Semolina Pilchard (2026) Movie Script

1
- One beer for you, sir,
and a pinot for the lady.
- Thank you, Sarah.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're most welcome,
enjoy.
Hi there, is everything okay
for you?
- Yes, it's wonderful.
- Wonderful, well, if you do
need anything else,
be sure to let me know.
Um, what time is your break?
- Why? Do you want to join me?
- Oh, come on, Donny.
- I don't know.
You can take yours now,
if you like.
It's not as if we're
overly busy.
- You sure?
- Positive.
- Yes.
- Um, I'm just going to go
outside for five.
Can you do me
a soda, please?
The bar at the
Claringdon Hotel
was the third place I worked
at in the last five months.
And compared to the last
two dives,
it was a breath of fresh air.
Yeah, the hourly rate
wasn't the best,
but the place wasn't filled
with drunken lowlifes either.
With rooms at the hotel
averaging 250 a night,
these people had money.
And it wasn't just the tips.
The job had other perks.
Free drinks, great tips,
and good sex.
What's not to love?
I never thought I'd actually
enjoy working in a hotel bar.
But after five years
since leaving home,
I finally found
a piece of happiness.
It wasn't much,
but it was all mine.
And no one was going to take
it away from me.
- Can you do me a solid
before you take your break?
Just go and see
the order from the walk-ins.
- Sure.
Or so I thought.
Gentlemen, welcome to the
Claringdon Hotel.
Can I get you both
something to drink?
- No.
- Okay. Um, well,
if you do need anything,
be sure to let me know.
- Sit with us.
- As much as I would love to,
I'm currently working,
so I'm afraid...
- Sit down, Clara.
- You must have me mistaken,
my name's Sarah.
- Clara, come on,
don't fuck about.
Just sit down.
We're not here to cause trouble.
- Well, who are you
and what do you want?
- Stop worrying.
I work with your dad, Gerry.
He wants to see you.
- How does he know
where to find me?
- Come on.
You didn't really think
he'd let his little girl
vanish into thin air, did you?
He's always known
where you were.
We're here to take you back.
- Absolutely not.
No, I've got to work.
It's too late to find cover now.
- Your old man told us
we have to take you back,
no matter what.
So, let your boss know
you're going home.
Tell him there's been a family
emergency or something.
It took me over a year
to build up the courage
to leave home.
Then another five years to get
my life back in order.
I swore to myself
I'd never return,
but now, in under a minute,
I was convinced...
No, hang on.
Scrap that.
Forced to go back by Tweedledum
and fucking Tweedledee.
Well, I'll have to go
back to my apartment
and collect
some of my belongings.
- No.
We haven't got the time.
- Either I go and collect
my belongings,
or I don't go.
You two wait here.
- No chance.
- Excuse me?
I need to change my clothes.
Do you really think
that my dad would be happy
if you two watched
me get undressed?
The thought of spending
a few hours in a car
with those two fucking blurts
turns me stomach.
It'd be a breeze
to bolt right now,
but I know my old man.
He wouldn't send for me
if it weren't serious.
So, I'll humour him, but...
When I left, the first thing
I did was buy a new phone.
I changed my number,
but I saved everyone
else's just in case.
That way, I could reach
out to them if I wanted,
but they couldn't contact me.
Amy?
Yeah?
- It's Clara.
Clara? Oh my God!
I've been worried sick for
fucking years, you're still...
- Listen,
I'm coming home
and I could really do with
somewhere to crash.
I have a room free,
I have a room free.
Girl, you have to come
and stay with me.
Well,
I'm just jumping the train,
I'll be back
in a couple of hours.
I could really do with
a ride too, if you're free?
I'll be there!
Looking forward
to catching up too.
You say that love
will capture me
But not unless
you give it free
We're sailing
on the seven seas
Sister Ray is on TV
The light of love,
it shines so bright
That the FBI
won't sleep tonight
People try to drag us down
So we learn to swim
before we drown
'Cause I'm so in awe of you
That I don't know what to do
Oh, for fuck's sake,
you dirty twat!
The seven seas so blue
And I'm so in awe of you
That I don't know what to do
And I'm sailing
on the seven seas so blue
This is the part I dread.
Don't get me wrong,
I'll always love Amy,
but I can only handle
her in small doses.
She's got a good heart,
but she can be rather...
How can I put this?
Irritating.
I hope in the last five years,
she's calmed down.
She hasn't calmed down.
If anything, she's worse.
I can't believe it.
I can't fucking believe it.
Clara Reynolds, back in my car.
It's been what, five years?
Five long ones.
What the hell
happened to you?
I needed to go away
for a while to fix myself.
When you grow up
surrounded by drugs,
no matter how smart
or strong you think you are,
you'll likely find yourself
falling into that lifestyle
at some point.
After all,
life can feel dull and
shitty without a bit of
chemical excitement.
The rush, the buzz,
the insatiable urge to screw
and spew nonsensical bollocks
all night
whilst in some strangers
fucking kitchen.
It almost makes life bearable.
The thing about having
an out-of-control habit
is it doesn't exactly
make you sociable.
I saw Amy less
and less those days
as she was too busy studying
to be a nurse
or a doctor or some shit.
My only true partner in crime
was Des.
From the graffiti-laden
desks of high school
to the piss-soaked walls
of drug dens,
we were always in together.
It's all fun
and games for a while,
until one day, it's not.
One day, you wake up
wondering what the hell
happened to your life.
How you ended up on this road
full of potholes,
Colombian talc
and disco tablets.
I needed out.
- Where are you going, Clara?
- Home.
And out I went.
- I understand you needed
time and space,
but couldn't you have at least
told me before you left?
I was fucking worried, Clara.
- Well, no, 'cause you'd have
tried to talk me out of it.
You would have said
you've had a spare room
and you would have looked
after me.
I needed away from the city.
- But I do have a spare room,
I would have taken care of you.
- See.
- So, what do you think?
- It's nice.
- Thanks.
It took me ages
to piece it all together,
grabbing bits whenever
I could afford it.
But I'm pretty happy
with how it's turned out.
- I bet you are. It's lovely.
- You're in luck, actually.
I had two tenants.
One had this room,
but they fucked off last month.
Good riddance.
She was a right pain.
Anyway, I've not got round
to finding a new tenant yet,
so you can have her old room.
- Thanks.
Who's your other tenant?
- Who, Max?
Oh, you wouldn't
be interested in him.
- Why?
- Only joking, Clara.
He's fine, all right, but...
- But what?
- Well, he's hardly ever here.
Sometimes he's gone for days,
or he'll roll in
at the crack of dawn
and then vanish again
till the next day.
- Why? What does he do?
- Not entirely sure.
Something to do with money.
Finance, maybe?
Pays up on time, though.
- Have you fucked him?
- Clara!
- What?
Don't tell me you've turned into
a prude after all these years.
- No, I haven't
had sex with him.
Not that I wouldn't,
given half a chance.
So, why are you back?
- Dad needs me.
- What for?
- Don't know yet.
- Well, I hope it's not to get
you mixed up in, you know...
- No.
No, he knows better than that.
That's for Danika, not me.
I don't remember
a time before Danika.
It's like she's
always been here.
What I do remember, though,
is when I realised what
kind of a man my father was.
- My girls always seem to flock
to you first.
- Well that's because you see
them all the time,
and I bring them treats.
- Thank you.
Stevie, dear Stevie.
He treated Danika and me
like his favourite girls.
We called him uncle.
He was more than
my dad's friend.
He was his right-hand man.
Stevie also checked on us
when my dad was busy,
and he helped him
build his empire.
I think my dad had always
been up to no good,
even as a kid.
But one day,
he saw an opportunity,
and he grabbed it.
With Stevie by his side,
my dad started to flood
the city with drugs.
Coke and pills
were the big earners,
but he wasn't
shy from selling weed too.
Weed grown in the
attics of some
locals who were in his debt.
While Stevie managed
the local dealers,
they flocked to him for the
white powder and tablets.
The drugs spread like
wildfire to every town.
It was everywhere,
and nobody
did anything about it.
The police were clueless,
and the doormen,
they were either
getting high themselves
or too scared to act.
Everyone was on it,
and people kept
their mouths shut.
As for my dad,
he made a lot of money.
People respected him.
Danika and I lacked
for nothing.
Food, clothes, bills,
everything was taken care of,
courtesy of the drugs.
For us Reynolds girls,
life was really good.
Until...
word got out
that my father was raking in
a crazy amount of cash.
And though he initially thought
the attacks were coming
from a Manchester-based gang,
it turned out to be another
family from Liverpool:
the Donnellys.
They wanted a piece of the pie
and began targeting anyone
associated with Gerry Reynolds.
So my dad did what
he thought was best.
He started to fight
fire with fire.
Bodies from both sides were
dropping in rapid succession.
They made the national news.
A gang war was taking
place on the streets,
and it forced the
police to dive
deep into all the killings.
The war had to come to an end,
or both my father
and the Donnellys
would lose everything.
So they agreed upon a truce.
No more bloodshed.
Gerry refrained from meddling
in Billy Donnelly's
drug operations in South
Liverpool and Scotland,
while Gerry leveraged
his connections
to expand his drug trade
across the rest of the UK.
Both men honoured
their agreement,
but a new threat loomed,
emerging from the shadows.
With the police now
coming down hard
on all criminal activity
in the city,
my father had to do something
about all the money coming in.
He had to clean it.
So he bought a few
legitimate businesses.
A sunbed salon here,
a bar there,
even a fucking butcher's.
But his favourite was the local
betting shop.
Not only was the betting
shop making money,
but he also used it to hide the
money coming in from the drugs.
Obviously, at seven years old,
I didn't know about
any of this.
I didn't know
what my father did,
and it didn't really
cross my mind to ask.
I was totally
oblivious to everything.
Well, until...
I never did find out
what Stevie had done
to make my dad
want to kill him.
All I know is,
I have missed
him ever since that day.
Stevie.
Dear Uncle Stevie.
- I'll have another beer, Dan.
- I hope you don't think
I'm paying for that?
- What?
- You fucked up.
Put your hands in your own
pockets for a change.
Drinks are the perks
of a job well done.
Can you believe the cheek
on this guy?
- It wasn't our fault.
- Of course
it was your fucking fault.
Who else can we blame?
Just get him a drink, Dan,
before he starts
bawling like a baby.
- Whatever you say, Danika.
- Happy now?
- So do you know why I've been
summoned back, then?
- No.
He just wanted to see you.
Must be important, though.
All's I know is that he told me
where to find you,
and to get Davey and Lucas
to grab you and bring you home.
But we all know how that fucking
turned out, don't we?
- And you've got no idea why?
- Beats me.
You know what he's like.
I'm kept out of the loop unless
he needs me to do something.
If he needs me to make a deal,
or get one of the dogs
to collect what's owed,
then he's singing like
a fucking songbird.
Anything else and he's
a tight-lipped get.
- Where is he?
- He's just out back
speaking to someone.
He'll be out soon.
Word of warning though, Clara.
He's getting on.
Five years is a long
time not seeing anyone.
Especially your dad.
So what have you been doing
with your time then?
- Ah, you know,
just this and that.
- Five years of this and that?
- Yeah.
Just put myself
back together.
That and life, you know.
- To be honest,
I half expected you to walk
in pushing a stroller
with a niece or nephew that I've
not had a chance to meet yet.
- Well, sorry to disappoint.
- So how long
are you back for then?
- Well, considering I wasn't
actually planning
on coming
back in the first place,
I don't know, not long.
A day, maybe.
- A fucking day?
- Well I suppose that depends,
doesn't it?
- Right.
- Thank you, mate.
- Yeah, go on.
- There she is.
Eh? The peach.
- Hi, Dad.
- Ah.
- Oh, she could have been
a stage actress,
this girl,
with a face like that, eh?
- Do you want
another drink, Dad?
- I've still got one here.
And...
I believe you've got some
business to take care of?
- I can do it later.
Clara's here.
- Yeah, too right, she's home.
Look, Danika, go on,
sort your business out.
Me and Clara have got
some catching up to do.
- But, Dad?
- Yeah, now, Danika.
Don't fucking keep
people waiting.
- So much for the fucking
family get-together.
- My little girl.
Well, you're looking great.
You're not still caning
the gear, are you?
- No, no.
- That is right.
Come on, you're too good to be
throwing that shit up your nose.
Did you get the money
I was putting
into your account every month?
- Yeah, I did. Thank you.
- Well, I had to help, didn't I?
Look, I know you wanted
to get away, eh?
Be Little Miss Independent
and all that.
But a daddy's got to do what
a daddy's got to do, eh?
- I know.
- So, what have I missed?
Any boyfriends I've got
to torture?
- No, no boyfriends.
- Girlfriends, then?
- No, none of them either.
- Okay.
How's the hotel business?
How are you
getting on with that?
- Okay.
Listen, Dad...
I know you want to catch up
and stuff,
and I appreciate that,
but what's going on?
Why have you send for me?
- Look...
I thought we might be able
to have a little chat first,
but, well...
but I suppose I'm better just
ripping the Band-Aid off, and...
I'm dying, Clara.
- What?
- Cancer.
Not good.
- Well, what type of cancer?
- Liver.
- Well, what a fucking surprise.
- Life is one big surprise.
Trust me.
Look, I need your help.
Can you to stick around a while?
- How long's a while?
- A while's a while.
As much as it pains me
to admit it,
I'm just going to suck it up
and come right out with it.
I need your help.
I need your
eyes on everything,
you know, after I've gone.
- I won't get involved
in the family business, Dad.
Not a drop of it.
But I'll stick around for a
while to make sure you're okay.
- Wait just a minute.
What the fuck did he just say to
you that he wouldn't say to me?
- He's dying.
- Clara.
Get up!
- Ow!
Go away!
- But I've got you some brekkie.
Hurry up, it's gonna get cold.
- Just give me a few
minutes to wake up.
Since when does Liverpool
get so fucking sunny?
- Since you arrived, I guess.
- No, love, I don't usually
eat this time of morning.
- You never used to eat
because you'd still be coming
down around this time.
Now, if you really
want to be healthy,
you make sure to eat
three meals a day.
- I don't want
three meals a day.
I'll put on too much weight,
and fast.
- Nonsense.
Eat properly, get some exercise,
you won't even put a pound on.
- Eh, is that for...?
- Oh, Max.
Clara, Clara, Max.
- Hi.
- Clara's an old friend.
She's going to be staying
in the spare room for a while.
Oh, shit. I best shoot.
Right, are you sure you're
going to be all right?
- Yes.
- You have my number and the
spare key if you need me.
- I'll be fine.
- It's good
to have you back, Clara.
Right, see youse both later.
- See you later.
So, Amy said you're
working in finance?
How are you finding it living
with Amy?
Is she not being too
overbearing?
Good chat.
- What are you doing tonight?
- What?
- I'll meet you at the Clover
Bar for a drink, yeah?
- Okay.
What time
do you call this?
- Quarter past.
Always fucking late.
Never on time.
They work for us,
not the other way around.
Swear one of these days
I'll flip my fucking lid.
- Do you want me to phone them?
- Am I having a case of fucking
deja vu here?
We turn up every fortnight
and they're nowhere to be seen.
Then you turn around
and spout the shit.
Do you want me
to call them for you?'
And what do I say, Davey?
Eh? What do I always say?
- I can't remember.
- Well, stone me dead.
You can't fucking
remember again, can you?
I tell you every fortnight
that we don't use phones
for business.
One slip-up and we're done for.
Everything me dad's built
will be down the shit drain.
Now, I might ring me dad,
tell him that shit's
been sorted,
but I'll use a code that only
he'll understand.
But you?
You stay off
those fucking phones.
I mean it, Davey.
I don't even want to see
you playing fucking
Flappy Bird while we're out.
Have you got that?
- I don't play Flappy Bird.
- Well, whatever
it is that you fucking play,
you know what I mean.
- Danika.
Davey.
- Where the fuck
have you guys been?
I shouldn't be waiting
in the middle of a car park
across the water
for you pricks to turn up.
I've got stuff to be doing.
- There's been loads
of traffic, okay?
- Traffic? Out here? Fuck off.
Let's just get this over
and done with.
- Nice one.
Same time again
in two weeks, eh?
- Do me a favour.
Be on time from now on.
I don't want to be waiting,
freezing my tits off
for you pricks.
Got it?
- Yeah, sound.
See you later.
- Dicks.
Yeah, the horse
has left the stable
and it's been collected
by the jockey.
Yeah, I'll be back shortly.
Yeah, I've not spoken to Clara
since yesterday.
I'm sure she's fine
and you'll see her soon.
Okay, bye.
- What's wrong with you?
- Mind your own
fucking business,
you nosy cunt.
I need you to go make
a collection at Benny's Bar.
Dad was going to do it,
but he's not now.
- They always deal with Gerry.
They won't know who I am.
- For fuck's sake.
I'll ring ahead,
tell them to expect you.
- Why isn't Gerry going?
- Because favourite girl
number one's back, ain't she?
- Your sister?
- No. Fucking Cleopatra.
Of course my fucking sister.
She's back and she's going
to get everything.
Do you know, Davey, I've worked
so hard over the years
to keep my dad's business going.
And hard graft.
She fucked off somewhere,
fucked up on drugs and alcohol,
and now she's walked back
into everyone's lives
and gets treated like the sun
shines out of her fucking arse.
And she's going
to get everything.
And where does
that leave me, eh?
Where, Davey?
- I don't know.
- I'll tell you where.
On the scrapheap.
Or worse,
the fucking dole queue.
- You don't like her then?
- I love her,
but I don't like her, no.
After leaving us?
First my mum fucks off,
nowhere to be seen.
And then what does Clara do?
She does the exact same thing.
And I'm going
to be left with nothing
because of that fucking bitch.
- You know, you could...
get rid.
- What?
- You know.
- Are you suggesting I kill
my own fucking sister?
- I'm sorry,
I just thought, Danika...
- Who the fuck
do you think I am?
You prick.
I ought to throw you off
this fucking ferry
into the fucking river.
If I told me dad
what you just said,
well, he'd have your head
on a beach somewhere
with insects crawling out
your fucking eye sockets.
- If she wasn't around,
you'd be fine.
- And anyway,
no-one's actually going
to take a job
killing Gerry Reynolds'
favourite daughter.
Not in this city, anyhow.
- You could get someone from out
of town, I know a few.
- Like who?
- Well, there's Big Bri
from the Manchester crew.
He's reliable.
He's killed a few.
- The Manchester lot
work for me dad.
You know that.
If I went to them,
it'd get back to him in seconds.
And if I'm going down,
then you're coming down with me.
After all,
this was your idea, not mine.
- What about Scary Terry?
He'd kill anybody.
- Scary Terry?
Haven't you heard?
- Heard what?
- He's gone straight now.
He performs at kids' parties,
the fierce cunt.
He's probably a pervert.
- Scary Terry,
working with kids?
- Well, he works
for the parents, doesn't he?
Anyway, got any more
brilliant fucking suggestions?
- Well, there's one more,
but, er...
No, no, I wouldn't.
- Wouldn't what?
- There's a girl
I know down south.
She works with a few
of the gangs down there.
But I've heard a few things.
- Come on, Davey. Spit it out.
- Well, how do I put it?
She's fucking nuts.
- Well, that's okay.
I can work with nuts.
I'm not exactly sane myself,
am I?
She good, though?
- Oh, she's good, all right.
She's good, but she's not cheap.
But she's good.
- What's her name?
- Rosie, but I don't
know her surname.
- Aye, well, let's get her up
here for a chat, then.
Tell her I'll make
it worth her while.
- Only if you're sure.
- Of course I'm fucking sure.
- So, I was thinking.
DVD, bottle of wine, PJs.
Just like the good old days.
Girls' night in.
- When, tonight?
- Of course tonight.
- I can't. I've got
something I've got to do.
- What?
- It's not important.
Nothing bad or anything
like that. It's just...
Something's came up,
that's all.
- Oh.
- How about tomorrow?
- Sure, can do tomorrow.
Best be heading back soon.
Just hope my afternoon shift
isn't as busy as my morning.
The things that I see, Clara.
- I was thinking about
going to see Des later.
- Des?
From back in the day, Des?
- Yeah. Does he still
live in his old house?
- I think he still has his old
house, yeah.
But haven't you heard?
- Heard what?
- About what happened to him.
- No. What happened?
- Well, you know how he's always
been a bit of a wrong 'un.
Of course you do.
Half the stuff he got up
to years ago was with you.
- Go on.
- Well, it caught up with him.
He was bad on the coke
and heroin.
I had to stay with him once
when they brought him in
after an overdose.
Well, when you left,
he went off the rails
worse than ever before.
Breaking into homes.
And I'm not just talking
strangers' homes.
He also broke into the homes
of his friends and family.
Well, what friends he had left.
He'd then sell what
he stole to pay for his habit.
No one was off-limits, Clara.
But, oh, it gets worse.
He'd spend his days
looking for things to rob.
If it wasn't nailed down,
he'd be off with it.
Anything for another score.
Remember that club
called Jumpin' Frogs?
I can't remember
what it's called now.
I've not been since
it was sold off.
Anyway, Des was walking
past it one day
and the doors were wide open.
With no one around,
he started looking for the most
expensive bottles of spirits
he could find.
He was about to walk out when...
- Oi!
So, you're here
for the job then, mate?
- Erm, yeah.
- Apparently, the club was
expecting someone to interview.
Talk about wrong place,
wrong time.
- So you're a DJ, are you?
- Yeah.
- Where?
- Where what?
- Where do you DJ
and stuff, lad?
- Oh, yeah.
Erm... all over, really.
- Like?
- Like... Cream, the Warehouse.
- Yeah. What music?
- The best music.
All the hits.
- What? House? Trance?
- Trance. Pop.
- Pop?
- No, not pop.
Erm... popping house.
It's big in Guatemala.
They love it there.
- Yeah. Okay.
Desmond Carver.
18 Stirling Avenue.
I know that place well.
Congratulations soft lad.
- You got the job.
Your first stint's tonight,
okay?
Be here at eight
o'clock on the dot,
ready to do your stuff.
I want the place bouncing
and people spending money, okay?
If you don't turn up,
I send a couple of the boys
round to your place.
You like your fingers,
don't you?
So, Des had to turn up
and pretend to be a DJ or he'd
be in a shit tonne of trouble.
Only, Des was about as much
a DJ as I am a banana.
And not only did Des have no
experience as a DJ whatsoever,
but when you're
high all the time,
you don't exactly pay attention
to the charts
or the latest music trends.
They beat him within
an inch of his life.
He survived, but only just.
The attack severed his spine.
He's now in a wheelchair
for life, Clara.
Hey, where are you going?
I've still got ten
minutes till my shift.
You got them burnt lips,
high kicks
Polaroids and violence
Seeing blue and red
But all I'm hearing
is the sirens
Hard to fall asleep
When you're hiding
from the lions
You got the romance,
slow dance
Psychopaths who hold hands
Wanna love forever
But they can't fight
the demons
Can you feel me yet?
Pulsing through your chest
Can you feel me yet?
- Fuck off, sweetie.
- What are you having?
- Danika.
- You're welcome.
- Ay, amore.
Muchas gracias, seor.
- Yeah?
- I believe you called.
Be worth my while, I was told.
- Rosie?
- Yeah?
- What the fuck
are you doing here?
This is me dad's place.
I thought you'd be in touch
and, you know,
arrange somewhere
more convenient.
- Fuck all that.
What do you want?
- I've been told you're
someone to speak to about,
you know, removing
someone from an equation.
- Normally, in these situations,
I would deny all accusations,
act all shocked and shit,
then ask if you were the police.
But I've done my homework,
so, yeah,
I've been known to dabble
in the old subtraction stuff.
- Well, what's your rate?
- Fifty.
- Fifty?
As in pounds?
- Add three more zeroes.
- Fifty grand?
Fifty grand?
What do you do with them?
Stuff them after killing them
or something?
Fifty grand? That's crazy.
That's almost five times
what I've paid before.
- Don't tell me.
In the past you paid what
seemed a reasonable amount?
But in reality
you paid some young pricks
in mountaineering jackets
to off someone?
Danika?
Hm?
How many mountains
do you see around here?
They likely rode up
on their little bicycles
shot who you wanted killing,
then rode off again.
There's a big scene here.
The police, the media.
You're waiting back home,
chewing on your fucking
scabby fingernails,
hoping it all doesn't bite
you on the arse.
Am I close?
- Hm?
Maybe.
- Oh, I'm close, all right.
I charge a lot more because I'm
a fucking professional,
Danika Reynolds,
youngest daughter
of the Liverpool gangster
Gerry fucking Reynolds.
I do my homework.
I plan.
I take targets out
when no one's watching.
I don't leave any bodies behind.
And the person who pays?
You.
There's nothing to come back
and bite them in the arse.
- I get that, but fifty grand?
If you're as good
as what you say you are,
you could retire
after a few jobs.
Why do you still do this?
- Not that it's any
of your fucking business,
you nosy little bitch,
but I'm saving up.
- Saving up for what?
- My own recording studio.
- I'm going to be a
professional singer.
A fucking superstar.
- Really?
- Fucking yes.
That one's from a few years ago.
It's got all my own songs on
it that I wrote all by myself.
and a little one of me singing
'Dirrty' by Christina Aguilera.
In cappella.
- A cappella.
- What?
- Well you can have that one,
treat your ears.
- Thanks.
- So, who do you want offing?
- My sister.
- Your own fucking sister?
That is cold.
Ice cold.
And I fucking love it.
Right.
As well as the police,
you've got to watch how
your father doesn't find out
that you're behind
his oldest daughter's demise.
- Yeah?
- Fifty smackers and I'll make
sure you're that golden.
- Look, I don't have fifty grand
right now.
I've just built an extension
on my house and...
- Understood.
- Wait.
Me old man,
he doesn't have long left.
With Clara gone,
I'll get it all.
I can give you half now
and a further thirty-five
when he's gone.
That's an extra
ten grand for you.
- I don't have any
kill-now-pay-later offers
on at the moment.
Check back
in January sales, though.
- Look, I'll be good for it.
Just think of the equipment you
could buy with that extra ten K.
If you're serious
about singing thing,
then that will
definitely help you.
- Hm, okay, deal.
- Good.
I'll get the money sorted
for you.
Do you need anything else?
- Got any karaoke over there?
Fancy a fucking sing-song, eh?
- Absolutely fucking not.
- I'll be in touch.
Rude.
- Fucking skank.
- Clara?
- Hey, Des.
- You're back?
- Yes.
Can I come in?
- I guess.
The place isn't
exactly spotless,
but it could be worse,
I suppose.
A care worker comes round daily
to help with the cleaning
and the cooking.
I'd do it myself, but...
- Yes.
- You heard, then?
- Just. I came straight here.
How are you doing?
- I struggle to piss,
shit and get into bed.
But other than that,
life is pretty dandy.
If dandy means you're
fucking useless.
I'd offer you a drink, but
I can't even reach the kettle.
You can make one if you want.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- So, where have you been all
this time?
- Away.
Got myself sorted.
- Clean?
- Not fully, but close.
I got a job, an apartment.
It's nice, has a couple
of bedrooms and a...
- You fucking
abandoned me, Clara.
- I didn't abandon you, Des.
I had to get away.
- You abandoned me.
You left and I had no one,
and nowhere to go
but further down.
- Des, that's... it's...
- I was fucked up
and you just left me.
None of this would have happened
to me if you hadn't have left.
- What?
Now hang on a minute,
you can't blame me
for what happened to you.
- I can, and I will.
You wouldn't have let
me get so bad.
And the fuckers
who did this to me...
If you were around,
you would have stopped them.
They were slapping me around.
I was scared
and I just shouted out for you.
I'm with Clara Reynolds.
- Clara Reynolds?
Gerry Reynolds' eldest?
- We're best mates.
- Okay, then. Prove it.
- What?
- Prove it. Call her.
The number you have
dialled has not
been recognised.
Please check and try again.
- You changed your number,
Clara.
If you picked up,
I'd still be walking now.
- I'm so sorry, Des.
- Well, it's a bit late
for that now, isn't it?
- I suppose.
I'll make it up
to you, I promise.
- How could you possibly
make it up to me?
Look at me.
I'm a disabled junkie
who struggles to even get
a fucking hard-on these days.
There's no fixing this, Clara.
- I'll take care of you.
I'm gonna make this better.
- Just put your card
in the machine, Doris.
- Oh, what's my number?
I can never remember
the bloody thing.
- You should change
it to something
that you remember, Doris.
- Okay, everybody stay calm,
empty those tills.
Now put it in the bag.
- What are you supposed
to be? A seal?
- What?
Well now shut up, will ya?
Here, there's no need.
- You shouldn't have that thing.
Guns are illegal over here,
you know?
Bloody dangerous things.
- They're dangerous if you're
on the wrong end of them.
Now please be quiet.
- What's it like,
holding that big gun?
It must be heavy.
It looks heavy.
- It's fine.
Please be quiet.
- Come on!
- Right!
- I bet it weighs a lot.
Can I have a hold of it?
- Can you fuck!
Now be quiet.
This can all be over and done
with in a matter of seconds,
then you can go back
about your day.
Bingo, soap operas,
and pissing yourself
because you can't make
it to the bathroom in time.
Or whatever it is you do.
- You're awfully rude.
I have a strong bladder
for my age,
thank you very much.
- Well congratu-fucking-lations.
- You know, I haven't got any
time for this.
Come on!
- See you later, Grandma.
- Fucking go, boys!
- Celebrating?
- Not tonight, boys.
I've got somewhere to be.
- I thought
we was watching the game.
- The plan's changed.
Something's come up.
- Drop us off in the city, lad.
- Are you taking the piss?
Do you think that's okay?
Oh!
Are we just going to sit here
drinking in silence all night,
or are we actually
going to, like,
talk and get to know each other?
- What do you want to know?
- Well, tell me a bit
about yourself
That would be a start.
- Well, I kind of find all this
getting to know each other
shite rather tedious.
I'll humour you, though.
So, how about
a quick-fire round?
You ask me a question,
I answer as fast as I can,
then I ask you a question.
Rinse and repeat.
- Okay.
Um, how long have you lived
with Amy?
- About five months.
Amy said you returned
to the city after a few years.
Why?
- My dad asked me to come back.
He's dying.
So, how long do you plan
on staying with Amy?
- Maybe a year.
I want to live abroad.
Saving for it.
Sorry
about your dad.
Amy said he was a very
powerful man.
What's he do?
- My dad's Gerry Reynolds,
he's a gangster.
What do you do?
- I want to tell you,
but I can't.
- Ask another.
- Why? Is it illegal?
- I didn't say that, did I?
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
What's your ma do?
- I don't know, she ran
off when I was, like, ten.
We think she met someone else.
Have you ever been to prison?
- No.
Don't plan
on going either.
How long are you staying
in the city for?
- I'll stay until my dad goes,
and then I'm off again.
What's your favourite colour?
- Boring question. Blue.
Are you seeing anyone?
- No. You?
- No. Want to fuck?
Thanking mother nature
for her generosity
Keeping all
the winter for...
- Come on!
He said nine sharp, didn't he?
- It's three minutes past.
Calm the fuck down,
will you?
- You shouldn't be eating that
in here.
It fucking stinks.
- You told me to hurry,
so I did.
- Yeah, well, you could have got
me one, couldn't you?
I'm fucking starving.
- You know what?
There are many things
I can do in this life,
but reading minds,
that's not one of them,
you know?
- I need that bagel
for my energy.
Do you know how many calories
it burns being a getaway driver?
- You sit on your fat arse
steering that wheel, Al,
Do you want to swap jobs?
You do the crowd control.
You have it cushty,
you know?
- Cushty?
- Yeah, cushty,
And you still get twenty-five
percent of the profit.
- Fuck off,
give us a bite, come on.
- Fuck off.
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Where's Po?
- Erm,
He's not here, is he.
- Back at the lock-up.
- Come on, we need to go.
- All right, sound.
Same as yesterday, boys.
In and out.
You shake it all about
- It's only a fucking
water pistol.
Fuck off.
Clara.
Clara.
Clara.
Clara.
I'll be back, Clara.
I'll be back, Clara.
You fucking stupid fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
- Where the fuck is he?
- What are we going to do?
Shall we make a run for it?
- We're going
to have to, aren't we?
All right, come on.
Where the fuck were you?
- I was hungry.
I thought I had enough
time to grab something.
- Unbelievable!
- Well blame Ed,
he could have got
me a bagel earlier.
- You need to have a word
with him,
he could have proper
fucked this up.
Where was he?
- Apparently he was
getting a sausage roll.
- A sausage roll?
Fucking dickhead.
- What the fuck now?
- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- Sorry mate.
Hey! You!
- Eh, lad,
I haven't got any money.
- Give me them fucking chips.
Give me them fucking chips.
- Here.
- Take them.
- Give me the chips.
- Where's the salt and vinegar?
- I don't like salt and vinegar.
- Al?
What was that about, lad?
Nothing. False alarm.
- Fuck's sake.
- Hey, you. I was just
thinking about you.
You what?
What do you mean,
someone tried to shoot you?
Yeah, yeah. All right, okay.
I'll be right there now, right.
Stay put.
Fuck.
- Fuck.
- Clara, it's Max. Open up.
- What happened?
- I don't know, I was...
I was getting ready...
I was leaving the building
and then some fucking crazy
woman came out of nowhere
and tried to shoot me.
I mean,
she would have shot me dead
if she hadn't been disturbed
by the neighbour.
- Are you sure she wasn't trying
to rob you?
- No, she wasn't
trying to rob me.
She was trying to kill me.
This was planned.
- You don't know that.
- No, but I do, because she
followed me to the apartment.
She was shouting.
She knew my name.
- Why would someone
try to kill you?
- Well, I don't know.
I've probably pissed
off a few people over the years,
but no one enough
to get me killed.
- What about your dad?
- What about him?
- Well, he's got enemies,
hasn't he?
- Well, I mean, there was people
when I was little, but...
- Who?
- You heard of Billy Donnelly?
- Yeah.
- Well, him and my dad were
rivals once.
There were shootings.
People were killed, but...
But that was then, though.
There's been nothing
like that for 20 years.
- Yeah, but you said
your dad's dying.
- Yeah, and?
- Well, look,
- You and your sister are going
to inherit his little empire,
aren't you?
If your dad's dead
and you two are out of the way,
Billy can take over everything,
- the whole city.
- No, I mean...
- Look, it makes perfect sense.
- Well, what am I going to do?
She said she's going to be back.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Look, just calm down, okay?
Just leave it with me and
I'll sort something out, okay?
All right?
- Yeah, okay.
- It's me.
Is it done?
- No.
She managed to escape.
Slimy little fucker.
I'll finish it, don't you worry.
- What do you mean,
she got away?
What the fuck happened?
Third party,
old lady, I'll finish it, okay?
- Did Clara see you?
- Yes, she did, but
she doesn't know who I am.
We're all good.
- Why the fuck aren't
you sorting this out now?
Clara could be speaking
to someone
and we'll both be fucked.
And if she finds out,
so help me God-
The fucking bollocks
on you to talk to me like that.
I'm on another job right now.
I'll finish up and I'll
get back to it, okay?
So keep your grot,
fat fucking knickers on,
And I'll finish
it faster than you can say,
'It's Britney, bitch!'
For fuck's sake!
- What's the matter?
You sounded a bit
agitated on the phone.
- Oh, that?
It's probably
because I am agitated.
To cut a long story short,
I met someone recently.
- A girl?
- No, a fucking ostrich.
Of course a girl, Al.
For fuck's sake.
- Go on.
- Look, it's all new,
but I like her.
Anyway,
on the most recent job,
someone tried to kill her.
- Who?
- I don't know who,
but I've got an idea.
- Did they succeed?
- Did they succeed?
They tried to kill her, Al.
Tried.
Do you think I'd
be sat here right now
if I'd just discovered
her dead fucking body?
- Probably no.
- No.
- Look, his girl has got
a very powerful father.
Who's made some very powerful
enemies over the years.
And I think one of them
has something to do with it.
- Here you are, there's your
bacon and eggs,
sausage, beans,
tomato, mushroom,
hash brown and your toast.
So what are yous having?
- Nothing, I'm sound.
- You're not eating?
- I'm all right.
- No.
- Drinks?
- No, nothing, thank you.
- No drinks?
- No.
- You know, normal people come
into a cafe to eat and drink.
That's what they do.
- Fucking joke.
- Jesus Christ.
- Come to Daddy.
What?
- Order yourself some food,
did you?
- We are in a cafe, Max.
I'm hungry.
- Yeah.
We're not stopping so you
can take another shite, okay?
- Okay. Okay.
- Look, she's scared, okay?
And I've got
to do something about it.
- Who's her dad?
- You heard of Gerry Reynolds?
- Fuck off!
- So you have heard of him.
- What? You haven't?
- Well, I have now.
- So who do you think
is behind it?
- Billy Donnelly.
- Fuck off.
- Would you stop
telling me to fuck off?
Fuck's sake.
Look, apparently,
Gerry and Billy were at war
years ago, okay?
Gerry's recently taken ill
and he hasn't got long left,
so I think Billy
is targeting his daughters
so he can take
over his business,
running drugs in and
out of the city and beyond.
- You aren't suggesting
that we take out Billy Donnelly,
are you?
The fella will be harder
to get than the Prime Minister.
- I doubt that.
Look, she's scared.
We've got to do something
about it.
- You called a meeting
so we can get our heads together
to find a way of killing him.
- We don't need to kill him.
- What?
- We don't need to kill him.
You just need to make him stop.
- And how do you expect
us to do that, Al?
- Easy, I know exactly
how to make him stop.
I just need one
of you to help me.
Max, there'll be no killing.
No one will even get hurt.
Just make him stop.
- Are you going to fucking tell
us this little plan of yours,
Al, or have we got
to fucking guess?
- No. It's a surprise.
We'll get it done tonight.
Me and Po.
- Po?
- As long as he doesn't
get me shot, then fine.
- We should be at the police
station, not your dad's house.
- Yeah, because we've got such
close ties with the police,
me and my honest family.
Someone's just
trying to kill me, Amy.
No, we're not exactly close,
but my dad would go ballistic if
he found out I didn't tell him.
- What if there's shootings
and it kicks off again?
Do you even know how busy
we are at the hospital?
- Yeah, well,
hopefully it won't come to that.
- Looks like he's out.
- Must be at the bar, then.
- Do you want a ride there?
- No, I'm going to go inside
and get a few bits.
I left a whole wardrobe
of clothes here when I left.
- It's probably out
of fashion now, Clara.
- Ha, fucking ha.
- Clara?
- What?
- I said, do you want me
to go up
and start grabbing some clothes?
- Uh, yeah, sure.
- What's happened?
- Hi, um, Gerry Reynolds.
Can you tell me what
room he's in, please?
- Room one,
just round the corner.
- Thank you.
- Clara.
- Hi, Dad.
Danika messaged
and said you had taken ill.
Are you okay?
- It's taking over fast, girl.
- Can they do anything?
- No.
- There must be something.
You hear about people
surviving it all the time.
- I've gone past
the point of no return.
It's just a matter of time now.
I'm glad you're here, though.
I really am.
Um... Timmy,
why don't you go and grab
a coffee or something, eh?
Give me some time
with my little girl.
- Yes, Gerry.
- What else is on your mind?
- Why would something
be on my mind?
- I know we haven't seen each
other for years,
but I still know my little girl.
Go on, tell me.
- I was attacked earlier.
Someone tried to kill me.
It was this crazy woman,
but she seemed to know
who I was.
Her gun didn't work.
If it did, I wouldn't
be here now.
But a friend
of mine seems to think
that it's someone who's upset
with you.
- Oh, a friend of yours
thinks that, does he?
And who does this friend
of yours think it was exactly?
- He said it's Billy Donnelly.
- What?
Ah, no, that's bullshit.
Me and Billy have been cool
for decades.
No, I mean, the fact is,
I don't really
have any enemies these days,
except the police.
And I doubt they're going
to kill you.
- Well, someone
wants me dead, Dad.
And with Danika and I gone,
as well as yourself,
who stands to gain the most?
- Has anyone attacked Danika?
- I dunno.
- I don't think so. Not yet.
Where's your water?
Take a drink.
- Uh...
- I need to tell
you some things.
- What is it?
- Come closer.
Run away to the night
Run away having fun
Run away to the light
Run away
and have a good time
Run away to the night
Run away
and have a good time
Run away to the light
- Tell me again why we took a
cab here
instead of driving ourselves?
- Well, if we use the van,
they can track the reg
and find out who we are,
and it can bite us on the arse.
- Al, we use
the van for robberies.
How many people do you think
have seen the van before?
It can always come back
and bite us on the arse.
- Oh, yeah.
I didn't think of it like that.
Come on.
- Are you sure no one's home?
- Shush!
- You're making more noise
than me.
- Shush!
- Don't shush me.
- Shush!
- Why are we even whispering?
You said the coast was clear.
- It is.
- Oh, fuck off, Al.
- Bingo.
What are you doing?
- Wait.
- Please don't tell me
this is your big plan.
- Sleeps with the fishes.
- What?
- Sleeps with the fishes.
From The Godfather?
Put a fish in the bed
and warn your enemies.
- It was a fucking horse's
head in The Godfather, Al.
And sleeps with the fishes
means the victim's body
has been dumped out at sea.
It in no way means to place
a tiny fish in someone's bed.
What the fuck do you think
this is going to achieve?
- Well, send them a warning?
- No, Al.
It won't send them a warning.
He'll think some thick cunt
is playing a prank on him.
Are you fucking insane?
I'm going.
- No. Po!
Po, wait for me. Po!
Wait!
Shit! Run!
Po! Wait!
- Max.
- Yeah?
- Someone wants
to speak to you.
- Get in the fuckin' car.
- Get out the fucking car.
Fucking move.
Get out of my fucking way.
- Is that him?
Yes, Billy.
- You've landed yourself in some
deep shit, lad.
Do you know who I am?
- Yeah.
- So, go ahead.
What's my name? Spit it out.
- You're Billy Donnelly.
- Good.
Now I know that this stunt you
pulled was no random bollocks.
You targeted me on purpose.
Wally, take this little
cunt to my office,
I'll be there once I've
completed my morning laps.
You're a funny fucker,
aren't you?
- Not particularly, no.
- Do you think I'm the kind of
person that lets people
pull stupid pranks on them?
- No, I don't.
- So why the fuck do you think
it was a good idea
to do it last night?
- I've got no idea what
you're talking about, Billy.
- Don't come the innocent
shit with me, lad.
You and your little mates think
you're very fucking funny, don't
Eh?
The only problem you've got?
I don't.
You know,
there's two things I love.
I love birds.
And I love fish.
I could watch them all day long.
Especially fish.
I find it so calming,
the way they swim around their
little tank in endless circles.
You know,
I may like to watch them,
and I may think
they're beautiful,
but I don't want to fuck them.
- Sorry?
- Do you think I like
to fuck fish, Max?
- No, sir.
Why would I think that?
- Now why would you put
a fucking fish in my bed?
Oh, hang on.
This is a nuit de poisson.
- I've no idea what
you're talking about.
- Oh, fuck off.
I know exactly what
goes on in this city.
If something doesn't affect me,
then I let shit slide.
Like...
a bunch of post offices
getting ripped off
by a gang dressed
as fucking animals.
It doesn't really affect me.
But I do want to know
who the idiots are behind
the string of post
office robberies.
Just in case you decide
to promote yourselves
to jewellery shops.
Now, that does affect me.
Because I've got
a stake in that.
So I sent a couple
of my boys out
x
Looking for you cunts.
You gotta go
Blame Ed, he could have got
me a bagel earlier.
This don't come
as a surprise
- Sorry, mate.
Ashes to ashes
- Okay.
- So you know I've been hitting
a few post offices.
But the fish,
I know nothing about.
- For fuck's sake.
- Oh, you see it now.
So I'm going to ask you again.
Why did you break into my house
and leave a fish in my bed?
And if you lie,
or I don't like your answer,
I'm gonna get Mick here
to feed you your own
cock and bollocks.
- Look, I'm sorry.
Okay?
I had no idea
that they were going to do that.
- Bullshit.
Mick.
- Really, I can explain, okay?
- Well, fucking explain, son.
Quick, on the double,
or there will be further
fucking trouble.
That rhymed, that.
Did you get that, Mick?
- Look, I'm seeing someone.
- I don't give two
shits who you're fucking...
- Clara Reynolds.
Gerry Reynolds' daughter.
Someone tried to kill her,
and I was told
you might be behind it.
So the lads wanted
to have a little chat with you,
asking you to spare her.
She's a good girl.
- So you thought you'd
leave me a message, eh?
- No.
I had no idea
they were going to do it,
and I am really sorry.
I promise you it won't
happen again.
- Too right it won't.
So why do you think I'd want
Gerry's daughter killed?
- Because of what
happened in the past.
- The past?
Thirty fucking years ago.
That was then, this is now.
Gerry kept his word,
I kept mine.
A man's word is everything.
I respect Gerry for keeping it,
and I hope he respects
me for keeping mine.
No.
I wasn't behind any attempt
to take his daughter's life.
I hear he's dying too.
Poor bastard.
- Cancer.
- His other daughter, Danika.
Someone tried to kill her too?
- No, not that I've heard.
- There you fucking
have it, lad.
I mean,
it's not rocket science, is it?
Gerry's dying, Clara's dead.
Who stands to gain?
- Danika.
- Ding, ding, ding.
Congratulations, lad.
You've won the top prize,
a fucking speedboat.
- Shit.
Look, I'm really fucking sorry,
okay, Billy?
And believe me
when I say I had no idea
they were going to do that.
- I'm feeling very charitable
today,
and charitable days
are very rare around here.
Isn't that right, Mick?
So I'm just going to give
you the warning,
take heed, lad
because you won't get another.
If you or any of
your masked morons
come round this gaff,
ever,
I'll put four bullets
between each of your eyes.
Understood?
- Understood.
- Take your fish with you.
It fucking stinks.
I will bake you a cake
I will bake you a cake
It will make you feel tasty
Make you feel tasty
I will make Mm, Mm, Mm
Bake you a cake
It will make
you feel fucking
Tasty
It will bake you a cake
It will make you feel tasty
- What the fuck?
The fuck?
Fuck! Fuck!
Stupid fucking bitch!
Fucking!
It's me.
- I know it's you.
My phone tells me who's ringing.
Technology, eh?
Is it done?
No, it's not done yet.
I'm sat outside the apartment
she's staying at.
Is there any reason why
there's two armed men
guarding the place?
- Hm?
- What?
Yeah, they look like the
usual fucking meatheads.
Heavies,
or whatever you call them.
Shit, fuck, shit.
Clara must have told me dad
that you tried to kill her,
and now he's got
people protecting her.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
If me dad finds out it was me.
I'll be dead by tomorrow.
- Well, I can come back in
the middle of the night.
Or I can take them out now.
Whatever you want.
I can come back
as a pizza delivery girl
or a stripper or something.
- Have you got costumes?
How many?
- I've got fucking loads.
I've got a cat costume,
a jester, a sexy witch.
I've even got a cowgirl one.
And I haven't had the chance
to wear that one yet,
and I want to wear that one.
You're fucking weird,
you.
No, it'll just
make matters worse.
If anyone sees you,
and it gets back to my dad,
well he'll hunt us both down.
Just come to the bar later,
and we'll figure
out our next plan.
- Stupid fucking bitch.
Stupid fuck.
- Shit!
- Who is it?
- It's Davey.
- Who?
- Davey.
We met before
when your dad told us
to come and pick you up
at the hotel.
- What do you want, Davey?
- We've been told to look out
for you.
I'm gonna wait in the corridor.
Two of the lads are going to be
outside at your front door.
- You can tell my dad
that I don't want his help.
We can't do that.
He's told us to stay put
until further notice.
- Well, wait outside then and
stop fucking bothering me.
- Oh, but the thing is,
I could really do
with taking a piss.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
Oh, please.
I'd be super quick.
Just let me use your bog.
- No. No, you can't.
There's a toilet at the pub
round the corner.
Go and use that.
- We can't go anywhere.
We've been told to stay put.
- Well, then you're
shit out of luck, mate.
So you can either
piss yourself out there,
or you can nip
out for two minutes.
Ta-ra, Davey.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.
- I'll raise you five.
- I'll take that.
- Good.
- You two are absolute pricks.
- What? What did I do?
- Guess what I spent my morning.
- Wrestling pigs?
Hugging trees?
Rolling down hills?
- Shut the fuck up, Al.
I've just spent my morning
with Billy Donnelly.
Yeah.
And he sent two armed cunts
round to mine to pick me up.
He's got you two on camera
running through his gaff like
a pair of masked fucking loons.
A fish in his bed.
Really?
- Don't look at me.
It was all Al.
- Ey,
if they were masked,
how did he know
you had something to do with it?
- Well.
- He only knows all
the jobs we pulled off.
He's been tailing
us for the past few months.
- Fuck!
- Now listen, we're cool, okay?
We just need to stay away
from him and all his properties,
and then we're safe and sound.
- What about this girl
you've been seeing?
How do you expect
to stop him now?
- It wasn't Billy.
- Well, if it wasn't Billy,
then who was it then?
- It was her sister, Danika.
She wants her killed
so she'll inherit all
the fortune from her dad.
And we are going to stop her.
- No fucking way.
You just nearly got killed
because of the Codfather here
and his crazy plan.
I ain't going to piss
off Danika Reynolds.
Can't we just send a message
to Gerry Reynolds?
- One, why would he believe us?
Two, she'll just deny it.
We've got no proof.
We're going to threaten her.
It won't get back to us.
She doesn't know who we are.
And Clara can't find
out about this, okay?
- When?
- Tonight.
She's got a club.
I want you to go round
and stake it out.
When the place looks close
to empty,
I want you to go in.
I want you to scare her,
but don't fucking
hurt her, okay?
- We're closed for the night.
I said, we're fucking---
Open the fucking door!
We just want to talk,
don't we?
If you don't open this door
before I count to ten,
then I'm afraid we're gonna
have to start shooting.
And we don't want
that now, do we?
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two...
One.
- What the fuck is this?
- Does it look
like I'm finished?
Hm?
Beep, beep, beep,
beep, beep, beep, beep.
- Did your mum never tell
you never to interrupt a lady
when she's halfway
through a sing-song?
- Are you gonna murder me like
you just murdered that song?
- Danika!
You can come out now.
They've gone.
- I thought you said
they'd fucking gone!
- Yeah, gone from the world.
- You fucking pricks!
They can't hear you.
They're dead.
- Thanks.
- For what?
The drink or killing them? Huh?
- Both.
- Who are they?
- I don't know.
Probably just some chancers
trying to rob the place,
not realising whose bar this is.
- No.
- What, you really believe that
someone would rob the takings
knowing full well
this is my dad's?
- No.
I think they came here to kill
you, not to steal from you.
They didn't take any
money at the end of the bar,
nor did they search the tills.
It was you they wanted.
- Fuck. I owe you.
- Damn right you fucking owe me.
And you can't pay me
if you're dead, can you?
Huh? Five grand a head.
Get one of your fucking
goons to dispose of them.
And you can pay me
when I kill Clara.
- Ok, I'll be good for it.
I need you at the bar.
I don't fucking care if my dad's
told you to look after Clara.
I've just had some fucking
divvies rush into the bar
wearing masks
and try to kill me.
They're all dead.
I need you to get
rid of the bodies.
They're all fucking
dead on the floor.
Just get back to the bar now!
- Now?
Now you need to find
out who wants you dead.
- I don't know who.
- Clara.
When you and your dad are gone,
who's going to get
the inheritance, huh?
- Fucking Clara.
No way.
She's not like that.
Plus, she's only just got back.
She doesn't know any
gangs or killers.
Must be someone else.
- Don't you think you need
to find out pretty soon
before it's too late?
Huh?
Someone with a vendetta
against you?
- Oh, me dad.
- You what?
- My dad had this enemy
in the city,
always trying to kill
each other.
I'll give you an extra 40 grand
if you kill Billy Donnelly.
- I'll be about 30 minutes.
Meanwhile, get on to those
cunts in Birmingham.
Tell them I won't take
any less than 65%.
You get me?
- Yeah, Billy.
Are you sure you
don't want me to come with you?
- If I wanted you
to come with me,
I'd fucking say so, wouldn't I?
This is my relaxing time.
At one with nature.
I don't want you next to me
pecking my head every
two fucking minutes.
Don't be an overprotective
prick, will you?
You remind me of my third wife,
whatever that bitch's name was.
- It's Julia, Billy.
- Fuck off, Wally.
Let me out, will ya?
- Howdy, partner.
- What the fuck
are you supposed to be?
- Are you stupid?
- I'm a cowgirl, of course.
Does that usually work?
There aren't any birds here yet.
- It only takes one
bird to spot the seed,
and the rest follow.
- I mean, what if
one little bird doesn't spot
the seed immediately?
I mean, you could be waiting
here for hours.
Mostly.
Do you have hours?
- I could if I wanted to,
but, um...
I can't be arsed waiting
for hours,
so I just entice them
with these.
- I suppose.
It's all about creating
the opportunities.
I mean, you could wait
for the right time,
or you could create
the right time.
- I suppose I do.
What the fuck?
Who are ya?
Not the spawn of my third wife,
are ya?
- Yeah.
- Crazy birds.
Have some of that.
And that, and that,
and that, and that, and that.
- Reply will ya.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing, just trying to get
hold of the lads from work.
You ready?
- Yeah.
You sure we're
going to be okay?
- Yes, of course.
I just need to get you out of
the house for a bit, don't we?
Come on.
I know a good Italian.
- Max Couzins.
- Yes?
- What the fuck is this?
- Well, this is
a search warrant.
Shall we go back inside?
- What the fuck?
- Put it down.
- We've been looking
for you for a while now, Max.
- What's going on?
- Well, we've finally caught up,
haven't we?
I've still got
this sort of awful
bittersweet taste in my mouth
because I'd really like
to have caught you all.
You know,
get my face in the papers.
Hero cop helps send down armed
gang for a hundred years.
You know, that sort of thing.
Shame you're the only one left.
- What?
- Your little friends.
I'd have quite liked
to have caught you all
and sent you all down.
- I've no idea what
you're talking about.
- Oh. Oh, he doesn't know.
Oh, so you're not behind
all the little shenanigans
this morning, then?
You know, the dead bodies?
- What?
- Your little gang.
Yeah, we found
them this morning.
Fresh, so I was told.
Not even 12 hours cold.
Still wearing those
stupid fucking masks.
Now, once we identified them,
it was just a matter
of finding you.
Eddie Scott owned a lock-up.
Now, we went there
to have a little look around,
a little nosy about.
And it turns out
the lock-up next door,
the car decal company,
well, they're protective lot,
you know,
Lots of security,
including cameras.
Well, you see,
we've had a look at the footage,
and we've noticed that you quite
like to visit the place
with a Mr Po Lung
and a Mr Alan Carmody.
They're dead.
And that just leaves you.
So here we are.
So what's going to happen now is
we're going to take you in,
and we're going
to get a confession out of you
as to who killed your friends,
or we will find out who did.
Either way,
you won't be cosplaying
for a fucking long time.
- This is my apartment.
Clara, what's happened?
- Turns out Max
isn't in finance.
- Clara...
- Just as I thought
my life was getting better.
- Clara...
- What are you doing
home anyway?
I thought you were on
a double at the hospital.
- Clara...
- What?
- We return his body
to the goodness of this earth.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
May you rest in peace
and rise in glory. Amen.
- Yes!
Amen.
- Thank you.
- Clara? Danika?
I was your father's solicitor.
- William Kettering?
My condolences.
I liked Gerry a lot.
I knew him for two decades.
Can you both come
to my offices in the city
for his will reading?
- When?
Is tomorrow good for you both?
I know it's short notice,
but I'm going to be out of the
country for almost a month.
And it's always better
getting these things
in order straight away.
- Sure.
- Thank you.
Thank you both for coming.
And once again,
my sincere condolences.
- Let's just get
this over and done with.
- Of course.
I, Gerry Reynolds, can confirm
that I am of sane mind
and not acting under duress
or influence as I write
my last will and testament.
I bequeath all my properties,
including my house in Liverpool,
holiday home in Marbella,
and my bar,
including all contents, to my
eldest daughter, Clara Reynolds.
- No. What the fuck
is going on here?
- Please.
I also leave to Clara
all money saved in my banks
to do with how she pleases.
Clara, live a good life.
To Danika,
I raised you as
my youngest daughter,
but that was merely out
of appearance than love.
You are not actually
my daughter.
Not biologically.
Your mother had an affair
with someone
I believed to be a friend,
a brother,
and you were the result.
Now that I am
gone from this realm,
I can admit that I had to rid
this world of them both.
I had a reputation
to keep intact,
and if that meant killing
those who went behind my back
and keeping up the charade
of you being my youngest girl,
then so be it.
I have given you a good
life whilst I was alive,
but now you need to stand
on your own two feet.
You may keep the contacts I made
and keep doing
what you're doing,
but that's as far
as my help goes.
- No. I want this contested.
Even though
Gerry Reynolds
left me everything,
I could no longer see him
as a father.
I spent decades believing
that my mother ran out on me,
only to find out she was dead.
He admitted everything to me,
but only when he knew
his time was nearly up
and there'd be
no repercussions.
He also told me
that he believed
that it was Danika that was
trying to have me killed.
Now she was left
with nothing.
Me? Well, I had no family left,
but then again, who needs them
when you've got honest
and good friends?
Friends that will that
will always be there
when you need them,
ready to pick you up
where you left it,
even if years have passed.
- Fuck!
Here I go out to sea again
The sunshine fills my hair
And dreams hang in the air
Gulls in the sky
and in my blue eyes
You know it feels unfair
There's magic everywhere
Look at me standing
here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run
and hide
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
No need to laugh
and cry
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
The sun's in your eyes
The heat is in your hair
They seem to hate you
Because you're there
And I need a friend
Oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me standing
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run
and hide
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
No need to laugh
and cry
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
I need a friend
Oh, I need a friend
To make me happy
Not stand here on my own
Look at me here
Here on my own again
Up straight in the sunshine
No need to run
and hide
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
No need to laugh
and cry
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
No need to run and hide
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
No need to laugh and cry
It's a wonderful,
wonderful life
Mackenzie's soul lies
above the ground
In that pyramid
near Maryland
EasyJet is hanging
in the air
Taking everyone
to everywhere
Woah