All the Devils Are Here (2025) Movie Script
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(VIBRANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
RONNIE: Where's the kid?
-(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
GRADY: Adios, big man!
(GUNSHOT ECHOING)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
RONNIE: I wanna tell you
some things.
If I don't, it'll bother me
that I didn't at least try.
I know people my age
who started washing dishes
in a restaurant
when they were kids,
and then you fast forward
30 years
and they're still there
working front of house
in the same bleedin' restaurant.
It's pathetic in a way,
but it's what we all do.
Rinse and repeat,
day after day, year after year.
Nothing changes.
But what I do
isn't like washing dishes
or showing people
to their tables.
What I do, it leaves a residue,
a stain that never goes away.
It just accumulates in layers
until it covers everything,
until nothing is good.
So I wanted you to know
I'm gettin' out.
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
(MELLOW ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC PLAYING)
-(DOOR KNOCKING)
-(CLOCK TICKING)
HAROLD: Yes?
Ronnie Blake.
RONNIE: Harold.
Mr. Reynolds is, um...
He's sorry he can't be here
in person.
That's all right. I understand.
How's the family?
They're fine, you know.
They're fine.
No.
Thirty-year-old Glenfarclas?
I'm knockin' it on the head.
-Doctor's orders.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
If that was me, I think
I'd look for a new doctor.
Your girl?
She must be, what, 16 now?
-She'll be 20 in June.
-HAROLD: Twenty?
All grown up. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
If memory serves, I saw her
in my 20th during one of my...
not infrequent sojourns
at Her Majesty's pleasure.
But we can't go back though,
can we?
No.
We can't go back.
They say that there's no honor
among thieves.
In the organization we're in,
everyone has a price.
But not you.
You know why that is,
don't you, Ronnie?
It's because
you understand honor.
And you understand loyalty.
We know you'll do it right.
That's why the old man has
so much faith in you, Ronnie.
You're a soldier,
a man he can rely on.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: The last
of a dying breed.
(GUN COCKS)
GRADY: Three!
-(BEEPING)
-GRADY: Two!
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-GRADY: One!
(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)
ROYCE: Hands up!
Get away from the desk!
Put your hands up now!
You stay where you are!
You stay where you are!
GRADY: All right.
Come play with your friends.
(HOSTAGE 1 GROANS)
RONNIE: There's two more
downstairs.
This shouldn't take long.
No one moves, no one talks,
and then no one gets hurt.
Please nod if you understand.
Good.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS)
GRADY: With these sacks on,
I can't tell which one of you
is cryin'.
-(WATCH TICKING)
-(SIGHS)
GRADY: Is it you?
-(HOSTAGE 2 PANTING)
-(GRADY GRUNTS)
(HOSTAGE 3 GROANING IN DISTANCE)
Don't stop.
Keep going. Keep going!
(HOSTAGE 3 SCREAMING)
Go and check it, man.
GRADY: Yes, boss.
(HOSTAGE 1 BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOOR OPENING)
(GRADY WHISTLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(HOSTAGE 4 WHIMPERS)
-(PHONE CLACKING, DINGING)
-(SECURITY GUARD) Help me!
(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
(SECURITY GUARD) Help!
(WHIMPERS)
What have you been up to?
Hmm?
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
Weren't you listenin'
to the old fella?
No one moves, no one gets hurt,
and all that.
(SECURITY GUARD
BREATHING HEAVILY)
GRADY: Blah, blah, blah.
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
Nah.
I don't think so.
And that...
that's just plain rude.
(GRUNTS)
(SECURITY GUARD GROANING)
I can't see
what I'm bloody doin' now.
(COUGHS) Please.
Now, that's better.
Please. Please.
Please.
(GRUNTS, SHOUTS)
(RONNIE GRUNTS)
What the fuck
do you think you're doin'?
Your man here
was trying to call the cops.
His hands are tied
behind his back.
How the fuck
was he gonna do that?
He was gonna cut 'em loose.
I got here just
in the nick of time.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Right.
-(GRUNTS)
-(GASPS)
Let's get the fuck outta here
before you kill someone else.
(GRADY PANTING, GROANING)
Sorry.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
GRADY: He drives
like my grandma.
ROYCE: Shut up, man!
GRADY: I've seen hearses
go faster than this.
(ENGINE REVVING)
-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
-Keep it steady.
(LAUGHS)
See, I told you
we'd be all right.
(LAUGHS)
Gun it.
(ENGINE ACCELERATING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
That's the last of 'em.
All right, but how?
How do you know that?
RONNIE: 'Cause I've done
this sort of thing before.
You get a sense
for these things.
Look out!
(ALL PANT)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
You were supposed to keep
your eyes on the fucking road!
-Fuck.
-GRADY: Where the fuck
did you get your license?
ROYCE: It just stepped out!
I don't think we hit it.
Definitely didn't hit it.
-(RAIN PATTERING)
-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
ROYCE: Well?
ROYCE: We didn't...
We didn't... (SIGHS)
-It don't matter.
-Do you think that we...
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
RONNIE: We go.
Now.
(ENGINE REVVING)
("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"
PLAYING)
I'll find a better life
For you
The stars have said
Our love's untrue
And just because
We shared a lie
There is no reason
For a soul to die
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself
Be caught in this
(WIND HOWLING)
You'll find
A better people there
A friendly love
The kind who care
And not the sort like me
(MUSIC STOPS)
(NUMBERS GROANS)
(WINDOW OPENING)
Numbers, is it?
Yes, it is.
Right, go on.
Uh, any police?
Not anymore.
-(DOOR OPENS)
-Um...
Mr. Laing was explicit
that there were to be
no weapons beyond this point.
Oh, is that right?
Um, I'm just... telling you
what his orders were.
-GRADY: Yeah?
-And Mr. Reynolds'.
And what if
I don't want to do that?
Your clothes and your weapons,
you get rid of them now.
I want reimbursing for that.
What about him?
I'm an accountant.
I've never held a gun
in my life.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
No, I don't... don't think so.
That cloth you used
to clean yourself with,
where is it?
(WIND HOWLING)
Get rid of it.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(PARKING BRAKE CLICKING)
(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(SNIFFS) What is that smell?
It's country air.
You'll get used to it.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR DOOR OPENING)
(GROANS) Fuck me.
(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
Nah. Nah. No way.
No fuckin' way, man.
He say anything to you
about animals?
-No.
-(LAUGHS)
Oh, that's...
that's marvelous, that is.
(DOOR CREAKS)
RONNIE: Jesus fucking Christ.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
NUMBERS: There are
three bedrooms,
and it was
Mr. Reynolds' stipulation
that I should take
the upstairs room.
-Why?
-GRADY: Why?
As I understand it,
there are three stout locks
on the inside of the door,
and so the money
will be safest there.
Fair enough.
NUMBERS: Uh,
it's just his orders.
You understand? It's my orders.
He tell you how long
we'd be cooped up here?
Just that, uh, when it's time,
he'll send word.
It shouldn't be longer
than seven days, he reckoned.
And that there'll be
enough food and fuel
for at least a week,
and that, um...
we were not to leave the house
under any circumstances.
(CHUCKLES)
NUMBERS:
There's a bathroom upstairs.
A toilet cubicle, kitchen,
lounge, and, uh,
two other bedrooms.
Two?
You two are sharing.
Oh, goody.
NUMBERS: You should get
the... the money.
(MUMBLES)
(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
I call top bunk.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Just don't talk
or make any kind of commotion
before ten in the morning,
and we'll be grand.
(GRUNTS)
(CLACKING)
-(DOOR CREAKING)
-(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
What's that?
That is my number one girl.
Stellaphone ST451.
Top of the range,
stereophonic sound,
and a fabulous low end.
It is rather heavy though.
I rather hoped
one of you might...
give me a hand.
No.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(RADIO STATIC)
(STATIC)
-(RADIO STATIC)
-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
("GYPSIES, TRAMPS & THIEVES"
PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
I was born in the wagon
Of a traveling show
My mama had to dance
For the money they'd throw
Papa would do
Whatever he could
You'll want to relax a bit,
or the next few days
ain't gonna be easy.
I'm good, man.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
RONNIE: Listen, don't think
about what happened back there.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
RONNIE: You gotta let it go,
or you just won't last.
You'll go under.
You'll drown.
You understand me?
I said I'm good.
It's been a long day.
I'm not hungry.
And Papa woulda shot him
If he knew what he'd done
RONNIE: Eat.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it
From the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night
All the men would come around
And lay their money down
Never had schooling
But he taught me well
With his smooth
Southern style
Three months later
I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him
For a while
(LIGHTER FLICKS)
Oh, whoa
I haven't seen him
For a while
Oh, no
She was born in a wagon
Of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance
For the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do
Whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
And sell a couple bottles
Of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it
From the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night
All the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Gypsies, tramps
And thieves
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
GRADY: Dinner, is it?
Well, thanks for the invite.
(CHUCKLES)
No hard feelings anyway.
Why don't we all have a drink?
Hey? Let bygones be bygones.
(DISHES CLINKING)
("I DON'T WANT TO KNOW"
PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
Oh, he's a character, isn't he?
(CHUCKLES)
So are you lads in? Hmm?
(CHUCKLES) Come on!
Seriously?
We should be celebratin'
a job well done,
not behaving
like a bunch of Sisters.
It's been a long day,
and you've obviously had a few,
which has probably affected
your judgment,
such as it is,
but just to be clear,
you and I are not friends.
We're not even close to that.
Celebratin' a job well done?
Nah.
Your antics fucked things up
big time,
and Mr. Reynolds will no doubt
be very keen to know exactly
what happened if he hasn't
washed his hands of us already.
And he'll also want to know
why I allowed it to happen,
which isn't a conversation
I'm very much
looking forward to.
So I advise you...
firmly, you understand,
to steer well clear of me
till you and I are
far away from here.
And I'm gonna look forward
to never having to see
your fucking face again.
(EXHALES)
So that's a no then?
I love you more each day
Whoa, oh
I don't want to know
Whoa, oh, oh
I don't want to know
Whoa, oh, oh
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRADY SNORING)
-(DISHES CLATTERING)
-(GASPS)
Fuck me.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR LOCKING)
(GRADY GROANS)
(GROANS)
HAROLD: Grady?
What's that then? Surname?
Your Christian name?
It's my only name.
HAROLD: Mac says you saw some
nasty business over the water.
Very nasty. That's what I heard.
It had its moments, yeah.
I'll give you that.
But now you're looking
for other kinds of work.
I was always taught
the devil will prey
on an idle man.
He also tells me
that you don't show fear.
You got a high tolerance
for pain.
You were tortured, a way back,
by some Provos.
Practically left for dead,
but you never talked.
That Mac sure has a mouth
on him, doesn't he?
-(CHUCKLES)
-HAROLD: You see,
in my experience,
the fear of violence
is often more effective
than getting your hands dirty,
making a mess.
Mr. Reynolds,
he doesn't much care for mess.
I'd say that's a philosophy
that's done him proud.
So we understand each other?
Nice and clean.
No mistakes. Yeah.
And you listen to Ronnie.
Ronnie?
Sure.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RONNIE GROANS)
Once I started working
for Mr. Reynolds,
I didn't pay much attention
to the world around me.
What it all means.
They say that if you get things
down on paper,
it might make sense
of everything.
I'm trying.
Maybe it's too late, but...
I'm trying.
(WIND HOWLING)
(TAPPING INTENSIFIES)
(GRADY LAUGHING)
(ROYCE COUGHING)
Your boy's proving himself
to be a wee bit more amiable
than yourself
and Mr. Top of the Pops
up there.
Well, there's nothing else
to do, is there?
It's no place for a young lad,
I'll grant ya.
Trapped in the sticks
with a bunch of hoodlums.
No radios. No TVs.
No cinemas or bars.
There you go.
I don't think
that's a very good idea.
GRADY: No one's holding a gun
against his head, are they?
Besides,
missin' his lady friend,
ain't ya?
I bet the pair of 'em were at it
like a couple of jackrabbits.
-(SPITS)
-(GRADY LAUGHS)
-(TOILET FLUSHING)
-(NUMBERS SHOUTS)
-NUMBERS: Oh, stop!
-(PIPES RATTLING)
Reminds me of my old
Aunt Kelsee's place, this.
(PIPES CREAKING)
Out in the arse of nowhere,
near Garvagh.
Fucking cursed, that place is.
Cursed?
Oh, yeah.
This place has got a similar
ambiance, I can tell you.
How was it cursed?
Well...
the story goes,
the locals out in Garvagh,
they didn't care
for their chieftain too much.
Oh, we're going back
a ways, obviously,
but they didn't have the balls
to do anything about it.
So they hired someone,
an outsider,
to do the dirty work.
And he stuck a knife
in the chieftain's heart.
-Blood everywhere.
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
But old chiefy, he was back
again the next night,
-(BREATHES SOFTLY)
-...back out of his grave.
And he cursed the people,
and he cursed the land.
See, their treachery
had turned him into one
of the Marbh Bheo...
the walking dead.
And ever since then,
nothing grows there
except thorns.
(MUTTERS)
Birds won't nest there.
The crops are no good
in the fields all around.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
And no one ever, ever
goes there at night.
It's cursed Earth,
just like this place.
RONNIE: Bollocks.
"Cursed."
Just 'cause you can't see
something...
don't mean it isn't there.
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
-That's quite a yarn.
NUMBERS: Oh, no, it's fine.
(LAUGHS) Fuckin' hell!
NUMBERS: So sorry
if I startled you.
Uh, the tap upstairs is jammed,
and I just wanted to get
a glass of water.
Didn't...
didn't want to interrupt.
Care to wet your whistle
with something
a little stronger, seor?
Yes. Why not?
Say when.
(DRINK POURING)
NUMBERS: When.
Well now, there's a man
who don't fuck about.
I'm sure I know your face
from somewhere.
Did I see you at Mac's
one time maybe?
(MUTTERS)
I don't know of any Mac.
RONNIE: I have worked
for Mr. Reynolds
for a long time.
Does seem a bit odd that
our paths have never crossed.
Well, um, usually, I...
work what what you might call
behind the scenes.
Well, you're on the main stage
now, ain't ya?
-Chin chin.
-(GLASSES CLINKS)
-(GULPS)
-(GULPS)
(NUMBERS SLURPING)
(NUMBERS EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Well, thanks for that.
("LIVERPOOL LULLABY" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
(MUSIC CONTINUES,
MUFFLED THROUGH FLOOR)
(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING,
CRANK POUNDING)
(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING)
Oh, you have
Your father's nose
(ADDING MACHINE CRANK POUNDING)
God.
(ADDING MACHINE
CONTINUES NOISILY)
If you're not asleep
When the boozers close
You'll get a belt...
(KNOCKS)
NUMBERS: One moment.
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
Strawberry jam tarts
In your hair
-Yes?
-What's with the racket?
I'm enumerating the money,
as per Mr. Reynolds'
instructions.
It's the middle of the night,
and I'm trying to read.
Do you think you could
enumerate it some other time?
If you insist.
It's not as if we're
in a hurry, is it?
I don't think our itineraries
are gonna be especially crowded
for the foreseeable.
The beggar drinks it...
I suppose not.
And you can give
the music a rest too
while you're at it.
Oh, I didn't take you
for a Dickens man.
No? And what kind of man
did you take me for, exactly?
It's... it's not that I didn't--
-(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
-(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
GRADY: (LAUGHING) He's wobbling,
he's wobbling, he's wobbling!
(CACKLES)
(ROYCE VOMITS)
(CACKLES)
-(CACKLING ECHOES, FADES)
-(MUSIC FADES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIPES CREAKING)
-(FAUCET SHUTS OFF)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(SLURPS)
(GLOOMY MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CLICKS)
("GOIN' OUT OF MY HEAD" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
Well, I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
(TV STATIC)
Yes, I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
Over you
Over you
I want you to want me
I need you so badly
I can't think
Of anything but you
(LIGHT FLICKERING)
And I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
Out of my head
'Cause I can't explain
The tears that I shed
Out of my head
Over you
-(ALL SHOUTING, LAUGHING)
-Over you
-(GRADY SCREAMING)
-I see you each morning
But you just walk past me
You don't even know
That I exist
Goin' out of my head
Over you
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Out of my head over you
Out of my head
Day and night
Night and day and night
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
RONNIE:
"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness."
(DREARY MUSIC PLAYING)
ROYCE: Oh.
(CREAKS, GURGLES)
ROYCE: Oh!
(GURGLES)
Oh! (MUTTERS)
(SPLASHES)
(WATER DRIPPING)
GRADY: (MUFFLED)
What the fuck have you done?
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
God...
(TOILET BUBBLING, SPLASHING)
(WHIMPERS)
Oh...
(WATER PATTERING)
(MUSIC FADES)
-(METAL CLANGING)
-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRADY GRUNTS)
RONNIE: You sure you know
what you're doin'?
GRADY: I'm a man
of many talents, me.
(METAL CLANGING)
GRADY: (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
My uncle Jackie,
Aunt Kelsee's fella,
he was a plumber.
I used to help him out
in the holidays.
This system is
from the dark ages though,
I reckon. Rusted to buggery.
-(GRUNTS)
-(PIPES CREAKING)
GRADY: (GRUNTS) There ya are.
(SIGHS) She's off now.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
I didn't do anything. What...
-You filthy fuck. (SIGHS)
-(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(FLY BUZZING)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
-(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
-(GRADY WHISTLING)
We've now reached
what you might call
a moment of crisis.
Still no word from Mr. Reynolds.
The food and fuel
are running out,
and then there's, uh...
There's that.
ROYCE: What if he
isn't gonna send anyone?
Mr. Reynolds?
What if he's decided
it's too risky,
so he's just cut us loose?
What if the police
have got to him?
Could be on their way here
right now, for all we know.
Your imagination's
runnin' away with you.
-And what if he's right?
-RONNIE: Yeah?
My best guess is
that your fun and games
with a certain security guard
has got a lot of people
sniffin' around
and makin' a nuisance
of themselves,
and Mr. Reynolds needs
the four of us
to stay tucked away
somewhere safe
until they stop sniffing.
And how long will that be?
Before or after
we starve to death?
Well, whose fault is that?
(JAW CRACKLES)
What if we were to split it?
Between us?
RONNIE: You're young.
I'll bear that in mind,
but I urge you
to think very carefully
before you say something
like that to me ever again.
So just to be clear...
your plan is for us
to just sit here
and suck our thumbs, right?
-No.
-GRADY: No?
No.
We send him.
(CHUCKLES) Him?
The lad can't stay awake
for more than 20 seconds.
He'll be upside down in a ditch
before he makes it
off the grounds.
He's got no direct link
to the job. He's well spoken.
We tart him up a bit,
there'll be nothing about him
that'll stir things up too much.
Well, I'm afraid
that's completely
out of the question.
In my experience,
when Mr. Reynolds
gives an order,
it's wise to follow it
to the letter.
And in this instance,
as I've already explained,
the order was that no one
was to leave the house
under any circumstances.
And that includes me.
Well, Sleeping Beauty...
these aren't just
any circumstances, are they?
The plumbing is fucked,
you might've noticed that,
it being the reason
the whole place smells worse
than a tanner's yard.
And we've got food and drink
for maybe two more days at best.
So right now... (YELLS)
...I don't give a fuck
about your orders,
you understand?
-Sit down.
-Or what, big man?
Sit down.
Please.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(SPITS)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(WIND HOWLING)
-(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SNORES SOFTLY)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
(GASPS)
(BREATHES SOFTLY)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(GROANS)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
-(WHISPERS) Who is it?
-How the fuck should I know?
-The police?
-(KNIFE CLANGING)
(DOOR KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Well, if it is, they came
on foot. There's no car.
That's a last resort.
We don't need
another fucking bloodbath.
(DOOR POUNDING)
I'll take the lead.
(DOOR POUNDING CONTINUES)
(ENCHANTING MUSIC PLAYING)
Hello.
-Are you lost, love?
-No. The boss sent me.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Then I suppose
you'd better come in.
-C: Hello.
-(DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING)
(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
RONNIE: My apologies.
They're, uh...
They're not properly
house trained.
What's your name?
C.
C?
GRADY: What's that? A codename?
Short for Caroline
or Cynthia or something?
You certainly look like
you could be a Caroline.
In the Latin, that means a free
and beautiful woman.
RONNIE: Did he say
when he was coming?
The boss, I mean. Have you got
any messages from him?
C: No. I don't deal
with him directly.
I was just told
that I should come here
to the house...
find out what you might need.
RONNIE: Well,
we appreciate that.
Actually, you've just come
in the nick of time
'cause we were starting
to get worried.
Should we, uh,
should we go into the kitchen?
I'm a little house trained.
RONNIE: Royce...
I'll check the cupboards,
you write it all down.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
Could, uh, could we have a word?
It can wait.
Ronnie, I... I need--
I don't want to take up too much
of this young lady's time.
I don't know about that.
It's brought a breath of fresh
air to the place, if you ask me.
Right, eggs, bacon,
sausages, cheese,
milk, orange juice...
-(BOTTLES CLINKING)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
-Are you gettin' all this down?
-(FRIDGE DOOR CLOSES)
I can help you with that,
if you like.
Skipped too much school,
is that it?
Too much time out and about,
gallivantin'. Up to no good.
You reap what you sow.
-(NOTEPAD SLAMS)
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(CHUCKLES)
Kids these days, eh?
Could you, uh...
Could you pop a couple
of bottles of scotch on there
while you're at it?
Maybe round it up to half a case
just to be on the safe side.
You have lovely eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that?
Bright as a mountain stream,
they are.
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
As I said, I apologize.
We've been here too long.
(CHUCKLES)
That won't be necessary.
It's all taken care of.
-Are you sure?
-C: Yeah.
RONNIE: If you could get
a message to the boss,
it would put my mind at ease.
You tell him that what happened,
what went wrong...
was out of control.
It wasn't my fault.
I'll see you later.
-(DOOR OPENING)
-Bye.
God.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, she's a right goer,
I reckon.
Proper filthy.
You even think about laying
a finger on her...
and you're a dead man.
(CHUCKLES)
-You're too sensitive.
-(MUSIC FADES)
I was just being hypothetical.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: It's Mr. Reynolds'
belief that we all have
a part that we're meant
to play in the world.
So, when he found you
trying to make off
with his Drophead Coupe
on Uxbridge Street,
do you remember what he said?
-It was my lucky day.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
And that we'd look after you.
Raise you right,
provide you with a family.
(CHUCKLES)
Now, you'd seen something
you wanted,
and you tried to take it.
There's nothing wrong
with ambition.
Just gotta be channeled
in the right direction.
And like I said,
it's his belief that, sometimes,
these things happen
for a reason.
What will be will be.
Well...
it's time for you to take
a step up in the world, Dennis.
Another chapter in the story
that began all those years ago
on Uxbridge Street.
But they don't call you Dennis
these days, do they? (CHUCKLES)
-No.
-No, it's Royce now, isn't it?
Rollers that you go in for.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-Right.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
Well, Royce...
I find myself, at short notice,
suddenly light on a driver,
so... (INHALES)
Once again,
today is your lucky day.
Opportunity knocks,
it would seem.
HAROLD: So, don't fuck it up.
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
-(DOOR KNOCKING)
I've been doing this
for nearly 40 years.
Stealing, hurting people,
serving time.
With... with a record like mine,
there was never any chance
for a proper job,
a fresh start, rehabilitation.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Most of the time, if I'm honest,
I never really wanted it anyway.
Much easier just to do
what you know,
stick instead of twist.
We all do it.
Listen, I'm not you.
I'm not anything like you.
-They'll have to catch me.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SIGHS) They always do, son.
They always do.
You don't know me.
About 20 years ago...
I served some serious time...
and I missed the birth
of my daughter.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
I missed watching her grow up
as a little girl.
I missed all of it.
And when I came out...
I learned that she told
all her friends I was dead.
That I'd died
before she was even born.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(WIND HOWLING)
(INHALES DEEPLY) Anyways...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
They were running classes
in there, inside.
And I didn't have anything else
to do, so I went.
And I learned to read and write.
Yeah, 33 years old,
and I'm reading books
about dogs and balloons
and tractors.
Everything that I missed
when I should've been in school,
learning, but I was off being
Charlie Big Bollocks instead.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
RONNIE: I was hungry for it.
I was ravenous.
But it was too late.
You can tell people
you've changed,
but they've heard it all before.
They think you're having
them on. They don't believe you.
And after a while,
after you've come out,
you think you're different,
you think you've changed...
and you stop believing it too.
And then you're standing
in a marsh
in Essex at midnight...
and you're digging
the grave of some poor sod
who said and did
the wrong thing...
just like you did...
ten years ago.
Yeah, well...
Mr. Reynolds...
seems to think I'm good enough.
Seems to think
I got what it takes.
Well, maybe you do.
He always used to say that
to me.
And that didn't turn out
too well, did it?
But it's not too late for you.
When we finally get out of here,
you get your share of the money.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
RONNIE: You stay far away
from Mr. Reynolds...
and that fucking psychopath
out there.
(MUSIC FADES)
Don't end up like me.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
RONNIE: When I'm done...
when I'm out,
I was hopin' I could see ya.
(LAMB BLEATS)
RONNIE: I probably
won't recognize you now.
In my mind,
you're still a little girl.
Anyway,
I hope that we can do that
one day.
You've gotta have something
to look forward to.
Otherwise...
what's the point of carryin' on?
(BLEATS)
Yes, I've still got
To meet him
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
-(MUSIC SKIPPING)
("CONVERSATIONS" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
(MUSIC FADES)
(STELLAPHONE CLICKING)
-(INSECT BUZZING)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
(DISHES CLINKING SOFTLY)
Some of that water's gotten
into the electrics, I'd say.
And when the lights go out...
then what the fuck
are we gonna do?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Did it ever occur to you that,
like the young fella said...
he's given us up?
If he's done that,
then why send the girl?
To lull us into a false sense
of security, I reckon.
Keep up the pretense.
And then?
When we're all half mad
from being cooped up in here,
he sends Laing
and a couple of his boys
to pay us a visit,
finish us off.
Then they take the money
back to the boss man,
and he keeps the lot.
Sure, I think the young lady's
given him an update
on our situation.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
The question is...
what do we do about it?
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
When she comes back...
I think we're gonna have
a little fun first though,
me and her.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, she was givin' plenty
of signals out earlier.
A wee bit o' rough and tumble.
(BLOWS)
I think you're mistaken
about a great deal of things.
Thing is, though...
(GRUNTS) ...it don't matter
what you think.
We only deferred to you
because of him,
and if he's decided
to fuck us over...
then I'm done deferrin',
if you catch my drift.
Right.
GRADY: So,
me and the young lady,
well, we're gonna have our...
have our fun,
then I'm gonna take
my share of the money,
and then...
I'm gonna get
the fuck out of here.
That's pretty much how things
are gonna pan out, I think.
(WATER SQUELCHING)
-Just leave the girl out of it.
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Didn't you hear
what I just said?
-Just leave her.
-GRADY: Oh, wait.
(LAUGHS) No, no, no,
no, no, don't...
Don't tell me.
She reminds you
of your daughter, is that it?
Yeah, about the same age,
not quite the little girl
who she once was.
That's... (LAUGHS)
That's why this is such
a big thing for you, isn't it?
Yeah, givin' it all the...
All the big man bit,
but at the end of the day,
you know, underneath it all,
you're just as soft
as a fuckin' teddy bear.
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
You don't know when
to shut up, do you?
-(GRUNTS)
-(MUSIC FADES)
-(RONNIE PANTS)
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
Help me pick him up.
(WIND HOWLING)
RONNIE: I read something once.
It seemed to sum everything up.
It was something like...
"Hell is empty 'cause
all the devils are here."
-"All the devils are here."
-(FLICKERING)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
RONNIE: Can you open the door?
We need to talk.
I'm afraid I can't
at this particular moment.
Why?
NUMBERS: I've come down
with a fever, and, um,
I'm just having
a little lie down at the moment,
as it were.
We've had some issues.
Grady.
I've had to take care of him.
If that was necessary,
I'm sure you've done
the right thing.
A bit of a pill, he was.
Uh, I'm sorry, I really must try
and get some more rest.
Uh, we can speak again
in the morning.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
NUMBERS: But I've just got
a little fever.
I'm sure it'll pass.
(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)
RONNIE: Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
(FOOTSTEPS STOMPING)
RONNIE: Fuck! Fuck!
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: I know
this isn't your usual forte,
but there was little time
for me to set this up, so...
here's how it's gonna go.
You'll be meeting three men.
Three men with a van load
full of currency
which, at that moment, will be
hotter than the Earth's core.
Just look after the money.
Make sure none of it goes
for a stroll
in the middle of the night.
Remember how we helped you out
of that rather
unfortunate situation?
Now it's time
to repay the favor.
Sit tight, stay put,
until you get word
from Mr. Reynolds.
Hmm?
-Any questions, Charles?
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(CHOKES, SPITS)
(GROANS)
(SIGHS)
(SPITTING, GROANING)
He didn't have the balls
to finish me off then?
Why does that not surprise me?
And the electrics have
finally given up the ghost
as well, I see.
Hmm.
Well, this has been
a right hoot,
this has, hasn't it?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
A real humdinger.
It probably won't surprise you,
but this isn't the first time
I've been tied to a chair.
(CHUCKLES)
You're awake then.
GRADY: Well, sure.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
I was enjoying
the peace and quiet.
Well, you shoulda put me to bed
for good then, shouldn't ya?
Go on.
Go and get a few hours' kip,
and then we'll switch over.
I don't want him
left by himself.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Oh, now he decides
to have a drink.
RONNIE: Yeah, well...
Been that kind of day.
(CHUCKLES)
GRADY: Earlier on,
when we were talkin',
before you threw that
electric toaster at my head...
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Before you decided
to assault me like that
Well, it was
the cumulative effect
of what seemed
like a great many days
in your company.
An eternity, in fact.
Well, I was gonna
tell you something.
And what makes you think
I'm interested
in anything that you got to say?
Oh, you'll be interested
in this particular something,
I can guaran-fucking-tee it.
All right, then.
Illuminate me.
Mr. La-di-da up there,
Mr. Never-comes-out-of-his-room,
Mr. Currently-has-all-our-money
despite-not-earning-
a-single-fucking-penny-of-it...
I know who he is.
See, I got a thing for faces.
It just took a while
for the old penny to drop.
And who is he exactly?
A fuckin' kiddie fiddler,
that's who.
Him?
Nah.
GRADY: Yeah,
it was in the papers.
Charles Hussey is his real name.
A right posh cunt.
Used to teach piano to the kids
of other people
with lots of money,
and then he was accused
of tryin' to feel 'em up.
Case was thrown out
on a technicality, but...
reading between the lines,
it was pretty fuckin' obvious
he'd done it.
Now...
I'm no saint...
but even I'd draw the line
at that, I would.
(SOFT, DARK MUSIC PLAYING)
Innocent until proven guilty.
GRADY: No smoke without fire.
Seven different kids it was.
Now, one...
One might have
an overactive imagination, yeah,
but seven?
(WHISPERS) No.
No, I'm not buyin' that.
Sticks in my craw
that he stands to get a cut,
especially as he wasn't there
at the sharp end,
then you add in what he did
to those poor, innocent--
What he allegedly did.
What I plumb fuckin' reckon
he did,
and it leaves
a fucking bitter taste.
Not the type of individual
I'd usually associate
myself with. No, sir.
You obviously have
the high moral standard
of someone who talks idly
about raping a girl
and who recently pummeled
an innocent man to death
for a bit of fun.
(LAUGHS)
Nobody's perfect.
(CHUCKLES)
Why don't we put
our differences aside,
you and me?
Go up there, take what's ours,
because I don't trust
that fucker to not do a runner,
especially now our situation
is gettin' desperate.
He's got access
to the wheels, hasn't he?
I went up there earlier.
He wouldn't open the door.
Said he had a fever.
Stalling for time.
Plain as fucking day.
I've sent out word to the boss--
(SCREAMS) We're on
our fucking own!
Isn't that obvious?!
He's figured that out,
and now he's about to pull
a fucking fast one.
And the rest of us, we'll be
stuck here with no money
and no fucking motor either!
So if you let me go,
I'll deal with the situation!
No! I know the way
you deal with situations.
Now, whatever his name is,
he doesn't have the necessaries
to double cross us
and certainly not
Mr. Reynolds either
because he knows him
and knows what he would do
if he did that.
So thanks for the chat.
Don't be stupid.
I'm giving you a way
out of this, you fat--
(PANTS SOFTLY)
(SOFT, GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(WIND HOWLING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
It's me.
I'm gonna get my head down
for a bit, just a couple hours.
-That's all.
-ROYCE: And what if he wakes up?
RONNIE: Well,
if he starts speakin',
then you gag him.
Don't listen to his bollocks.
If you need me, come and get me.
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
-(WIND HOWLING)
-(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(GRADY GROANING)
(WINCING)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
You again.
It's like musical
fucking chairs in here.
Hard to keep up.
How about one of those for me?
(CHUCKLES)
When I was about your age,
I was in a seminary.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
I know, it's...
hard to believe, right?
But I'd had that shite
drilled into me
since I was crawlin'.
And I believed it too.
God, sin...
the Devil, and all that.
(LAUGHING)
Ah...
It's shite.
(CHUCKLES)
There ain't no Lord.
Never was.
There ain't nothin'.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
You see something you want,
you reach out,
and you fucking take it.
Something or someone tries
to get in the way of that,
you make sure you remove 'em
thoroughly from the equation.
There is no God in Heaven...
no reward for the just.
Only the here and now.
Only the moment
and what you fuckin' do with it.
Strong or weak.
Alive or dead.
Win or lose.
Yeah, those are the only things
that matter.
(PANTING)
(DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
Ronnie. Ronnie!
-Ronnie, you gotta come.
-What's wrong?
Come quick. Come quick!
-(GRUNTS)
-(RONNIE GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
You're gonna need to help me.
(METAL CLANGING)
He weighs a fucking ton.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
-(GRADY GROANING, GRUNTING)
-(ROYCE GROANING, GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
I'll deal with you later.
(GROANING)
(SIGHS)
I gave him the same offer
I gave you.
He just chose not to take it.
(WHISTLING)
-(DOOR THUDDING)
-(GASPS)
What's going on?
GRADY: Change of plans,
that's what.
-(GASPS)
-(GRUNTING)
GRADY: I fuckin' knew it.
It's not what it looks like.
Oh, no? What is it then?
"No weapons allowed," he says.
Un-fucking-believable.
I... I don't want to have
to shoot you.
Oh, you won't shoot me.
(WHIMPERS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SCREAMS)
-(GASPING) Stay back!
(GASPS, WHIMPERS)
GRADY: Hi, Charles.
Nice to make your acquaintance.
What?
Charles "The Pedo" Hussey.
Isn't it?
No, I wasn't. I wasn't--
Yeah, I'm not interested.
-(WHIMPERS)
-(GASPS)
Oh, you didn't want to do that.
-(SCREAMS)
-(GROANS) Fuck!
-(GUN CLATTERING)
-(GRADY GROANING)
Oh, I've had enough of this.
(WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMING)
-(GRADY GRUNTING)
-(NUMBERS SCREAMING)
Oh, you silly boy.
(NUMBERS GROANING)
So this is what you've
been doin' up here, eh?
(CLICKING TONGUE)
-(NEEDLE CLATTERING)
-GRADY: Naughty boy.
You tell me
where you put the keys,
and I'll let those other limbs
stay where they are.
How does that sound?
Wait, not yet, not yet.
Keys.
The Land Rover.
At the... the bottom of...
the red toolbox in the back.
Attaboy.
I told you,
but you didn't listen.
He's a psychopath.
He can't be trusted.
GRADY: I need a pair
of hands up here!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
-(GRUNTS)
-(NUMBERS WHIMPERING)
(GROANS)
Yeah, sorry about the mess.
ROYCE: What did you-- Fuck!
-Couldn't be helped.
-ROYCE: Oh, my God.
(RETCHING)
He was tryin' to do a runner.
(GROANING)
(SIGHS)
Go grab another one of those.
I'll go get the car.
(NUMBERS LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
-(METAL CLANGING)
-(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHS)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(PANTS)
Don't ask.
Let's grab the rest.
That car
you was tellin' me about,
what was it, Silver something?
Silver Cloud.
Silver Cloud, that's the one.
You can buy
a whole fleet of 'em now.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
-(SNIFFLES)
-(ROYCE WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRADY GROANING)
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
-Jesus. Oh!
-(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANS)
Where's the kid?!
-Hey?
-(GROANS)
Where's the kid?!
-(PANTS)
-(GRADY WHIMPERING)
You're too sensitive,
is the problem.
(GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(BOTH GROAN)
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
(GRADY GRUNTING)
(RONNIE GROANING)
(SCREAMS)
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
(SCREAMS) Fuck!
-(GRADY SPITTING)
-(RONNIE GRUNTING)
-(BOTH GROAN)
-(PIGS SQUEALING)
Fucking cunt.
(BOTH GROAN)
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
(BOTH GROAN)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GROAN)
-(RONNIE GRUNTING)
-(PANTS)
Adios, big man!
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GUNSHOT)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RONNIE PANTING)
(GROANS)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(RONNIE COUGHING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
(PANTS)
I fucked it up, didn't I?
Did you get a message,
to the boss?
He said you have to stay here.
I don't want to stay here.
The others have
to stay here too.
The others?
The others are dead.
I know.
And what about... you?
I have to go.
Please.
I need help.
(SHUSHES)
It's no good makin' a fuss.
This is how it has to be.
RONNIE: C...
Why am I here?
You can tell me now.
It doesn't matter anymore,
does it?
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
You get a sense
for these things.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
-Look out!
-(SCREAMS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(LIGHT FLICKERING)
-(CAR HORN HONKING)
(CAR HORN HONKING STEADILY)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
RONNIE: Hell is empty...
'cause we're all here.
(GASPS)
(LOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
It looks like
we're gonna be here...
for a little while longer.
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PIG SQUEALING, ECHOING)
("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"
PLAYING)
I'll find
A better life for you
The stars have said
Our love's untrue
And just
Because we shared a lie
There is no reason
For a soul to die
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself
Be caught in this
You'll find
A better people there
A friendly love
The kind who care
And not the sort
Like me you've found
We're mean and hard
And we push around
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself be caught
(SCATTING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Follow
Follow
Follow
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(VIBRANT MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
RONNIE: Where's the kid?
-(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
GRADY: Adios, big man!
(GUNSHOT ECHOING)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
RONNIE: I wanna tell you
some things.
If I don't, it'll bother me
that I didn't at least try.
I know people my age
who started washing dishes
in a restaurant
when they were kids,
and then you fast forward
30 years
and they're still there
working front of house
in the same bleedin' restaurant.
It's pathetic in a way,
but it's what we all do.
Rinse and repeat,
day after day, year after year.
Nothing changes.
But what I do
isn't like washing dishes
or showing people
to their tables.
What I do, it leaves a residue,
a stain that never goes away.
It just accumulates in layers
until it covers everything,
until nothing is good.
So I wanted you to know
I'm gettin' out.
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
(MELLOW ORCHESTRAL
MUSIC PLAYING)
-(DOOR KNOCKING)
-(CLOCK TICKING)
HAROLD: Yes?
Ronnie Blake.
RONNIE: Harold.
Mr. Reynolds is, um...
He's sorry he can't be here
in person.
That's all right. I understand.
How's the family?
They're fine, you know.
They're fine.
No.
Thirty-year-old Glenfarclas?
I'm knockin' it on the head.
-Doctor's orders.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
If that was me, I think
I'd look for a new doctor.
Your girl?
She must be, what, 16 now?
-She'll be 20 in June.
-HAROLD: Twenty?
All grown up. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
If memory serves, I saw her
in my 20th during one of my...
not infrequent sojourns
at Her Majesty's pleasure.
But we can't go back though,
can we?
No.
We can't go back.
They say that there's no honor
among thieves.
In the organization we're in,
everyone has a price.
But not you.
You know why that is,
don't you, Ronnie?
It's because
you understand honor.
And you understand loyalty.
We know you'll do it right.
That's why the old man has
so much faith in you, Ronnie.
You're a soldier,
a man he can rely on.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: The last
of a dying breed.
(GUN COCKS)
GRADY: Three!
-(BEEPING)
-GRADY: Two!
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-GRADY: One!
(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)
ROYCE: Hands up!
Get away from the desk!
Put your hands up now!
You stay where you are!
You stay where you are!
GRADY: All right.
Come play with your friends.
(HOSTAGE 1 GROANS)
RONNIE: There's two more
downstairs.
This shouldn't take long.
No one moves, no one talks,
and then no one gets hurt.
Please nod if you understand.
Good.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS)
GRADY: With these sacks on,
I can't tell which one of you
is cryin'.
-(WATCH TICKING)
-(SIGHS)
GRADY: Is it you?
-(HOSTAGE 2 PANTING)
-(GRADY GRUNTS)
(HOSTAGE 3 GROANING IN DISTANCE)
Don't stop.
Keep going. Keep going!
(HOSTAGE 3 SCREAMING)
Go and check it, man.
GRADY: Yes, boss.
(HOSTAGE 1 BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOOR OPENING)
(GRADY WHISTLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(HOSTAGE 4 WHIMPERS)
-(PHONE CLACKING, DINGING)
-(SECURITY GUARD) Help me!
(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
(SECURITY GUARD) Help!
(WHIMPERS)
What have you been up to?
Hmm?
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
Weren't you listenin'
to the old fella?
No one moves, no one gets hurt,
and all that.
(SECURITY GUARD
BREATHING HEAVILY)
GRADY: Blah, blah, blah.
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
Nah.
I don't think so.
And that...
that's just plain rude.
(GRUNTS)
(SECURITY GUARD GROANING)
I can't see
what I'm bloody doin' now.
(COUGHS) Please.
Now, that's better.
Please. Please.
Please.
(GRUNTS, SHOUTS)
(RONNIE GRUNTS)
What the fuck
do you think you're doin'?
Your man here
was trying to call the cops.
His hands are tied
behind his back.
How the fuck
was he gonna do that?
He was gonna cut 'em loose.
I got here just
in the nick of time.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Right.
-(GRUNTS)
-(GASPS)
Let's get the fuck outta here
before you kill someone else.
(GRADY PANTING, GROANING)
Sorry.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
GRADY: He drives
like my grandma.
ROYCE: Shut up, man!
GRADY: I've seen hearses
go faster than this.
(ENGINE REVVING)
-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
-Keep it steady.
(LAUGHS)
See, I told you
we'd be all right.
(LAUGHS)
Gun it.
(ENGINE ACCELERATING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
That's the last of 'em.
All right, but how?
How do you know that?
RONNIE: 'Cause I've done
this sort of thing before.
You get a sense
for these things.
Look out!
(ALL PANT)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
You were supposed to keep
your eyes on the fucking road!
-Fuck.
-GRADY: Where the fuck
did you get your license?
ROYCE: It just stepped out!
I don't think we hit it.
Definitely didn't hit it.
-(RAIN PATTERING)
-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
ROYCE: Well?
ROYCE: We didn't...
We didn't... (SIGHS)
-It don't matter.
-Do you think that we...
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
RONNIE: We go.
Now.
(ENGINE REVVING)
("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"
PLAYING)
I'll find a better life
For you
The stars have said
Our love's untrue
And just because
We shared a lie
There is no reason
For a soul to die
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself
Be caught in this
(WIND HOWLING)
You'll find
A better people there
A friendly love
The kind who care
And not the sort like me
(MUSIC STOPS)
(NUMBERS GROANS)
(WINDOW OPENING)
Numbers, is it?
Yes, it is.
Right, go on.
Uh, any police?
Not anymore.
-(DOOR OPENS)
-Um...
Mr. Laing was explicit
that there were to be
no weapons beyond this point.
Oh, is that right?
Um, I'm just... telling you
what his orders were.
-GRADY: Yeah?
-And Mr. Reynolds'.
And what if
I don't want to do that?
Your clothes and your weapons,
you get rid of them now.
I want reimbursing for that.
What about him?
I'm an accountant.
I've never held a gun
in my life.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
No, I don't... don't think so.
That cloth you used
to clean yourself with,
where is it?
(WIND HOWLING)
Get rid of it.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING)
(PARKING BRAKE CLICKING)
(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(SNIFFS) What is that smell?
It's country air.
You'll get used to it.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR DOOR OPENING)
(GROANS) Fuck me.
(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
Nah. Nah. No way.
No fuckin' way, man.
He say anything to you
about animals?
-No.
-(LAUGHS)
Oh, that's...
that's marvelous, that is.
(DOOR CREAKS)
RONNIE: Jesus fucking Christ.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
NUMBERS: There are
three bedrooms,
and it was
Mr. Reynolds' stipulation
that I should take
the upstairs room.
-Why?
-GRADY: Why?
As I understand it,
there are three stout locks
on the inside of the door,
and so the money
will be safest there.
Fair enough.
NUMBERS: Uh,
it's just his orders.
You understand? It's my orders.
He tell you how long
we'd be cooped up here?
Just that, uh, when it's time,
he'll send word.
It shouldn't be longer
than seven days, he reckoned.
And that there'll be
enough food and fuel
for at least a week,
and that, um...
we were not to leave the house
under any circumstances.
(CHUCKLES)
NUMBERS:
There's a bathroom upstairs.
A toilet cubicle, kitchen,
lounge, and, uh,
two other bedrooms.
Two?
You two are sharing.
Oh, goody.
NUMBERS: You should get
the... the money.
(MUMBLES)
(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)
-(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
I call top bunk.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Just don't talk
or make any kind of commotion
before ten in the morning,
and we'll be grand.
(GRUNTS)
(CLACKING)
-(DOOR CREAKING)
-(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
What's that?
That is my number one girl.
Stellaphone ST451.
Top of the range,
stereophonic sound,
and a fabulous low end.
It is rather heavy though.
I rather hoped
one of you might...
give me a hand.
No.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(RADIO STATIC)
(STATIC)
-(RADIO STATIC)
-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
("GYPSIES, TRAMPS & THIEVES"
PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
I was born in the wagon
Of a traveling show
My mama had to dance
For the money they'd throw
Papa would do
Whatever he could
You'll want to relax a bit,
or the next few days
ain't gonna be easy.
I'm good, man.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
RONNIE: Listen, don't think
about what happened back there.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
RONNIE: You gotta let it go,
or you just won't last.
You'll go under.
You'll drown.
You understand me?
I said I'm good.
It's been a long day.
I'm not hungry.
And Papa woulda shot him
If he knew what he'd done
RONNIE: Eat.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it
From the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night
All the men would come around
And lay their money down
Never had schooling
But he taught me well
With his smooth
Southern style
Three months later
I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him
For a while
(LIGHTER FLICKS)
Oh, whoa
I haven't seen him
For a while
Oh, no
She was born in a wagon
Of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance
For the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do
Whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
And sell a couple bottles
Of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it
From the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
But every night
All the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Gypsies, tramps
And thieves
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
GRADY: Dinner, is it?
Well, thanks for the invite.
(CHUCKLES)
No hard feelings anyway.
Why don't we all have a drink?
Hey? Let bygones be bygones.
(DISHES CLINKING)
("I DON'T WANT TO KNOW"
PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
Oh, he's a character, isn't he?
(CHUCKLES)
So are you lads in? Hmm?
(CHUCKLES) Come on!
Seriously?
We should be celebratin'
a job well done,
not behaving
like a bunch of Sisters.
It's been a long day,
and you've obviously had a few,
which has probably affected
your judgment,
such as it is,
but just to be clear,
you and I are not friends.
We're not even close to that.
Celebratin' a job well done?
Nah.
Your antics fucked things up
big time,
and Mr. Reynolds will no doubt
be very keen to know exactly
what happened if he hasn't
washed his hands of us already.
And he'll also want to know
why I allowed it to happen,
which isn't a conversation
I'm very much
looking forward to.
So I advise you...
firmly, you understand,
to steer well clear of me
till you and I are
far away from here.
And I'm gonna look forward
to never having to see
your fucking face again.
(EXHALES)
So that's a no then?
I love you more each day
Whoa, oh
I don't want to know
Whoa, oh, oh
I don't want to know
Whoa, oh, oh
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRADY SNORING)
-(DISHES CLATTERING)
-(GASPS)
Fuck me.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR LOCKING)
(GRADY GROANS)
(GROANS)
HAROLD: Grady?
What's that then? Surname?
Your Christian name?
It's my only name.
HAROLD: Mac says you saw some
nasty business over the water.
Very nasty. That's what I heard.
It had its moments, yeah.
I'll give you that.
But now you're looking
for other kinds of work.
I was always taught
the devil will prey
on an idle man.
He also tells me
that you don't show fear.
You got a high tolerance
for pain.
You were tortured, a way back,
by some Provos.
Practically left for dead,
but you never talked.
That Mac sure has a mouth
on him, doesn't he?
-(CHUCKLES)
-HAROLD: You see,
in my experience,
the fear of violence
is often more effective
than getting your hands dirty,
making a mess.
Mr. Reynolds,
he doesn't much care for mess.
I'd say that's a philosophy
that's done him proud.
So we understand each other?
Nice and clean.
No mistakes. Yeah.
And you listen to Ronnie.
Ronnie?
Sure.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RONNIE GROANS)
Once I started working
for Mr. Reynolds,
I didn't pay much attention
to the world around me.
What it all means.
They say that if you get things
down on paper,
it might make sense
of everything.
I'm trying.
Maybe it's too late, but...
I'm trying.
(WIND HOWLING)
(TAPPING INTENSIFIES)
(GRADY LAUGHING)
(ROYCE COUGHING)
Your boy's proving himself
to be a wee bit more amiable
than yourself
and Mr. Top of the Pops
up there.
Well, there's nothing else
to do, is there?
It's no place for a young lad,
I'll grant ya.
Trapped in the sticks
with a bunch of hoodlums.
No radios. No TVs.
No cinemas or bars.
There you go.
I don't think
that's a very good idea.
GRADY: No one's holding a gun
against his head, are they?
Besides,
missin' his lady friend,
ain't ya?
I bet the pair of 'em were at it
like a couple of jackrabbits.
-(SPITS)
-(GRADY LAUGHS)
-(TOILET FLUSHING)
-(NUMBERS SHOUTS)
-NUMBERS: Oh, stop!
-(PIPES RATTLING)
Reminds me of my old
Aunt Kelsee's place, this.
(PIPES CREAKING)
Out in the arse of nowhere,
near Garvagh.
Fucking cursed, that place is.
Cursed?
Oh, yeah.
This place has got a similar
ambiance, I can tell you.
How was it cursed?
Well...
the story goes,
the locals out in Garvagh,
they didn't care
for their chieftain too much.
Oh, we're going back
a ways, obviously,
but they didn't have the balls
to do anything about it.
So they hired someone,
an outsider,
to do the dirty work.
And he stuck a knife
in the chieftain's heart.
-Blood everywhere.
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
But old chiefy, he was back
again the next night,
-(BREATHES SOFTLY)
-...back out of his grave.
And he cursed the people,
and he cursed the land.
See, their treachery
had turned him into one
of the Marbh Bheo...
the walking dead.
And ever since then,
nothing grows there
except thorns.
(MUTTERS)
Birds won't nest there.
The crops are no good
in the fields all around.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
And no one ever, ever
goes there at night.
It's cursed Earth,
just like this place.
RONNIE: Bollocks.
"Cursed."
Just 'cause you can't see
something...
don't mean it isn't there.
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
-That's quite a yarn.
NUMBERS: Oh, no, it's fine.
(LAUGHS) Fuckin' hell!
NUMBERS: So sorry
if I startled you.
Uh, the tap upstairs is jammed,
and I just wanted to get
a glass of water.
Didn't...
didn't want to interrupt.
Care to wet your whistle
with something
a little stronger, seor?
Yes. Why not?
Say when.
(DRINK POURING)
NUMBERS: When.
Well now, there's a man
who don't fuck about.
I'm sure I know your face
from somewhere.
Did I see you at Mac's
one time maybe?
(MUTTERS)
I don't know of any Mac.
RONNIE: I have worked
for Mr. Reynolds
for a long time.
Does seem a bit odd that
our paths have never crossed.
Well, um, usually, I...
work what what you might call
behind the scenes.
Well, you're on the main stage
now, ain't ya?
-Chin chin.
-(GLASSES CLINKS)
-(GULPS)
-(GULPS)
(NUMBERS SLURPING)
(NUMBERS EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Well, thanks for that.
("LIVERPOOL LULLABY" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
Oh, you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
(MUSIC CONTINUES,
MUFFLED THROUGH FLOOR)
(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING,
CRANK POUNDING)
(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING)
Oh, you have
Your father's nose
(ADDING MACHINE CRANK POUNDING)
God.
(ADDING MACHINE
CONTINUES NOISILY)
If you're not asleep
When the boozers close
You'll get a belt...
(KNOCKS)
NUMBERS: One moment.
(DOOR UNLOCKING)
Strawberry jam tarts
In your hair
-Yes?
-What's with the racket?
I'm enumerating the money,
as per Mr. Reynolds'
instructions.
It's the middle of the night,
and I'm trying to read.
Do you think you could
enumerate it some other time?
If you insist.
It's not as if we're
in a hurry, is it?
I don't think our itineraries
are gonna be especially crowded
for the foreseeable.
The beggar drinks it...
I suppose not.
And you can give
the music a rest too
while you're at it.
Oh, I didn't take you
for a Dickens man.
No? And what kind of man
did you take me for, exactly?
It's... it's not that I didn't--
-(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
-(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
GRADY: (LAUGHING) He's wobbling,
he's wobbling, he's wobbling!
(CACKLES)
(ROYCE VOMITS)
(CACKLES)
-(CACKLING ECHOES, FADES)
-(MUSIC FADES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIPES CREAKING)
-(FAUCET SHUTS OFF)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(SLURPS)
(GLOOMY MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CLICKS)
("GOIN' OUT OF MY HEAD" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
Well, I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
(TV STATIC)
Yes, I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
Over you
Over you
I want you to want me
I need you so badly
I can't think
Of anything but you
(LIGHT FLICKERING)
And I think I'm goin'
Out of my head
Out of my head
'Cause I can't explain
The tears that I shed
Out of my head
Over you
-(ALL SHOUTING, LAUGHING)
-Over you
-(GRADY SCREAMING)
-I see you each morning
But you just walk past me
You don't even know
That I exist
Goin' out of my head
Over you
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Out of my head over you
Out of my head
Day and night
Night and day and night
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
RONNIE:
"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness."
(DREARY MUSIC PLAYING)
ROYCE: Oh.
(CREAKS, GURGLES)
ROYCE: Oh!
(GURGLES)
Oh! (MUTTERS)
(SPLASHES)
(WATER DRIPPING)
GRADY: (MUFFLED)
What the fuck have you done?
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
God...
(TOILET BUBBLING, SPLASHING)
(WHIMPERS)
Oh...
(WATER PATTERING)
(MUSIC FADES)
-(METAL CLANGING)
-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRADY GRUNTS)
RONNIE: You sure you know
what you're doin'?
GRADY: I'm a man
of many talents, me.
(METAL CLANGING)
GRADY: (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
My uncle Jackie,
Aunt Kelsee's fella,
he was a plumber.
I used to help him out
in the holidays.
This system is
from the dark ages though,
I reckon. Rusted to buggery.
-(GRUNTS)
-(PIPES CREAKING)
GRADY: (GRUNTS) There ya are.
(SIGHS) She's off now.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
I didn't do anything. What...
-You filthy fuck. (SIGHS)
-(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
-(GRADY WHISTLES)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(FLY BUZZING)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
-(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
-(GRADY WHISTLING)
We've now reached
what you might call
a moment of crisis.
Still no word from Mr. Reynolds.
The food and fuel
are running out,
and then there's, uh...
There's that.
ROYCE: What if he
isn't gonna send anyone?
Mr. Reynolds?
What if he's decided
it's too risky,
so he's just cut us loose?
What if the police
have got to him?
Could be on their way here
right now, for all we know.
Your imagination's
runnin' away with you.
-And what if he's right?
-RONNIE: Yeah?
My best guess is
that your fun and games
with a certain security guard
has got a lot of people
sniffin' around
and makin' a nuisance
of themselves,
and Mr. Reynolds needs
the four of us
to stay tucked away
somewhere safe
until they stop sniffing.
And how long will that be?
Before or after
we starve to death?
Well, whose fault is that?
(JAW CRACKLES)
What if we were to split it?
Between us?
RONNIE: You're young.
I'll bear that in mind,
but I urge you
to think very carefully
before you say something
like that to me ever again.
So just to be clear...
your plan is for us
to just sit here
and suck our thumbs, right?
-No.
-GRADY: No?
No.
We send him.
(CHUCKLES) Him?
The lad can't stay awake
for more than 20 seconds.
He'll be upside down in a ditch
before he makes it
off the grounds.
He's got no direct link
to the job. He's well spoken.
We tart him up a bit,
there'll be nothing about him
that'll stir things up too much.
Well, I'm afraid
that's completely
out of the question.
In my experience,
when Mr. Reynolds
gives an order,
it's wise to follow it
to the letter.
And in this instance,
as I've already explained,
the order was that no one
was to leave the house
under any circumstances.
And that includes me.
Well, Sleeping Beauty...
these aren't just
any circumstances, are they?
The plumbing is fucked,
you might've noticed that,
it being the reason
the whole place smells worse
than a tanner's yard.
And we've got food and drink
for maybe two more days at best.
So right now... (YELLS)
...I don't give a fuck
about your orders,
you understand?
-Sit down.
-Or what, big man?
Sit down.
Please.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(SPITS)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(WIND HOWLING)
-(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SNORES SOFTLY)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
(GASPS)
(BREATHES SOFTLY)
(WATER DRIPPING)
(GROANS)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
-(WHISPERS) Who is it?
-How the fuck should I know?
-The police?
-(KNIFE CLANGING)
(DOOR KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Well, if it is, they came
on foot. There's no car.
That's a last resort.
We don't need
another fucking bloodbath.
(DOOR POUNDING)
I'll take the lead.
(DOOR POUNDING CONTINUES)
(ENCHANTING MUSIC PLAYING)
Hello.
-Are you lost, love?
-No. The boss sent me.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Then I suppose
you'd better come in.
-C: Hello.
-(DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING)
(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)
RONNIE: My apologies.
They're, uh...
They're not properly
house trained.
What's your name?
C.
C?
GRADY: What's that? A codename?
Short for Caroline
or Cynthia or something?
You certainly look like
you could be a Caroline.
In the Latin, that means a free
and beautiful woman.
RONNIE: Did he say
when he was coming?
The boss, I mean. Have you got
any messages from him?
C: No. I don't deal
with him directly.
I was just told
that I should come here
to the house...
find out what you might need.
RONNIE: Well,
we appreciate that.
Actually, you've just come
in the nick of time
'cause we were starting
to get worried.
Should we, uh,
should we go into the kitchen?
I'm a little house trained.
RONNIE: Royce...
I'll check the cupboards,
you write it all down.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
Could, uh, could we have a word?
It can wait.
Ronnie, I... I need--
I don't want to take up too much
of this young lady's time.
I don't know about that.
It's brought a breath of fresh
air to the place, if you ask me.
Right, eggs, bacon,
sausages, cheese,
milk, orange juice...
-(BOTTLES CLINKING)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
-Are you gettin' all this down?
-(FRIDGE DOOR CLOSES)
I can help you with that,
if you like.
Skipped too much school,
is that it?
Too much time out and about,
gallivantin'. Up to no good.
You reap what you sow.
-(NOTEPAD SLAMS)
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(CHUCKLES)
Kids these days, eh?
Could you, uh...
Could you pop a couple
of bottles of scotch on there
while you're at it?
Maybe round it up to half a case
just to be on the safe side.
You have lovely eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that?
Bright as a mountain stream,
they are.
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)
As I said, I apologize.
We've been here too long.
(CHUCKLES)
That won't be necessary.
It's all taken care of.
-Are you sure?
-C: Yeah.
RONNIE: If you could get
a message to the boss,
it would put my mind at ease.
You tell him that what happened,
what went wrong...
was out of control.
It wasn't my fault.
I'll see you later.
-(DOOR OPENING)
-Bye.
God.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, she's a right goer,
I reckon.
Proper filthy.
You even think about laying
a finger on her...
and you're a dead man.
(CHUCKLES)
-You're too sensitive.
-(MUSIC FADES)
I was just being hypothetical.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: It's Mr. Reynolds'
belief that we all have
a part that we're meant
to play in the world.
So, when he found you
trying to make off
with his Drophead Coupe
on Uxbridge Street,
do you remember what he said?
-It was my lucky day.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
And that we'd look after you.
Raise you right,
provide you with a family.
(CHUCKLES)
Now, you'd seen something
you wanted,
and you tried to take it.
There's nothing wrong
with ambition.
Just gotta be channeled
in the right direction.
And like I said,
it's his belief that, sometimes,
these things happen
for a reason.
What will be will be.
Well...
it's time for you to take
a step up in the world, Dennis.
Another chapter in the story
that began all those years ago
on Uxbridge Street.
But they don't call you Dennis
these days, do they? (CHUCKLES)
-No.
-No, it's Royce now, isn't it?
Rollers that you go in for.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-Right.
-HAROLD: Yeah.
Well, Royce...
I find myself, at short notice,
suddenly light on a driver,
so... (INHALES)
Once again,
today is your lucky day.
Opportunity knocks,
it would seem.
HAROLD: So, don't fuck it up.
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
-(DOOR KNOCKING)
I've been doing this
for nearly 40 years.
Stealing, hurting people,
serving time.
With... with a record like mine,
there was never any chance
for a proper job,
a fresh start, rehabilitation.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Most of the time, if I'm honest,
I never really wanted it anyway.
Much easier just to do
what you know,
stick instead of twist.
We all do it.
Listen, I'm not you.
I'm not anything like you.
-They'll have to catch me.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SIGHS) They always do, son.
They always do.
You don't know me.
About 20 years ago...
I served some serious time...
and I missed the birth
of my daughter.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
I missed watching her grow up
as a little girl.
I missed all of it.
And when I came out...
I learned that she told
all her friends I was dead.
That I'd died
before she was even born.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(WIND HOWLING)
(INHALES DEEPLY) Anyways...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
They were running classes
in there, inside.
And I didn't have anything else
to do, so I went.
And I learned to read and write.
Yeah, 33 years old,
and I'm reading books
about dogs and balloons
and tractors.
Everything that I missed
when I should've been in school,
learning, but I was off being
Charlie Big Bollocks instead.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
RONNIE: I was hungry for it.
I was ravenous.
But it was too late.
You can tell people
you've changed,
but they've heard it all before.
They think you're having
them on. They don't believe you.
And after a while,
after you've come out,
you think you're different,
you think you've changed...
and you stop believing it too.
And then you're standing
in a marsh
in Essex at midnight...
and you're digging
the grave of some poor sod
who said and did
the wrong thing...
just like you did...
ten years ago.
Yeah, well...
Mr. Reynolds...
seems to think I'm good enough.
Seems to think
I got what it takes.
Well, maybe you do.
He always used to say that
to me.
And that didn't turn out
too well, did it?
But it's not too late for you.
When we finally get out of here,
you get your share of the money.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
RONNIE: You stay far away
from Mr. Reynolds...
and that fucking psychopath
out there.
(MUSIC FADES)
Don't end up like me.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
RONNIE: When I'm done...
when I'm out,
I was hopin' I could see ya.
(LAMB BLEATS)
RONNIE: I probably
won't recognize you now.
In my mind,
you're still a little girl.
Anyway,
I hope that we can do that
one day.
You've gotta have something
to look forward to.
Otherwise...
what's the point of carryin' on?
(BLEATS)
Yes, I've still got
To meet him
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
-(MUSIC SKIPPING)
("CONVERSATIONS" PLAYING
OVER STELLAPHONE)
(MUSIC FADES)
(STELLAPHONE CLICKING)
-(INSECT BUZZING)
-(WATER DRIPPING)
(LIGHTS FLICKERING)
(DISHES CLINKING SOFTLY)
Some of that water's gotten
into the electrics, I'd say.
And when the lights go out...
then what the fuck
are we gonna do?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Did it ever occur to you that,
like the young fella said...
he's given us up?
If he's done that,
then why send the girl?
To lull us into a false sense
of security, I reckon.
Keep up the pretense.
And then?
When we're all half mad
from being cooped up in here,
he sends Laing
and a couple of his boys
to pay us a visit,
finish us off.
Then they take the money
back to the boss man,
and he keeps the lot.
Sure, I think the young lady's
given him an update
on our situation.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
The question is...
what do we do about it?
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
When she comes back...
I think we're gonna have
a little fun first though,
me and her.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, she was givin' plenty
of signals out earlier.
A wee bit o' rough and tumble.
(BLOWS)
I think you're mistaken
about a great deal of things.
Thing is, though...
(GRUNTS) ...it don't matter
what you think.
We only deferred to you
because of him,
and if he's decided
to fuck us over...
then I'm done deferrin',
if you catch my drift.
Right.
GRADY: So,
me and the young lady,
well, we're gonna have our...
have our fun,
then I'm gonna take
my share of the money,
and then...
I'm gonna get
the fuck out of here.
That's pretty much how things
are gonna pan out, I think.
(WATER SQUELCHING)
-Just leave the girl out of it.
-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
Didn't you hear
what I just said?
-Just leave her.
-GRADY: Oh, wait.
(LAUGHS) No, no, no,
no, no, don't...
Don't tell me.
She reminds you
of your daughter, is that it?
Yeah, about the same age,
not quite the little girl
who she once was.
That's... (LAUGHS)
That's why this is such
a big thing for you, isn't it?
Yeah, givin' it all the...
All the big man bit,
but at the end of the day,
you know, underneath it all,
you're just as soft
as a fuckin' teddy bear.
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
You don't know when
to shut up, do you?
-(GRUNTS)
-(MUSIC FADES)
-(RONNIE PANTS)
-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
Help me pick him up.
(WIND HOWLING)
RONNIE: I read something once.
It seemed to sum everything up.
It was something like...
"Hell is empty 'cause
all the devils are here."
-"All the devils are here."
-(FLICKERING)
(DOOR KNOCKING)
RONNIE: Can you open the door?
We need to talk.
I'm afraid I can't
at this particular moment.
Why?
NUMBERS: I've come down
with a fever, and, um,
I'm just having
a little lie down at the moment,
as it were.
We've had some issues.
Grady.
I've had to take care of him.
If that was necessary,
I'm sure you've done
the right thing.
A bit of a pill, he was.
Uh, I'm sorry, I really must try
and get some more rest.
Uh, we can speak again
in the morning.
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
NUMBERS: But I've just got
a little fever.
I'm sure it'll pass.
(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)
RONNIE: Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
(FOOTSTEPS STOMPING)
RONNIE: Fuck! Fuck!
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
HAROLD: I know
this isn't your usual forte,
but there was little time
for me to set this up, so...
here's how it's gonna go.
You'll be meeting three men.
Three men with a van load
full of currency
which, at that moment, will be
hotter than the Earth's core.
Just look after the money.
Make sure none of it goes
for a stroll
in the middle of the night.
Remember how we helped you out
of that rather
unfortunate situation?
Now it's time
to repay the favor.
Sit tight, stay put,
until you get word
from Mr. Reynolds.
Hmm?
-Any questions, Charles?
-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(CHOKES, SPITS)
(GROANS)
(SIGHS)
(SPITTING, GROANING)
He didn't have the balls
to finish me off then?
Why does that not surprise me?
And the electrics have
finally given up the ghost
as well, I see.
Hmm.
Well, this has been
a right hoot,
this has, hasn't it?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
A real humdinger.
It probably won't surprise you,
but this isn't the first time
I've been tied to a chair.
(CHUCKLES)
You're awake then.
GRADY: Well, sure.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
I was enjoying
the peace and quiet.
Well, you shoulda put me to bed
for good then, shouldn't ya?
Go on.
Go and get a few hours' kip,
and then we'll switch over.
I don't want him
left by himself.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Oh, now he decides
to have a drink.
RONNIE: Yeah, well...
Been that kind of day.
(CHUCKLES)
GRADY: Earlier on,
when we were talkin',
before you threw that
electric toaster at my head...
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Before you decided
to assault me like that
Well, it was
the cumulative effect
of what seemed
like a great many days
in your company.
An eternity, in fact.
Well, I was gonna
tell you something.
And what makes you think
I'm interested
in anything that you got to say?
Oh, you'll be interested
in this particular something,
I can guaran-fucking-tee it.
All right, then.
Illuminate me.
Mr. La-di-da up there,
Mr. Never-comes-out-of-his-room,
Mr. Currently-has-all-our-money
despite-not-earning-
a-single-fucking-penny-of-it...
I know who he is.
See, I got a thing for faces.
It just took a while
for the old penny to drop.
And who is he exactly?
A fuckin' kiddie fiddler,
that's who.
Him?
Nah.
GRADY: Yeah,
it was in the papers.
Charles Hussey is his real name.
A right posh cunt.
Used to teach piano to the kids
of other people
with lots of money,
and then he was accused
of tryin' to feel 'em up.
Case was thrown out
on a technicality, but...
reading between the lines,
it was pretty fuckin' obvious
he'd done it.
Now...
I'm no saint...
but even I'd draw the line
at that, I would.
(SOFT, DARK MUSIC PLAYING)
Innocent until proven guilty.
GRADY: No smoke without fire.
Seven different kids it was.
Now, one...
One might have
an overactive imagination, yeah,
but seven?
(WHISPERS) No.
No, I'm not buyin' that.
Sticks in my craw
that he stands to get a cut,
especially as he wasn't there
at the sharp end,
then you add in what he did
to those poor, innocent--
What he allegedly did.
What I plumb fuckin' reckon
he did,
and it leaves
a fucking bitter taste.
Not the type of individual
I'd usually associate
myself with. No, sir.
You obviously have
the high moral standard
of someone who talks idly
about raping a girl
and who recently pummeled
an innocent man to death
for a bit of fun.
(LAUGHS)
Nobody's perfect.
(CHUCKLES)
Why don't we put
our differences aside,
you and me?
Go up there, take what's ours,
because I don't trust
that fucker to not do a runner,
especially now our situation
is gettin' desperate.
He's got access
to the wheels, hasn't he?
I went up there earlier.
He wouldn't open the door.
Said he had a fever.
Stalling for time.
Plain as fucking day.
I've sent out word to the boss--
(SCREAMS) We're on
our fucking own!
Isn't that obvious?!
He's figured that out,
and now he's about to pull
a fucking fast one.
And the rest of us, we'll be
stuck here with no money
and no fucking motor either!
So if you let me go,
I'll deal with the situation!
No! I know the way
you deal with situations.
Now, whatever his name is,
he doesn't have the necessaries
to double cross us
and certainly not
Mr. Reynolds either
because he knows him
and knows what he would do
if he did that.
So thanks for the chat.
Don't be stupid.
I'm giving you a way
out of this, you fat--
(PANTS SOFTLY)
(SOFT, GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(WIND HOWLING)
(PIGS SQUEALING)
It's me.
I'm gonna get my head down
for a bit, just a couple hours.
-That's all.
-ROYCE: And what if he wakes up?
RONNIE: Well,
if he starts speakin',
then you gag him.
Don't listen to his bollocks.
If you need me, come and get me.
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
-(WIND HOWLING)
-(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)
(GRADY GROANING)
(WINCING)
(LAUGHING)
(GROANS)
You again.
It's like musical
fucking chairs in here.
Hard to keep up.
How about one of those for me?
(CHUCKLES)
When I was about your age,
I was in a seminary.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
I know, it's...
hard to believe, right?
But I'd had that shite
drilled into me
since I was crawlin'.
And I believed it too.
God, sin...
the Devil, and all that.
(LAUGHING)
Ah...
It's shite.
(CHUCKLES)
There ain't no Lord.
Never was.
There ain't nothin'.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
You see something you want,
you reach out,
and you fucking take it.
Something or someone tries
to get in the way of that,
you make sure you remove 'em
thoroughly from the equation.
There is no God in Heaven...
no reward for the just.
Only the here and now.
Only the moment
and what you fuckin' do with it.
Strong or weak.
Alive or dead.
Win or lose.
Yeah, those are the only things
that matter.
(PANTING)
(DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
Ronnie. Ronnie!
-Ronnie, you gotta come.
-What's wrong?
Come quick. Come quick!
-(GRUNTS)
-(RONNIE GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
You're gonna need to help me.
(METAL CLANGING)
He weighs a fucking ton.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
-(GRADY GROANING, GRUNTING)
-(ROYCE GROANING, GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
I'll deal with you later.
(GROANING)
(SIGHS)
I gave him the same offer
I gave you.
He just chose not to take it.
(WHISTLING)
-(DOOR THUDDING)
-(GASPS)
What's going on?
GRADY: Change of plans,
that's what.
-(GASPS)
-(GRUNTING)
GRADY: I fuckin' knew it.
It's not what it looks like.
Oh, no? What is it then?
"No weapons allowed," he says.
Un-fucking-believable.
I... I don't want to have
to shoot you.
Oh, you won't shoot me.
(WHIMPERS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(SCREAMS)
-(GASPING) Stay back!
(GASPS, WHIMPERS)
GRADY: Hi, Charles.
Nice to make your acquaintance.
What?
Charles "The Pedo" Hussey.
Isn't it?
No, I wasn't. I wasn't--
Yeah, I'm not interested.
-(WHIMPERS)
-(GASPS)
Oh, you didn't want to do that.
-(SCREAMS)
-(GROANS) Fuck!
-(GUN CLATTERING)
-(GRADY GROANING)
Oh, I've had enough of this.
(WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMING)
-(GRADY GRUNTING)
-(NUMBERS SCREAMING)
Oh, you silly boy.
(NUMBERS GROANING)
So this is what you've
been doin' up here, eh?
(CLICKING TONGUE)
-(NEEDLE CLATTERING)
-GRADY: Naughty boy.
You tell me
where you put the keys,
and I'll let those other limbs
stay where they are.
How does that sound?
Wait, not yet, not yet.
Keys.
The Land Rover.
At the... the bottom of...
the red toolbox in the back.
Attaboy.
I told you,
but you didn't listen.
He's a psychopath.
He can't be trusted.
GRADY: I need a pair
of hands up here!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
-(GRUNTS)
-(NUMBERS WHIMPERING)
(GROANS)
Yeah, sorry about the mess.
ROYCE: What did you-- Fuck!
-Couldn't be helped.
-ROYCE: Oh, my God.
(RETCHING)
He was tryin' to do a runner.
(GROANING)
(SIGHS)
Go grab another one of those.
I'll go get the car.
(NUMBERS LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
-(METAL CLANGING)
-(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHS)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(PANTS)
Don't ask.
Let's grab the rest.
That car
you was tellin' me about,
what was it, Silver something?
Silver Cloud.
Silver Cloud, that's the one.
You can buy
a whole fleet of 'em now.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
-(SNIFFLES)
-(ROYCE WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRADY GROANING)
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
-Jesus. Oh!
-(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANS)
Where's the kid?!
-Hey?
-(GROANS)
Where's the kid?!
-(PANTS)
-(GRADY WHIMPERING)
You're too sensitive,
is the problem.
(GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(BOTH GROAN)
-(GRUNTS)
-(GROANS)
(GRADY GRUNTING)
(RONNIE GROANING)
(SCREAMS)
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
(SCREAMS) Fuck!
-(GRADY SPITTING)
-(RONNIE GRUNTING)
-(BOTH GROAN)
-(PIGS SQUEALING)
Fucking cunt.
(BOTH GROAN)
(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)
(GRADY SCREAMING)
(BOTH GROAN)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GROAN)
-(RONNIE GRUNTING)
-(PANTS)
Adios, big man!
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GUNSHOT)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(RONNIE PANTING)
(GROANS)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(RONNIE COUGHING)
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PANTS)
(PANTS)
I fucked it up, didn't I?
Did you get a message,
to the boss?
He said you have to stay here.
I don't want to stay here.
The others have
to stay here too.
The others?
The others are dead.
I know.
And what about... you?
I have to go.
Please.
I need help.
(SHUSHES)
It's no good makin' a fuss.
This is how it has to be.
RONNIE: C...
Why am I here?
You can tell me now.
It doesn't matter anymore,
does it?
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
You get a sense
for these things.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
-Look out!
-(SCREAMS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(LIGHT FLICKERING)
-(CAR HORN HONKING)
(CAR HORN HONKING STEADILY)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
RONNIE: Hell is empty...
'cause we're all here.
(GASPS)
(LOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)
It looks like
we're gonna be here...
for a little while longer.
(PIGS GRUNTING)
(PIG SQUEALING, ECHOING)
("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"
PLAYING)
I'll find
A better life for you
The stars have said
Our love's untrue
And just
Because we shared a lie
There is no reason
For a soul to die
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself
Be caught in this
You'll find
A better people there
A friendly love
The kind who care
And not the sort
Like me you've found
We're mean and hard
And we push around
(VOCALIZING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Don't hang around
And let yourself be caught
(SCATTING)
I've got a soul
And you broke my heart
Find a new scene
And let us depart
Follow
Follow
Follow
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)