All language subtitles for 1999.O Cobrador de Dívidas

I've looked
under chairs.

I've looked under tables.

I try to find the key
to 50 million fables.

They call me the seeker.

I've been searching
low and high.

I won't get to get what I'm
after till the day I die.

Were you a bagger, girly?

Because I was
thinking you might be

a working man down on his luck.

I was thinking maybe you
had a wee bit of dignity.

But if you had any
dignity, you'd have

settled your debt with me, eh?

So maybe I was wrong.

Maybe you're just a
low-life beggar, trying

to get something for nothing.

Huh?

Is that what you are?

Because if you're
not a beggar, you're

just plain taking the fuck.

And I don't need to tell
you what we do to people

that take the fuck, do I?

I don't need to tell you
what our policy is, do I?

OK.

So, here's a question.

Where's my fucking money?

Nickie-- just listen, now.

I cannot pay you today.

But what I can do--
what I can do--

is arrest you on
suspicion of the murder

of Kenneth Sutherland.

And you're right-- I
was taking the fuck.

You're getting slow, Nickie.

Or maybe it only works some
old folk and.

Honey, these,
this, um-- this one--

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

These sculptures, yeah?

You're doing well, aren't you?

We can't just leave this.

Relax.

They're loving it.

They don't look it.

That's how I know.

Who's that?

Harry Chambers.

Big shot in the Arts Council.

A year ago he
wouldn't have given

me the steam of his shite.

Well, we've a wee bit more
ambition now, haven't we?

Where are you going?

To get a drink.

Nickie, it's all right.

You worked for this.

Look-- you made all this.

So, was it because you were
in so much turmoil at the time?

Is that how you came up
with all these sculptures?

No.

Well, it didn't come from any
kind of, uh-- angst thing.

I was more just visualizing
stuff from the outside, really.

Oh, right.

I see.

You know, things I
wanted around me.

I mean, I never
thought it would

end up anything like this.

Ever.
This is, uh--

Katrina.

Katrina.

She's an art student.

Hi.

Duncan's about to do his thing.

Aye.

Well, good luck with
those exam things.

Thanks very much.

Well, well, well.

What a change.

Oh?

Oh, I don't know.

Suddenly you look
every inch the artist.

Hello.

Well, first off, I
want to thank you

all for, ah-- for coming here.

Personally, I think that this
is as good a first collection

as I have seen in recent years.

But we should not shy away
from the circumstances

of the artist, either.

I think what this
exhibition's existence proves

is that how civilized we are
as a society can be measured

not only by how
justly we punish,

but also by how
fully we forgive.

Fancy fucking words.

Craig, would you want to
escort this gentleman out?

Call the police.

He is the police.

Landed on your
feet, then, Nickie?

How's your cell?

Not too good, to
tell you the truth.

My is
repeating on me, what

with all this talk
of forgiveness.

Now, don't get me wrong,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm all for forgiveness.

But, here's the thing.

Ah.
Isn't that shocking?

How could he do that
to your work of art?

Well, in 1976, your star
here did exactly that

to a 60-year-old woman
because her husband

owed his boss 25 pound.

Oh, yes.

I'm all for forgiveness.

May have paid your debt to
these fine people, Nickie.

But your own folk have
been waiting on you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You love the work.

It's not you who
looks at fault. So,

this Keltie-- he's the one
who actually arrested you?

And you've not seen him since?

Then what's his problem?

A lot of folk got
a problem with me.

Duncan wants to press charges.

I'm not pressing charges.

Come on, Nickie.

He ruined that sculpture.

I don't care.

I'm not having that
stuff dug up again.

Listen, Val, all that
stuff about the old woman--

that's not what happened.

I mean-- that is what happened.

But that's not the
way it happened.

Oh, come on, Picasso.

Hm?

Let's go home.

What are you fucking
looking at, you rod?

Do you want a 40?

Who are you?

You owe me a tenner, you cunt.

Me?

Yeah, well, I'm
looking at you, eh?

Now, where's my
fucking tenner, huh?

What tenner?

The tenner I gave
you on loan, eh?

You never lent me a tenner.

Just give me my fucking
tenner, and we'll roll.

I don't have your tenner.

Are you calling
me a fucking liar?

Where's my tenner, pal?

Huh?

I'll fucking knock you
about, by the way, yeah?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'll fucking knock you out.

Just give me a little
tenner, you old man.

John, just give
him some money.

No, I'm not.

I don't owe you any money.

Just--

I don't owe you any money.

Just get me my money, eh?

I've never met you before.

Come on.

Look, pal, I don't know
what you're talking about.

All right, OK.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Give me my fucking money, huh?

Just leave us alone.

Come on!

Flipper, man, come on.

Leave it.

It's not their fault.

Please!

I'm just having a laugh, like.

Fuck's sake!

Please!

Please

Hey, do you want
a-fucking-nother, lad?

Does she want another?

Please!

Give us the fucking
money, or she gets another!

This is all I've got, man!

This is all I've got!

That's every
I've got, man.

That's right.

Who was that cunt, then?

The fuck did you do that for?

I was just trying
something out.

And a fucking lassie?

He's livid.

Shh.

Oh, come on, eh?

Get back to your desks.

I, the great Mysterioso,
predict a new partner

in Colquhoun's life.

And good riddance to
the miserable old prick.

You know he's a prick.

You said it yourself.

Come back here!

What?

Gary, what did he say?

He says we're supposed
to sit by while that bunch

of toffee nosed tits make
a hero out of a piece

of shite like Nickie Dryden.

Well, he may be
a piece of shite,

but he's the
council's golden boy.

I mean, the home office
granted a big, fat check

to the rehab unit after his--

Fucking rehab?

Nickie Dryden,
nothing has changed.

He's just got smart.

Write a book, marry some
stuck up journalist,

suddenly he's a
fucking socialite!

Can that shit.

Fuck is this?

I mean, the grumpy old cunt
was getting used to having you

around.

You're a grumpy old cunt, sir.

If any nit got you talking
like me, son,

to get educated in
speaking, and that's

a fucking insult to them.

Fucking am I fucking
invisible, or what?

I thought you were
getting a wedding

present for your auntie?

- Ah?
- No, you're not.

You're just making dinner.

How are you, Susie?

How's your mother?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she's a bit
better, thanks.

Good.

Glad to hear it.

What the hell are
you doing here?

This is police harassment,
plain and simple.

Not anymore, it's not.

I've been suspended.

It'll be a lot more
than that by the time

my lawyers are finished with ya.

Nice house you got, here.

Out by the water, and all.

Why are you doing this?

You've got a son, have
you, now, Mrs. Dryden?

You pray every
day he'll be safe.

You worry about the road, about
drugs, the walking the streets

at night.

But all the time, the thing
you should fear the most

is laying there
in bed beside ya.

I mean, how do you do that?

Yeah?

Knowing what he did?

His business?

His so-called policy?

I mean, does that
not disgust ya, eh?

As a woman-- as a
mother-- I mean, how do

you put that out of your mind?

I mean, I really want to know.

Well, now, Mr. Keltie,
we'll play it your way.

Just think about
it, Mrs. Dryden.

You ever stop to wonder
just who you've married?

You think about the
policy, Mrs. Dryden!

You think about that.

Aye.
Fucking come on.

All right, then, eh?

You.

See, I-- I never
understood this idea

that success was, like, vulgar.

Yeah, we seem to be touching
on a recurring theme, here.

Maybe the-- the
Scottish working class

obsession with the
mentality of the underdog.

Aye.

Exactly.

That somehow, if you're
poor, it's, like, your fate?

I mean, pardon my French,
but fuck that, you know?

So, do you think
these skills would have

enabled you to find
success in, let's say,

a different profession?

Well, there's the thing.

I'm sure you've, uh-- you've
heard lots of folks saying,

oh, so and so has
the killer instinct.

And then may be talking
about some stock

broker, or a businessman.

And what they mean is--
is prepared to go that one

step further than the next guy.

To be that wee bit
more cruel.

Well, I was like that.

I was ruthless.

I had my eye on the
goal, and I went for it.

I'm not very proud of it-- but
that's the killer instinct.

That's what separates the wolves
from the sheep in any business.

Yeah-- yeah, but you
say killer instinct,

but in your business
that could be literal.

Aye.

People die in these--

Aw, fucking yeah.

Fucking yeah, yeah.

Fucking yeah, yeah, cunt.

Fuck you, you fucking-- bastard.

Nickie fucking Dryden.

Nickie fucking Dryden.

Patrolman..

Sucker!

Sloppy barstool.

Fucking whine.

Captain crap.

Oh, jailers?

Really not scared.

Been in jail more
times than you.

Scum.

Scummy bastard.

Better on it,.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Now, are you watching now?

You put the key in.

You hold to 10.

You get 5 pounds worth on tech.

A little E comes up.

You see?

Ah.

So, what's all
this about Scott?

Oh, it's just-- he says
he wants to leave college,

and take a year out.
Ah?

I said, a year out doing what?

He says, living.

Traveling.

Well, I think he
could do this year.

I mean, he's not even
giving it a chance.

You want me to talk to him?

Hm.
Why not?

Val, he's not an idiot.

Let him make his own mistakes.

Well, it really worked
for you, didn't it?

Scott's nothing like me.

The problem with
you, Nickie, is

you want all the
security of the family

without any of the
responsibility.

Aye, Val.

Anything you say.

What was the policy?

What?

You had.

Who have you been talking to?

Keltie came to
the house today.

Never mind that.

That cunt to the house?

Just tell me what it means.

Your policy.

You know that.

Tell me again.

When did he come to the house?

Nickie.

Val, it's in the fucking book.

No, it's not.

Well, not in so many words.

We collected debts.

Sometimes we
resorted to violence.

Where it all fell
down was when we

were dealing with some mad
fucker with a death wish.

There was plenty of
them, let me tell ya.

Instead of punishing
them, we would punish

the folk closest to them.

Friends, relatives, whatever.

It was very effective.

But you know all this.

I didn't know it was a policy.

It's only a word, that's all.

Friends and relatives?

Mothers, and fathers?

And wives?

If I see that fucking
Keltie, so help me Christ.

And children, too?

Nickie?

And children, too?

Everybody's somebody's bairn.

Look at you.

You're exhausted.

I hear you, wrecking
about at all hours.

You're never done.

Good woman to sort you out.

That's what you need.

Well, I've got
one, have I not?

Oh, there you go.

Well, I'll tell you
something-- there isn't a house

big enough for two women.

I'll be all right
when we get the mansion.

You can have the east
wing, I'll have the west.

You and your mansion.

Well, they're taking
their time with it.

That's all that gold
leaf stuff, you know?

Stop changing the subject.

What about that
lassie you're seeing?

Where's the picture
you were gonna show me?

You know, it's
around somewhere.

I'm not draft, son.

I know I'm holding you back.

A man your age shouldn't be
saddled with his own mother.

You really want
to see a photograph?

There.

Well, it's awfully wee.

What's her name, again?

Susan.

Susan?

Well, she's a sight better
than your usual rubbish.

That's for sure.

Watch for you won't
go past you, son.

Got a good price on it.

That's 2, 3, 4, 5.50.

All right?

No bother, it's only money.

Cheers.

Hey, Tony?

Don't have any
other work, do you?

Like what?

I don't know.

Uh-- people owe you
money, stuff like that?

Half the fucking town.

Why, you going to do
something about it?

Let me tell you something.

Stick to what you're good at.

All right?

Flipper, man, come on!

Where are we going?

Shut up.

Where are we going?

Shut up, mate!

It's over here.

You don't tell a fucking
soul about this place, right?

All right.
All right.

Where are we going?

Fucking.

Oh, you fucking beauty.

Yes!

Who gives a fucking shit?

The man should dump the cunt.

Kid's got a van, though.

Get our own van,
and we're set.

Do you reckon
Donnie's good for that?

Fuck Donnie, man.

He only got where he is because
he's running Nickie D's boys.

Look at Dryden, man.

He didn't even work for anybody.

He set up on his own.

Aye, look at the cunt.

Oh.

Fucking, doesn't it?

Just got your say
on that, your fucking

down at the jail.

I know, man.

I've seen him on the telly.

He's gone straight.

Fucking the cunt.

You can if you're Dryden.

Aye.

Like fuck.

I was just talking to him
a little before I met you.

Oh, he's a fucking
excellent guy, man.

It's like, me and him, we just
aren't the same, you know?

It's like he can
see into my head.

You know what I mean?

And yet he'd--

Hey, you bastards!

The pool is for
youth!

Come on, the both of you's!

Fucking shoving--

You'll be soaked!

I've seen your face!

I'll have you for that!

I'll fucking have you!

Bastard!

What are you laughing at?

Huh?

Heya.

Fuck's sake!

Come on!

You're fucking shit up!

That's what he was saying, man.

Some students, and some fucking
fat ass, hairy faced Johnny.

Who gives a fuck, man?

Hello?

Keltie?

Shh.

Keep your voice down.

Wouldn't want to wake
your lovely lady wife,

now, would we?

Now, what's the score--

Nickie?

Classier bad
guys who've done twice the scum

like you.

I mean, could be the money.

Could be the fame.

But, you know what I think?

I think it's just shagging
a murderer turns her on.

Fuck you.
- It's all in fun, now.

Gab on about if it's
right, or if it's proper,

but then they go home to
their milk sop husbands,

and dream about a real man.

Someone who--

Nickie, hang up.

Put up with her wee affairs.

Someone who'd.

Some knuckle dragging
cunt snatches,

or murder if need be.

What does he want, Nickie?

Why is he doing this?

Nickie, I'm scared.

Hey, Sully?

Don't touch the glass, please.

I'll see you Friday.

Aye.

Ah-- give my condolences
to the happy fellow.

Why are you following me?

Huh?

Don't say you're not.

Is this something
to do with Keltie?

What, the policeman?

How did you know that?

Eh?

Did he put you up to this?

What do you know about Keltie?

I-- I just read in the
paper that some policeman

was giving you hassle.

Honest.

So, who are you?

Flipper.

Flipper?

What kind of
fucking name's that?

And what's your game, Flipper?

I just-- I just wanted to--

You wanted to what?

I wanted to talk to you.

You wanted to talk about what?

About-- about your sculptures.

Oh, about my sculptures?

I want to buy one.

That's very nice, Flipper.

Good.

The one with the fish.

Well, that'll
cost you four grand.

How do you expect to pay for it?

Pay it up off your?

Or maybe you're a private
art collector in disguise.

Exchange
for one of them

Hockneys you've got
hanging in the bogs, innit?

Soft-like in a way, yeah?

It's meant to.

Why did you make
one out of fish?

Cause that's how
I'm called Flipper.

Cause I swam with a fish.

Flipper's a dolphin.

Dolphins are not fish.

See ya around.

I cannot afford four grand.

Maybe someday, huh?

But I could work for you.

Paying it off.

You could work for me?

Doing what?

Cash collecting.

People needing sorted.

Stuff like that.

They don't call you Flipper
on account of your brain size,

do they?

No, Nickie, man.

I know the score.

Listen, pal.

Let me make it fucking plain.

I'm done with all that.

I'm done with being the
headbanger's William Wallace.

OK?

Do what you want.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Just meeting my
public, you know?

Nice duds.

I knew you'd look
good in a suit.

Oh, aye, your mother's
going to love that.

You'll be subversive.

Come on, boys.

Come inside, now.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Oh, darling.

There's my wee girl.

Daddy!

Oh, wee sister,
that's the last of us.

Thank you.

Where's Nickie?

He's over there.

It's all right, Daddy.

All right, doll.

Oh, I tell you
what, I'm knackered.

You're knackered?

On your honeymoon night?

You were.

Oh, come on.

We were in Inverness.

She's going to gay Paris.

You'd better believe it.

You don't look much like--

Nickie?

Oh, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm sorry for this wee

hiatus in what must be a very
joyful day for youse all.

I'll just take a few
minutes of your time.

What's this about?

Who are these people?

You're the bride's father?

That's right.

Must be quite a day for you.

The day your bairn gets married.

Must set you
thinking about life.

About what's passed,
and what's to come.

What's going on?

I'd like to introduce
youse to Becky Sutherland.

She'll not be seeing
her son married.

Won't be having any
grandchildren by him.

All the dreams a
mother has for her son

won't be coming true for Becky.

Because 18 years ago,
that man murdered him.

There's a story for
all these people,

and they're not just names.

Their sentences won't end.

Ever.

The man who destroyed their
lives is standing right there.

And he's a member
of your family.

I wish the newlyweds
all the best.

Keltie!

Keltie, you bastard!

I'm telling you, I'll kill you!

Come here, you bastard!

I'll kill you!

Fucking fight me!

I'll kill you!

Nickie!

Nickie!

I'll kill you!

Stop!

Don't!

Nickie!

Don't!

That's right, Nickie!

Still the same murdering animal!

You'll burn for this, Keltie!

You're finished!

I can't do my duty?

Your duty?

You ruined my sister's wedding!

You hounded her
in her own house!

What kind of duty
do you call that?

The duty invested in me
by the state to protect

the people you were exploiting.

And terrorize them, and
to leave no stone unturned

in the pursuit of
the prosecution

and the punishment of men who
have betrayed their country,

and their class!

You said this would
only end when you walked

out your sock then, Nickie.

Yours has just begun.

Oh, god.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, Jobbie,
man, come on down!

Hey, Job--

What are you doing, man?

Can you come out?

I dunno what, man.
Please?

Have you gone fucking ranch?

Do you know?

What?

He's dead.

Fucking Johnny, man.

He died.

Fucking heart attack.

Who's that at the door?

Aw, please-- you gotta go.

You gotta.

In there, sir.

Nickie?

No!

Are you all right?

I'm doing it.

No, no.

Just-- just a minute.

Hold on.

Get up.

I'm sorry.

There you go.

There you go.

Keltie?

No, you're OK.

You've been asleep.

Oh, I know he's--
I know he's here.

He said he'd punish us.

He said he'd punish us.

He said your
punishment wasn't over.

He said that just because--
he says just because--

- Nobody knows anything.
- No!

I do, I do!

I know!

I know it was Keltie.

I know it was Keltie.

I know it was.

Don't cry.

Please.

Come on, Val.

Please.

There you go.

Oh, my boy!

My boy!

My boy!

My boy!

Shh.

Oh, what am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

He's gone!

I take it you heard
about Dryden's stepson?

Hm.

You don't sound too upset.

There's a certain irony to it.

His mother might disagree.

Well, nobody forced
her up the aisle.

Well, I guess she
thought he must have

been given a second chance.

To forgive is
divine, and all that?

Easy said when you've
nothing to forgive.

So, what have you got
to forgive, then, eh?

Me?

Nothing.

Come on, Gary, he must
have done something to you?

You'd understand, eh?

Blessed are the meek, eh?

Never mind you broke
your back for a bus pass,

and 60 pound a week.

You cannot pay your bills?

We'll have an auction
in your fucking house.

Cannot pay for your house?

We'll just take the fucker back.

Never mind your MPs are bent,
and your judges are drunks.

Your national
heroes are junkies,

and whores, and traitors.

Just keep your head
down, and you'll

get your reward in Heaven.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we were supposed
to protect the people.

They were counting on
us, and we failed them.

We failed them, Colquhoun.

And we were all
they fucking had.

All right, James, you've
got a few minutes to cool off,

and do what you have to do.

Where were you the
night of the murder, Gary?

Christ, Val.

Listen to what
you're saying, here.

What would you have me do, eh?

You don't have to do anything.

If Keltie's involved, I
promise he'll go to jail.

Oh, you're kidding.

Pigs don't send
other pigs to prison.

You've said so yourself.

You're not thinking straight.

Nobody is.

So, you'll do it for money,
you're thinking straight.

Do it to protect your
family, and you're insane.

Do it for a few pounds,
and that's good business.

But it was your business
that got us into this.

It was your sordid fucking
business that got Scott killed.

All right, Nickie.

That's enough.

Funny.

You hardly ever see the
wee ones these days.

You know, the sparrows.

It's all just pigeons.

Well, you know why
that is, don't you?

No, why's that?

They're all doing the mansion.

I'm telling you,
that's the place to be.

I don't need any mansion, son.

Somewhere with a
wee bit of garden.

That'd do me.

I think I'm going to
build a mansion with a wee

bit garden in the back.

We're talking grounds, here.

Lawns.

All nice and tidy, and
stretch out for miles.

Like hedges, all cut
into shapes, and that.

Pretty flowers.

Any--.

Ah, you should smell them.

Every type of flower that grows.

What about trees, and all?

Every type of tree that grows.

So, who's going to clean
all these hundreds of rooms?

Wouldn't even matter,
cause once one got dirty,

you'd just move into another.

I would see you
tied to the ground.

You'd like to live that that.

Christ, Nickie.

I'd like to help.

But doing a pig?

And to be honest, for the
sake of a few spoiled parties.

It's not just that.

My wife's son-- my
stepson-- he was, uh--

Aye.

I heard about that.

You think Keltie did it?

All I know is my
wife's son's dead,

and this cunt-- this cunt-- came
to the funeral just to gloat.

And I cannot have that.

No.

Here.

Come and see this.

Come on.

Oh my god.
Look at this.

It's good to have
you back, Nickie.

I'm not back, though.

I just need your help.

Have to use somebody
form.

Make it look like a mugging.

All right.

Here's a sketch.

This is the guy's address.

Don't speak other than
to make sure it's him.

Put the cunt down, break a
few rubs, but don't go mad.

Go through his pockets and
take anything valuable.

Watch, money, credit
cards-- anything.

This is something I'm sorting
for an old pal, so no fuck ups.

All right?

Your man's name is Keltie.

Keltie?

And here's the good
part-- he's a policeman.

I can't believe it.

Christ Almighty God.

What is it with you
and this key thing?

If I've told you once,
I've told you 100 times,

you put the key
in, you hold it in,

and then the wee thing comes up.

I mean, it's not as if
it's rocket sci-- Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Mom!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Mom?

No, Mom!

Oh, no!

Oh, no, Mom!

Oh, Christ.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, Christ.

Come on.

The room's bare, and no-one
will bother you, Val.

I promise you.

Please.

Let your--

Let's me away to
this tattoo thing.

Cannot be bothered, really.

All this VIP stuff.

What time are you here till?

About nine.

About nine, hm?

We can stay later.

No, no, it's fine.

I think we'll be
out by nine-ish.

No.

I'll be fine.

I mean, I can
stay if you want.

I don't have to--

Nickie.

I'll be fine.

I have to do it some time.

I think what she
needs is an early night.

She's taken her pill.

The invitation.

Oh, aye.

Right.

How is she?

Well, she's not doing the
gay fucking gardens, is she?

Don't jump to conclusions
about who's responsible.

Dryden's all through this like
a stick of fucking Castle Rock.

Cause he thinks
you murdered the boy?

Well, he's in good
company, then, eh?

Even so, I mean,
why your mother?

Why not you?

Policy.

Mr. Keltie, would you like
to see her for a minute?

Uh, yes.

Yes.

Mr. Keltie?

Where are you going?

Ah-- no, you're
all right, son.

Just, uh-- I'm just, uh,
going for a wee walk.

Yeah, I'm not gonna-- I'm not
gonna walk out on her, am I?

Well, do you want me
to come with you, then?

No.

No.

Thanks.

Nickie!

Nickie!

It's me.

Flipper, man.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

No, Nickie, I've
done the job, man.

Good for you.

I've done it, man!

Listen, I'm not in the mood.

I'm not in the fucking mood, OK?

Nickie, man, I've
done killing for you.

Tony asked me to do that job
for you, on the policeman.

Keltie.

Fucking mental, huh?

Can you believe it,
when?

Cause I know that you--

Hey, shut up!

Just explain this to me.

Tony hired you?

Aye He comes in yesterday,
says he's got this job need

doing for a pal of his, right?

And he says the guy's name
is Keltie, and I knew it.

I just knew it was you.

He didn't say that, but,
you know, with you making

that fish thing, and-- and--

Have you told
anybody else this?

No, not anybody.

Right.

It's fucking mad, man.

The way-- I mean, it's like,
it's all meant to happen, yeah?

So, what did you do?

Oh, I fucked the cunt, man.

Sweet eyes.

Well, you just gave
him a doing, right?

Oh, it was fucking
better than that, man.

Look.

Because, like, when I'm
in a job, I always think,

like, uh, what
would Nickie do, eh?

What would Nickie D do, man?

And then I see's I've got an in.

And it was like, fucking yes.

It's like you said, man, it's
what sets us apart, you know?

What is this?

The cunt stays with
his old lady, see?

Keltie's ma?

- It's your policy.
- You did Keltie's ma?

Is that what you're
fucking telling me?

I thought that--

You thought what?

You thought I wanted
you to do his ma?

You silly fucking cunt!

Fuck!

Nickie, man, the--

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, man, I'm sorry!

Fuck!

Jesus!

Nickie!

I can do the pig for you!

I know, man!

Whatever you want!

I'll tell you what I want!

For you to get the
fuck out of my sight!

Nickie, man!
I need to talk to you!

Get away from
me, you fucking--

Nickie, talk to me!

Can't you see I'm
the same as you?

I'm fucking warning you!

He!

He was just lucky!

I think--

Now look what
you've made me do.

Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Up you come.
You're fine.

You're fine.
Up.

There we are.

See, you shouldn't
have hung onto me.

You brought it on yourself.
There we go.

There we are.

Look-- there.

Easy, easy.

There you go.

There.

There you go, all right.

There we go.
See?

You're OK, pal.

All right.

Here we go.

Look, look.

There you go.

That's a boy.

There.

You're going to be just dandy.

That's a boy.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh my god.

Eh, you're all right.

You're game, aren't ya?

You're a good boy.

There, you-- you
hang in there, OK?

That's it.

Yeah.

That's my boy.

There you go.

Yeah?

There you go.

You stay there, pal.

Hey.

Hey.

Stay with me, son.

Come on.

Stay here.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, God Almighty.

Please, son.

Come on, son.

Please.

Stay here.

I don't believe it.

Oh, fuck, I don't believe this.

Come on, come on.

I don't fucking believe it.

This cannot be happening.

I don't believe it.

It's not happening.

Oh, god.

Sorry I'm late.

Yes, sir?

If you head upstairs
to the left--

Ah!

Scream, and it's the last
sound you'll ever make.

Straight through.

Will your, ah, wife
be joining you?

No.

No, she won't.

Yeah, just isn't
the same without her.

Thanks.

Would you care for a drink?

Uh-- whiskey, please.

Straight.

OK.

Tell me where he is!

I don't know.

Don't fucking lie to me!

I'm not lying.

I don't know.

I don't know!

He went--

Mrs. Dryden, your
husband as good as

had somebody killed last night.

A 70-year-old woman.

Battered and slashed to death.

Now, this is the kind of
man you are protecting,

so one way or
another, you are going

to tell me where he fucking is!

The gallery.

He went to the gallery.

No.

I don't think so.

You see, I know your type,
so he's not at the gallery.

So, we are going to try again.

We are going to try--

No!

Just tell me where he
is, and I'll be gone.

You'll never see me again.

You have my word on that.

The word of the bastard
that killed my son?

I never killed
your fucking son!

No, you don't have
the fucking guts!

But you know who did.

I'm a policeman, Mrs. Dryden.

I spent my life trying
to uphold the law.

Killing doesn't take guts!

Trying to be decent, trying
to live a decent life--

that's what takes guts.

Keep away from me.

Keep away!

Keep away!

Oh, that wouldn't interest
you, though, would it, now?

Your decency.

Yeah, where's the
challenge in that?

Well, it's all
right for a while.

You know-- after a while,
when you're bored with it,

then what?

What's left to
find in a good man?

A good man?

Nothing but disappointment.

Is that you, Keltie?

A good man?

Is that what a good man does?

I'm sure you'll find
out, you-- Forgive me!

No!

Just tell me where he is!

No!

Just tell me where he is!

No!

Help!

Somebody help!

Just tell me--

No!

Tell me where he is.

No!

No!

Just tell me where he is.
No.

No.

Shh.

I can't--

Just tell me where he is.

Tell me-- tell me where he is.

Tell me where he is!

Tell me where he is!

Tell me where he is!

Tell me where he is!

Tell me where he is!

Tell me.

Don't.

Please don't.

Don't-- Please.

Please don't.

Oh, no-- don't--

Just--

Don't!

Help!

No!

Shh.

No!

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

This-- this is where he is.

The fucking tattoo.

Aw, jeez, why the fuck
didn't you tell me?

Why the fuck didn't
you fucking tell me?

You did Keltie's ma?

It's the policy.

What was the policy?

That
cunt came to the house?

You sentenced

when you walked
out of the shark pen, Nickie!

Mothers, fathers, and wives.

Yours has just begun!

Police?

Oh my god!

Yes, yes, please!

They're going to kill my--

Yes, yes, please.
Please, do something.

Please.

You've got to stop him!

He's going to kill-- Nickie!

Time to settle up.

Oh, Christ.

Get on your feet,
you murderin' bastard.

Look, Keltie, that thing
that happened to your mother--

I didn't want it to happen.

It was-- I swear, it
was supposed to be you.

Well, it wasn't me, was it?

Well, it was for you.

And even worse for your wife.

What do you mean, my wife?

You took from me.

I took from you.

Now we're back where we started.

Two guys with fuck all.

You're done, Keltie.

Your wee dream's over, Nickie.

You've lost her.

All she'll see when
she looks at you

is fear, and pain, and loss.

All she'll see is me.

Me, and what we did tonight.

You're lying.

You're a fucking liar.

I know you.

You're all bluff.

Why don't you take a look at
what's sticking in your ribs?

Ah!

Where did you get this?

Where do you think?

You liar!

You lying, fucking pig bastard!

Tell me you're lying!

Tell me you're fucking lying!

We can walk away from this.

Go on with our lives.

Get it through
your head, Nickie.

Your life has gone.

My life has gone.

20 fucking years, gone.

There's nothing fucking left!

Why, Keltie?

Why did this have to happen?

Welcome the Braves!

Now, ladies and
gentlemen, please--

ladies and gentlemen of the
press, my client will not

answer individual questions.

I have here a
prepared statement.

Thank you.

Obviously we are
pleased that the jury

has seen fit to acquit my
client of the murder of Mr. Gary

Keltie.

Mr. Keltie pursued a merciless
vendetta against Mr. Dryden,

which has destroyed
his marriage,

tarnished his
reputation, and left him

in a state of near disability.

So we praise this verdict,
which could so easily have

been derailed by prejudice.

Up until this point--
- Val!

Wait!

There has been some
speculation within the--

Val!

Val!

Val!

Val!

I have to go.

Just wait!

Please!

She's got nothing
to say to you!

What the fuck does
it have to do with you?

I'm not scared of you, Dryden.

I just want to talk.
Come on.

- Please, this isn't the place.
- Come on.

When?

Where?

I don't even know where you are.

Let's move.

Don't let this happen.

He's won if you let it happen.

Why am I being
punished for this?

You're not.

Well, that's how
it feels to me!

That's what it feels like!

Please, Mr. Dryen.

You've heard my statement.

I've got nothing else to say.

Please, Mr. Dryden, just a
couple of minutes of your time!

Mr. Dryden.

I'm sorry, but it's just that--
could you-- It's a great book.

I've read it twice, now.

That's just brilliant.

Thanks.

Congratulations on the verdict.

All right, then.

Just put it down in here.

There.

That's a bit better.

Well, that's a garden
if I've ever seen one.

This is the en suite
bathroom over here.

But I presume Mrs.
Keltie will need, uh,

assistance with
bathing, so there

will be two nurses coming in.

One in the morning, and,
uh, one at nighttime.

Could I have a word?