our housekeeping.
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, whereabouts?
[San] Okay.
All right,
see you in a bit.
See you on the track.
[engine roars]
Come on.
Come on.
Line's busy. Little sod.
I told him I'm driving!
Honest to God,
what is the point of all this?
They never
would've known it was me.
They can't tell
the difference between chalk
and fucking cheese.
Stay calm, Danny.
Stay calm.
We'll get there,
and we'll talk to him.
Just stay--
-[engine roars]
-Calm.
[Danny] Can I drive?
[Don]
Back up a bit, kid.
-I said back up.
-All right.
You ain't gonna want
your mates to see this.
Oh, God.
[San grunting in pain]
[announcer] This is a call
for the paramedic team.
-Paramedic team...
-Have you seen our San?
[announcer] ... make your way
to the car park
entrance on the south side.
That's paramedics
to the car park...
Dan, what's that?
[Danny] San!
What happened?
San, mate,
are you all right?
He took a bit
of a beating, mate.
-[Danny] San!
-Are you a friend of his?
He's me brother.
You all right, mate?
I've called the ambulance,
it's on its way.
Are you all right, matey?
What happened to him?
[ambulance siren vailing]
[announcer] The cars are now
taking their places on the grid
for this final race today...
[motor rumbling]
[revving]
[announcer] ... races today,
who will be competing
against cars
in their own class...
[revving]
Oh, nice one.
So, he's definitely
out of the race?
Mission accomplished.
Good lad.
Good lad.
Look, uh,
whilst you're there,
can you put
another two grand
on the young chap
in the Toyota?
Yes.
Yes, just do it, Don.
Don, just do it.
Yeah.
[loud revving]
[announcer] ... who will be
competing against cars
in their own class,
and should make this next race
something very special, indeed.
And our final race
this afternoon
is the Championship
Cup Open GP event
for cars
over two liters.
This is a qualifying event for
the National Championship Cup.
So, we expect to see some
rather fast times here today.
[engine rumbling loudly]
[announcer] We have
just enough time to announce
the winners
of this afternoon's CityCar Cup,
our new formula
this year,
which is bringing motor sport
to a much wider...
Yeah, it's me.
[suspenseful music]
[engines revving loudly]
[siren wailing]
[upbeat rock music]
Hey
Hey
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
Speak like a freak
Who is weak at his peak
And you reek of the geek
That you seek up a creek
I'm falling down,
I've been around
Seen 'em all before
Hey
It's not for me
You'll change your view
[indistinct]
For more
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
I want life in supply
When you try to get by
Feeling high on the ride
Don't know why
I'm surprised
I'm stuck at home,
life all alone
It doesn't change for me,
hey
You play your tricks
You play your tricks
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling sick
I'm not dumb, you'll see
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
You fight like a clown
hanging upside down
You rule like a fool
kicking like a mule
[tires squealing]
[crashing]
[siren wailing]
[sighs]
[exhales]
[announcer]
... our new formula this year
which is bringing motorsport
to a much larger audience.
I'm happy to announce
that the winner of that race
was a veteran
of the circuit,
and a very dear
friend of mine, Tim Evans.
So, Tim,
if you'd like to...
[DC O'Hare]
You were arrested
in possession
of a stolen car.
The same car that's been
witnessed speeding on the A570.
The car doesn't have
the correct plates.
[Danny] No.
The plates aren't registered
to you, are they?
For the tape, Officer Hepworth
has just entered the room.
[DC Hepworth] Something you
might be interested in, Helen.
Thanks, Pat.
Okay.
Okay, Danny, so it seems
he's supposed
to be reporting in.
You're on probation,
I take it?
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Interview suspended
at 1:15 a.m.
I'm going to get us all
some coffee.
[crank grinding]
Want a coffee, Stan?
Can I get us
both one?
I'll get us
both one.
Keep your weight off
that foot.
[Paula] I'm all right.
[thunder rumbling]
[TV show playing
in background]
[paper rustling]
You all right, Mum?
-[Noreen] Oh, Danny.
-You all right?
[Noreen] Lovely.
Yes, I'm all right.
Well, actually, I'm not,
but-- but never mind.
Uh, what are you doing here?
[Danny] What do you mean,
are you okay?
[Noreen] Yes,
I'm-- I'm all right.
I just-- just had
a little fall again, that's all.
-Oh, Mum.
-No, it's-- I'm all right.
I'm fine.
Now, let's not spoil the day.
What-- what
are you up to?
Have you been
out today?
I'm not sure,
San-- um, um, Danny.
Mum,
have you been out this weekend?
-[Noreen] Not sure.
-[Danny] At all?
I wanted
to tell you something.
Now, what was it?
[Noreen sighs]
-I'm going barmy.
-[Danny] It's all right.
I'll get us
a cup of tea.
Shall I put
the kettle on?
-Yeah.
-All right.
I'll put
the kettle on.
[Danny] Heya.
[carer] Um, Noreen,
are you gonna go with Emily?
-[Noreen] All right.
-[carer] Yeah?
-[Danny] All right.
Come on. There you go.
[Danny chattering indistinctly]
All right. [sighs]
-She'll be fine.
-Yeah.
-Okay?
-I'll be in touch.
Yeah, take care.
Speak to you soon.
[thunder rumbling]
[machine buzzing]
Hey, Dan,
you're getting soaked.
Look, you don't have
to watch this.
Why don't we go
and get a coffee?
Hey?
Or what about a drink?
Yeah?
Should we get a drink?
[thunder rumbling]
[Jacky] Excuse me, Daniel.
Daniel.
Do you understand that's
there for your own safety?
-Yeah.
-Leave it.
I said leave it.
Can you
not hear me, mister?
Tell this idiot
to get off.
I wouldn't advise that
if I was you, Mr...
-Don.
-Mr. Don.
And Mr. Mills?
I think
we've met before.
I think
it would be wise for you
to stand your men
here down, don't you?
There really is no need
for this kind of thing.
And it's a difficult day
for Danny, as you know.
I don't actually believe
we've had the pleasure.
And really, I'm not concerned
as to who you are.
Now, if you don't mind,
we've got work to do.
Sorry, allow me
to introduce myself.
I'm Nigella Geoffries.
We met at the Crown Court,
I'm quite sure.
I'm representing
Daniel Jones here.
This is his property,
and remains his property
until land registry completion.
Which, I'm sure
you've forgotten,
isn't 'til next week.
Well, I believe
it has already taken place.
[Nigella laughs]
No, no. Not quite, Mr. Mills.
It's the 27th?
Completion date
is set for next week?
I think you should just speak
to my solicitor.
Of course, I have.
I have an email
from him,
stating next week.
You're trespassing, mate.
Jesus Christ.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[inaudible conversation]
I'm sorry, Jacky.
We can't start anything today.
Nobody's insured.
If this is true,
I'm really not happy
with this.
Sorry about this, lads.
You haven't gone yet.
[thunder rumbling]
[Jacky] Don!
[engine rumbling]
-[Jacky] You are-- Fuck you.
-Yeah, really?
[clattering]
Get out
of the fucking way.
[metal clanging]
Bloody fuck.
Just do one, mate.
-How's your ankle?
-It's fine. Fine.
-This is Nigella.
-Oh, hi. I'm Paula.
-Pleased to meet you.
-That was interesting.
Actually,
that was technically assault.
I mean,
I think we believed
you were under a genuine threat
of physical harm, so...
Very interesting, Paula.
I'm sorry, Dan.
[Danny] Oh, there's nothing
to be sorry for, San.
No, no, I mean it.
Listen, I'm sorry.
Look. Rest, San.
It just doesn't
matter now, does it?
I should
never have asked.
You didn't ask.
It was Dad.
He didn't want you
going to prison.
He wanted you
with him.
He always wanted you
with him, San.
San, you'd have gone down
for ten years.
I miss him, Dan.
[folk song playing faintly]
[zipping]
[Stan] You gonna stand there
all day, Danny?
I know
work fascinates you.
Sorry, Stan.
Can you pass me
a pair of clippers around there?
-Here you go, mate.
-Cheers.
So, if she
does that again,
it'll just give way,
and it won't break the skirt.
You have all the best tricks,
don't you?
[Stan laughs]
She's good, Dan.
She is.
She's really good.
-But you--
Oh, leave it, Stan.
I'm finished.
[Stan] Enter it, Dan,
you could win it.
Leave it.
Besides,
it'll break her heart.
She's your driver.
Yeah.
Yeah, she is. Yeah.
What are you
gonna do, Dan?
She says
you got a lawyer?
Yeah, if you learn
one thing inside, Stan,
and that is you need
a good lawyer.
She says if I pay off
the lean on the garage,
I can stop it all.
What about Mills?
I thought he had all the deeds?
Yeah,
it doesn't matter.
Apparently,
it's all electronic now.
I pay it off, I can save the
house, the garage, it's easy.
Well, that's great, then.
Dan?
Yeah, I can't do it.
I haven't got
any money.
I haven't got
any job with no car.
San's just
crawled out o' hospital
and me mum,
you know--
[Stan] Ah, yeah.
[Danny] I've got to surrender
back into custody, Stan.
The other night,
the car.
You can't do anything
when you're on parole.
You can't break
any laws or anything.
San's bitter madness
the other night was enough.
That wasn't you.
That was him.
He took the car,
not you.
Yeah,
but they won't believe me, Stan.
They won't believe me.
They've got a warrant.
-I've got to do it.
-Oh, no.
Danny, it wasn't you
driving the other night.
And it wasn't you
driving...
Dan!
Danny!
[tool clattering]
[dark electro-rock music]
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
I've broken my fall,
put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now I'm clean
I don't understand
what destiny's planned
I'm starting to grasp
what is in my own hands
I don't claim to know
where my holiness goes
I just know that I like
what is starting to show
Sometimes
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
Now that I'm clean
You know what I mean
[croupier chattering
indistinctly]
I've broken my fall,
put an end to it all
I've changed my routine
Now that I'm clean
As years go by,
all the feelings inside
Twist and they turn
as they ride with the tide
[croupier] 36 red.
[speaking indistinctly]
I don't advise
and I don't criticize
I just know what I like
with my own eyes
There we go, thank you.
Do you want change?
[croupier speaking
indistinctly]
[croupier chatter continues]
[chatter continues]
Clean
The cleanest I've been
An end to the tears
and the in-between years
And the troubles I've seen
-Hey, hey, hey!
-Ah, get off.
Having a nice time,
are you, San?
Hey, that's
me bad arm, Paula.
Oh, so what?
So what? No.
-Get off!
-I wanna have a word.
-[bar manager] You guys okay?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We're fine. Sorry, we're okay.
You're not leaving,
I wanna have a word.
-No, I wanna have a word.
-[San] Get off!
[Paula] San.
[Paula] Thanks, that's great.
Thank you.
You not run off, then?
It's not healed,
this, you know.
-Your brother is in prison.
-Yeah, I know.
Yeah, you know, and do you not
think you're responsible?
Don't you think he was trying
to sort out your mess?
My mess?
Why is it my mess?
Oh, yeah, 'cause things are
going great for San,
aren't they?
Yeah, sorry, I forgot.
Yeah, going great guns,
aren't they?
-Look at yourself.
-Oh, get lost.
San, where are you
going to live?
And what
about your mum?
I can't believe
you let him turn himself in.
Well, they were gonna
pick him up anyway.
Yeah, but it wasn't
him driving.
-It was you.
-So?
God, unbelievable.
Unbelievable.
Listen, San.
Your brother loves you,
and all you do
is just mess him around.
Oh, yeah,
it's my mess.
It's always San's mess.
Yeah, actually,
yes, it is.
[bartender] Guys,
can you keep it down, please?
Sorry.
Listen, San.
You know,
it's not your brother's fault
that things
don't go right for you.
You just cannot keep
blaming everybody else.
San!
He's in prison.
[bartender] Sorry, guys,
can't keep up with the shouting
in here, otherwise,
you're gonna have to leave.
[Paula] All right.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
We'll just have our drinks,
and then we'll go.
-Okay.
-Sorry. Sorry.
Let's go.
San, you can't
leave him in there.
I know.
I know.
He's paid his dues.
He shouldn't have been
in there in the first place.
-Let's go.
-San.
[seagulls squawking]
[San]
I fucking hate it down here.
I like it.
It's cold.
What are you
gonna do, San?
I don't know.
Get some money.
Get a drink.
-All right.
-Cheers, fella.
Nice one.
-Have a good evening.
-Yeah, take it easy, man.
Drive safe, yeah?
[door shuts]
[Jacky]
How's your mum?
All right.
[Jacky] Have you told
her what you're doing?
-No.
-[Jacky] Good.
-I thought she'd--
-[Jacky] Listen.
I'm sure you're realizing
I'm not really that interested.
So, can you just carry on
with what you're doing,
and a little bit
faster, please.
Okay. Fuck off.
[electronic music
playing faintly]
Someone
to see you, boss.
-[Jacky] Who is it?
-Guess.
Who is it,
you dickhead?
Go on, mister.
Sit.
What can I
do you for, San?
All right.
What do you want?
-Turn that bugger off.
-Fuck off.
Tell him to leave,
and I'll tell you.
Tell me now.
[San] Nah.
Tell me now,
or else Don here might have
to break your other arm.
[screaming]
Get off, you fucker.
I've got
something for you.
Tell him to get off.
Get off, you bastard.
[screaming]
Go on.
Go outside for a bit.
Pouf.
Fuck off.
Is it broken?
Anyway,
what do you want?
I need
to make some cash.
We all do,
I believe.
I used to make
loads for Simmo.
Before he, well,
you know, went away.
Yes, very interesting that,
wasn't it?
Yeah. Very interesting.
Anyway,
let's get back to you.
-What do you want?
-[San] I've got a stake.
-A down payment.
-Nah.
Ten grand.
Just in case
it crosses your mind,
the garage
is already mine.
And will remain mine.
I just want a start.
You fucked me up
pretty bad.
-Where are you gonna work?
-Well, round our end.
I know
loads of kids up there
that used to buy off Simmo
back in the day.
Even if you made me money,
you'd lose all yours on black.
Yeah, maybe,
but I'll tell you what,
I'm gonna make you more money
than that kid I passed outside.
Look.
Ten grand.
[paper rustling]
How the mighty fallen.
Don.
[Jacky] Don.
Don!
Yeah?
Take him down The Royal
and give him six bags.
-All right.
-No, no. Let me have a cake.
You can't have a full brick
for $10,000--
-I can sell it.
-You might not.
It can be very unlucky
for people owing me money,
you know, San.
They say they'll pay me back,
and they try.
They really try, San.
And I wait,
and I wait.
And they try and...
and they seem to have
terrible accidents.
You know, I wouldn't like
to owe me money.
Very unlucky.
Oh, for God's sake,
give it to him.
[Don] Move.
Don't shove it up
your nose, you dickheads.
[eerie instrumental]
[electronic music
playing inside]
-[door bell clinking]
-[electronic music stops]
[caf din]
Now, you know
what this means, San?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[door bell clinking]
[door opening]
-[DC O'Hare] Hi, Nigella?
-Yes.
-Are you DC O'Hare?
-Yeah, that's right.
-I believe you're got--
-Yeah. One second.
[tape beeping]
Is that it?
You can go, Danny.
[Danny sighs] Thanks.
Thanks, Nigella.
-Thanks very much.
-Thank you.
-[Paula] He's a loser.
-[Danny] Oh, don't say that.
[Paula]
Well, he is.
Would you've stood by
and let him get arrested
for something you did?
Look,
it's not as simple as that.
Well, you know,
sometimes it is.
What good does it do, Dan,
just to keep ignoring it?
You know, you've really got
to stick up for yourself.
Yeah, look, it doesn't matter
what he does now, anyway.
Besides, I don't
wanna talk about him.
How's your car?
[Paula] Yeah,
it's pretty good, actually.
Yeah, and Stan's
rebuilt the engine.
Think he's even put
a new camshaft in it.
-Has he fixed the side panels?
-Oh, very funny.
Um, yeah,
he has, he has.
Uh, yeah, he has.
Oh, it's a shame
because I would've won that.
[laughs]
You'll win the next one,
though, won't you?
[Paula] Well, you know,
unless you want to drive it.
[Danny]
No, forget it.
You know,
he'd have you in a heartbeat.
-You know, he would.
-I'm not driving it, forget it.
It's really big
prize money, Dan.
-Yeah.
-And, you know, his sponsorship
-kicks in right away.
-[Danny] Yeah.
[Paula] And, you know,
he's even talking to the bank!
We might have two cars.
[Danny] Yeah.
Hey, be careful.
We nearly drowned then.
-[Danny laughs]
-Oh, get lost.
I'm just saying,
be careful!
I said, we could drown
in shallow water.
I know!
I'm saying.
-Oh, shut up.
-[laughs]
Come on.
[tense music]
[TV show
playing in background]
-I won't disturb her, though?
-She's absolutely fine.
She settled in really well.
Hasn't she, Emily?
Oh, yeah, she's really
loving the TV as well.
-Is she?
-Yeah.
She's a pleasure
to have, absolutely.
-All right.
-Okay?
-Thanks a lot.
-No problem. Don't worry.
-I'll be in touch.
-Yeah. All right.
-Thanks a lot.
-Take care.
-All right.
-Bye-bye.
[TV chatter continues]
[engine revving]
-[Danny] How's she doing?
-[San] Danny boy!
That looked really fast.
Yeah, she's
a record-breaker, she is.
You off somewhere?
Yeah, there's nothing going
on round here, Stan.
I wanna take
a bit of a break.
You know how it is.
Yeah, I wish it were easier,
Dan, I really do.
Oh, it'll sort
itself out, Stan.
-It's got to, mate.
-It will.
[tires squealing]
[crashing]
-She's off.
-She was really moving, Stan.
[Stan] Paula?
I'll get the truck.
Paula! Paula!
[suspenseful music]
Paula!
Are you all right?
[Stan]
Paula! Paula!
[Paula]
I'm so sorry.
[Danny] Hang on.
It's all right.
-Sorry, Stan.
-God, are you all right?
Fuck's sake,
let's get you out.
[sighs]
Thank God for that.
Let's get you out.
-[grunting in pain]
-[Danny] Ooh.
Oh, God,
something's not right.
[Danny]
Get an ambulance, Stan.
[Paula panting]
[groaning in pain]
That really hurts.
-All right, all right.
-[Stan] The ambulance service.
[Danny]
You're okay, you're okay.
[Stan] Yeah.
[indistinct].
[Danny] Come on, love.
You're okay.
[footsteps
crunching on gravel]
"Dear Alex, we..."
No, no, no.
[keyboard clattering]
[sighs] "Hi, Alex.
I hope
that the recent...
setback won't..."
Of course it will.
[sighs]
[keyboard clattering]
"I am...
writing..."
[sighs]
Why am I writing?
Why am I writing?
-Ah...
-[Danny] Stan?
Come in, Dan.
[Danny]
I didn't mean to disturb you.
No, it's all right,
I was just...
She's beside herself,
you know?
[Stan] I know.
I blame myself.
I mean,
I-- I wound her up too tight.
Oh, I nearly
killed her.
I was just trying
a different setup,
and she said
it was too hard.
It was
an accident, Stan.
We all have 'em.
That's the game we're playing.
She's blaming herself.
Either way, we're out.
No driver, no car.
-Is it--
-Yeah, it's trash, mate.
I might as well
sell it for scrap.
[sighs] Sorry, Stan.
We were this close,
you know.
Microns.
Just a few
more microns,
and we'd have had it.
Sponsorship.
You only get
a car like that
and a driver like that
once in a lifetime.
I'm really sorry, mate.
[grunts]
It's all right,
I'll get through...
without you.
Dan? [sighs]
[upbeat rock music]
[Jacky] So, how long
do we have to wait?
Well, can't we just tell him
we won't pay it?
Well, we've--
we've got the deeds already.
Honestly,
what is the point of you?
Well, I will get
somebody else to do it
if you don't get this
sorted out.
So, think on!
Bloody hell.
Oh, God,
I'm getting bored with this.
[Jacky] Apparently,
the land is not ours
until the land registry
idiots say so.
The paperwork's worthless.
Are you
listening to me?
For fuck's sake,
why am I even talking to you?
I was listening.
-It was just that--
-[knocking on door]
-[Jacky] Fuck off.
-[Don] Oy!
All right, all right.
It's me!
Keep your hair on.
-What do you want?
-[San] Well, uh...
Don't tell me
you've lost it all already?
Tell him to do one.
I haven't
finished me drink.
Oh, take it
with you.
Go on.
So, what do you want?
I'm pissed off
as it is.
I need a lot more.
[Jacky]
You're not having any more
until you've paid me
for the first--
Well?
I thought
we were in business.
[Jacky] Sit down.
-[knocking on door]
-Fuck off.
How much
do you need?
I've got a buyer
for it all.
Used to buy off Simmo,
but I need it
by the end of the week.
That was just the start.
I can get five bags
by tomorrow.
I'm impressed,
Mr. Mills.
You should be,
you little wanker.
You fall on your feet,
you, don't you?
Listen,
if this goes well,
we could be in business
for some time, me and you.
[San] Nice one.
-How's your arm?
-[San] Oh, I can manage.
[Jacky] Listen, you better
not be messing me around.
This is not a game.
Where should we meet?
[dark electronic music]
-Want one of these?
-No.
Listen, if they haven't got
the money, smack him.
Yeah.
Even if he says
he's bringing it.
Yeah.
[Jacky]
Quite likely he'll stiff us.
Hey, who's this?
Who's this, then?
[San] Patrick,
this is Mr. Mills.
This is the buyer
I was telling you about.
Let's have it, then.
[Patrick] No, mate.
I need to see what you've got.
[alarm beeping]
[alarm beeping]
[alarm beeping]
That'll do.
-This enough?
-It better be.
Jack Leslie Mills,
you are under arrest
for the supply
of class-A drugs.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention,
when questioned,
something you'd like
to rely on in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Do you understand?
[siren wailing]
[police
radio chatter]
You, you're
bloody well fucked!
-[indistinct]
-[Don] Get off!
Easy!
Get your head down,
you idiot.
[alarm wailing]
[DC O'Hare]
Come on, San.
-You know the deal, mate.
-Yeah, I know.
[Paula]
You should've driven it.
[Danny]
Oh, not this again.
[Danny mocking]
You should've driven it,
it's all my fault.
-Bloody hell, kill yourself!
-Well, it is.
It isn't.
Things happen.
Sadly,
it's not all about you.
It's not all about
any of us.
It's all crazy random.
We're on a rock spinning
in space, for God's sake.
It's his fault!
[phone ringing]
[Danny] Hello?
Fucking hell.
Where is he now?
That is fantastic.
What about Mills?
[chuckles] Couldn't have
happened to a nicer bloke.
Nigella,
that is great news.
Yeah.
Look after him,
won't you?
Yeah.
No, I will.
Actually, yeah,
there-- there is--
there is something
you could do.
Do you know
the police compound at Westside?
Could you
meet me there?
Thank you. Yes.
No, okay, yeah.
I'll text you.
I will,
I'll text you then.
All right.
Thanks, Nigella. Thank you.
Bye. Bye.
You fucker!
-[laughs]
-What is it?
-Was it that solicitor woman?
-San's given himself in.
-Brilliant!
-[laughs] Well, it's not really.
And Mills,
they've got him and that bastard
that attacked San.
Wow, Jacky Mills!
-Bloody hell.
-He's finished.
They say he can't complete
on the garage now.
That means
we can keep the house.
[Paula] Oh, brilliant.
Do you hear that, Dad?
We're back!
[Paula] Danny...
it wasn't you driving,
was it?
You know it wasn't.
San nicked me car, didn't he?
[Paula] No, no,
I don't mean last week.
[Danny sighs] No.
[Paula] You did time
for him, didn't you?
He was only a kid.
They had stuff on him,
he would've gone down
for ten years.
We looked
a bit alike.
Me and Dad thought
that I'd get away with it.
I had
a promising career.
[Paula] What?
Well, I never thought
he'd be able
to take care of himself, but...
he saved us.
He stepped up,
didn't he?
Yeah, I think he did.
Yeah.
-I'm gonna go see Nigella.
-[Paula] Dan?
Come on!
Come on.
Shake a leg.
[Paula] Funny.
[upbeat rock music]
[footsteps approaching]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey
Aren't you
the deus ex machina, then?
-Sorry?
-Saving the day!
Oh, yeah, yes.
I never did like
that Mills fella.
-No.
-Who does?
Um, you've hurt
your leg?
Ankle.
[engine rumbling]
Hey
[Paula] Awesome.
Bye, Nige.
Yeah, bye.
[engine revving loudly]
[indistinct announcement]
Hey
[music stops]
-I think it's done, Stan.
-[Stan] Oh, hi P.
I've done my best
to come with it.
I mean, to be honest,
the timing's still a bit out.
Not sure
about this setup.
Why his roll bars
are like that, I don't know.
It's the way me dad
used to set it up, Stan.
[Stan] Oh, hey, no,
I've not said it's wrong.
No, it's all right, Stan.
You've done a lovely job.
Honestly, me dad
would be really impressed.
-He would?
-He would!
-You sure about these roll bars?
-It's the way I like it.
[announcer]
Our next race this afternoon
is the Championship GT Cup.
All entries, please
make their way to the grid.
This is
your first call.
Please make your way
to the grid in 15 minutes,
please,
for the Championship...
[Danny]
We really need this, Stan.
What pressure
have we got?
[Stan] Two and a half bar.
Let it down a bit, mate.
-Hang on a minute, Danny--
-Just a bit, trust me.
No, no,
we can't afford to blow this.
I'm finished, I'll lose
my sponsorship, I'm finished!
I need this as much
as you do, you know that.
I'm not gonna lose
this car.
If I don't win this,
I'm broke.
I'll have to sell
the bloody garage anyway.
Then we'll be right back
to where we were
before San
gave himself in.
Oh, mate, San,
he's just a mad arse.
-[Stan indistinct]
-Stan, look, just-- Stan.
[talking over each other]
[Paula] Hey!
Hey, hey, guys.
Guys, focus.
We're here, aren't we?
And just think about
where we were yesterday.
Breathe.
And just remember
how far we've come.
[cars passing by]
All right,
I'll do it.
You better know
what you're doing, Danny boy.
Right, then, let's have it.
Time to go, let's go.
[Stan chuckles]
Right then.
[upbeat rock music]
[crowd cheering]
[revving]
[engine rumbling]
Make a change
With nothing new
Seem deranged
But sensible, too
Hit the town
With your stock car
You can drown
In shallow water
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
You can bleed
Without cut skin
Fail to proceed
And laugh within
Enthusiast
It's condescending
Failing fast
I'm still ascending
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
Shallow town
Shallow water
You can drown
In shallow water
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's all crazy random
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
It's actually
better sight unseen
It's all crazy random
[electronic rock music]
Morning finds me here
Washed up again
upon another blasted shore
Another beach and I have
been here once before
But there is something
that I can't remember
Must remember
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could stand right here
and sing this song
But life
will never let me go
Oh, oh, oh
Another golden barge
I chased it all the way
around the cursed bend
A stolen moment
that just leads me to the end
I've got
that sinking feeling
All over again
All night long
I could be dreaming
All night long
And I could lie right here
and sing this song
[song fading]
But life
will never let me go...