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[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

VICAR: We have but a
short time to live.

To whom can we turn
for help, but you, Lord.

Deliver us from
the bitter pain
of the eternal death.

We have entrusted
our brother Albert
to God'’s mercy.

And we now commit
his body to the ground.

Earth to earth.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope
of the resurrection

to eternal life,

through Our Lord Jesus Christ,

who will transform
our frail bodies

that they may conform
to His glorious body,

who died and was buried
and rose again for us.

To Him be glory forever.

Amen.

[INHALES]

[FLICKING]

[FLICKING]

[INHALING]

[EXHALING]

[MEN TALKING IN DISTANCE]

Ah, little fucker.Hmm.

How do you mean?

We'’re gonna have to
get another at some point.

Tools for the job.

So, let'’s just go ahead.

That boy is at fucking funeral.

I'’m just trying
to help, Jim.

Oh, if you wanna help,
get us a new Peterman.

What?

A fucking safe cracker.

[SNIFFING]

[INHALES]

[FLICKING]

[INHALING]

[EXHALING]

[INHALING]

[EXHALING]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Stay and talk,
just for a minute.

You do look tired, love.

I'’m okay.

No.

I don'’t think so.

Look,

I'’ve been thinking,

and I think it would be
a good idea

if you came and stayed
with me for a bit.

Just till things settle.

I'’ll be okay.

Yeah, I know you will,
but it'’s more
for my sake really.

[INHALING]

And the spare room'’s
already made up,
so it'’s no trouble.

And even he would'’ve loved
to see you.

He loved you very much.

Your grandad.

You do know that.

Hmm.

Just one thing,
about your dad.

He'’s in the front room
with his pals.

But I won'’t have any trouble.

Not here, not today.

Hang on a minute.

Here. Take this.No.

Just till you get
on your feet.

Please. For me?

Can I help ya?

No.

What do you want?

I said, what do you want?

[CLUNK]

On this...

The day
of my father'’s funeral,

my son has not
one word of sympathy

for his own father.

[INHALING]

What are you
even doing here?

Fuck off.

[TEARING]

[CLINKING]

[SHUTTER OPENS]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[SNIFFS]

[MUMBLING]

[BANGING]

[SPITS]

BILL: This one?JIM: Yep.

Put it back.

What?

Fucking put them back?

Hey, easy, Bill.

You know who this is?
It'’s Charlie's son.

Charlie Graves.

Charlie Graves
is a pisshead fuck.

Grandson to Albert Graves.

Oh.

I'’ve probably caught Aids
or something.

You shouldn'’t
keep around, John.

Bad for your health.BILL: Right, what else?

Take everything.

No, no, no, no.
Don'’t touch anything.

Don'’t touch these things.He'’s telling me to fucking...

[SMACK]

Get the tools.
I'’ll take him to the old man.

TONE: You sure you don'’t want
a cup of tea, Jim?

I'’ll have
my tea later, Tone.

[CLINKING]

Mm.

What time is
my brother coming?

[CAR APPROACHING]

He'’s here.

Come on.

Where are we going?

[GRUNTS]

[CHOKING]

This him?Yeah, Dad.

[SMACK]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

OLD MAN: Enough.

I said enough, Peter.

[GROANING]

[GROANING]

OLD MAN: Sit him up.

Up you come.

Now.

I hear that you
and your grandad

were close,
God rest his soul.

And that your grandad
taught you a thing
or two about safes

before your fall from grace,
is that right?

PETE: He'’s a fuckin' junkie.

Well?Yeah.

I'’m with Pete.

Even if he can do it,
look at the state of him.

Listen, John, Peter here,

would like nothing more
than to tear you

limb from limb,
and after what you'’ve
done to his son, Chris,

who can blame him.

I never done
nothing to him.

Listen,

now is the time

to be really honest.

Tell me, are you clean?

Yes.

Now, more importantly,

can you do this thing
for us? And remember,

lying will get you
nothing more than
a shallow grave, young man.

I know how to open a safe.

And I never done
nothing to him.

I don'’t believe
you'’re listening to this.

As your efforts have
so far failed...

Your grandad

had a real talent.

Let'’s hope it's still
in the family.

You'’ve got 24 hours.

No, no, no, please.Oh, yeah, boy.

[CRYING]

Please...

Hurry, cowboy.

[GRUNTING]

MAN: I'’m starving. What to eat?

[GROANING]

[FLICKING]

PETE: Hurry up, son,
it'’s getting cold.

Knock yourself out.

I can'’t breathe.

PETE: Leave him.

I need a piss.

I need a fucking piss!

I need a fucking piss!
[BANGING]

Hello.

Fucking behave, all right?

[SLAPPING]

Come on.

[INHALING]

[INHALING]

[EXHALING]

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING]

Let'’s just go.

You haven'’t
opened the safe.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

When was he supposed
to open it?

Two weeks ago.

On site.

But then he had that turn.

We couldn'’t wait any longer,
so we brought it here.

You sure your up to this, John?

He'’d better be.

For his sake.

Food.

[TEARING]

You gonna eat that?

Right.

I'’m bedding down.

I think we should make a start.

Knock yourself out.

Me? I'’m gonna get some kip.

I think we should start
in the morning.

All of a sudden,
there'’s a fucking democracy.

Where are you sleeping?

In the van.

I'’ll try and get a fire going
if I were you.

Fuck that, I'’m sleeping
in the van as well.

Make sure she'’s locked up.

Let'’s go.

[FIRE CRACKLING]

How you been?

It'’s been a while.

For what it'’s worth,

sorry about
what happened to Chris.

Now, it wasn'’t good.

Chris was always his own man.

[INHALING]

Yeah, but all the same...

Are you apologizing?

Chris was a junkie,
died of an overdose. End of.

You mind
if I ask you something?

Did you even like
your brother?

Thought so.

Then again, who did?

One more thing.

You know I'’m gonna have
a problem in the morning.

[INHALING] Just go to sleep.

[SIGHING]

[RATTLING]

GRANDAD: Who'’s there?

All right, Grandad.
It'’s only me.

How'’d you get in?

There'’s a key
under the mat isn'’t there.

You should'’ve knocked.

Now, what do you want?

Nothing, just thought I'’d
come to see you.

See how you'’re
getting on and that.

Where have you been?

Oh, around and about.

You got much work
on at the minute?

I'’m getting too old
for all that.

[LAUGHING] No, you'’re not.

You got plenty good years
left in you yet.

Not many more now, boy.

I know you think
I'’m an old fool.

And there'’s plenty who'd agree.

But I do miss you, boy.

Look, why don'’t
you come home?

Just for a while.

[LAUGHING]
For old times, innit?

You get that junk
out of your system.

Put a word out,
find you some work.

It'’ll all come back to you.

I never forgot anything,
if that'’s what you're
talking about.

Of course you didn'’t.

It'’s in your blood.

It'’s gotta be better
than this, eh?

I'’ve... I've got
to be somewhere
actually, Grandad.

Fucking...

You wouldn'’t lend me two quid
to get a bus back and that.

Don'’t take me for a fool, son.

It'’s not like that.

Not a penny.

It'’s not for fuckin'
drugs is it?
It'’s for fuckin'...

How come you never
believe me, huh?

I love you, son.

But while there'’s breath
in my body, I won'’t
help you kill yourself.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Why don'’t you
just settle in, John?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Come on, man.

Move yourself.

Oh, look,
it'’s the fucking nightwatch.

What'’s going on?

This fuck, move!

Your boy went walk about.

Move your fuckin'’ arse,
you junkie fuck, move!

You made me run. Move it.

Fuck.

Now, hey! Whoa!
Hey, I'’ve been told.

Nothing'’s to happen to him.
I'’ve been told!

"I'’ve been told,
I'’ve been told,"
What I'’m telling ya,

if you can'’t keep him here,
then I will.

I was just going
for the fuckin'’ drugs.

Shut your fuckin'’ mouth!

This fucker is gonna
get us nicked.

[STAMMERING]
Let me deal with this.
Look at me.

This does not end well.

Now you fucking
deal with it.

I swear.

Your dad is losing
the fucking plot, man.

[GRUNTING]

Come here. Fuck it.
Get over here.

Fucking trash talk.
I'’ll fucking kill you myself.

Talking about my fucking dad?

Listen to me. Look at me!

Do you understand me, John?
Do you understand me?

[PANTING]

I need a drill.
A Limpet drill.
[CHOKING]

You need a fucking drill,
just ask me. I'’ll get you drill!

And anything else you need.
No more fuckin'’ about.

[COUGHING]

How bad is it?

I can'’t do this.

Tell me what you need.

I need to get out of here.

That'’s not gonna happen.

[CRYING]

[BLOWING RASPBERRY]

Well?

He'’s fucked.How fucked?

He'’s going under for a few days.

What'’s the matter
with him?

Cold turkey, you thick fuck.

He said he was clean.

Who gives a fuck what he said.

He'’s a lying, junkie cunt.

Not so clever now, are we?
The old man'’s gonna shit
when he finds out.

Leave the old man
to me, all right?

Maybe we should
get him something.

Some heroin
or some kind of...

Nobody is buying him
that shit here.

Well.

Well, what?

Is he gonna come
through it or what?

What am I, a smack expert?

All I know is he'’s
as good as useless
for the next few days.

Good, let him suffer.

For fuck'’s sake,
do you ever give it a rest?

Feeling the strain,
are we?

Right, this is what we do.

If he comes through,
we open the safe.

If he doesn'’t,
we dig a hole.

Either way, all we can do
is lay low and wait.

There'’s something else.

He says we brought
the wrong tools,

he needs a Limpet drill.

And he needs the safe
standing up.

Right. Well, you go
fetch the Limpet drill.

Me and Bill will hold the fort,
and put the safe upright.

You go with him.

Excuse me?

And don'’t be
too fucking long,
all right?

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[RATTLING CONTINUES]

[THUD][GROANING]

For fuck'’s sake, Bill.

[GROANING]

Oh, Jesus.

[PANTING]

Fuck.

[GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

What are you doing?

I'’m practicing
with my left.

Well, don'’t. You might
as well just call the police.

It'’s a countryside.
People are always
shooting things out here.

[HEAVING]

Listen.What?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

We both know what happens next.

The old man
hands him over to Pete.

If Pete doesn'’t
get to him first.

He won'’t?
[FAINTLY]

They may shoot anyone.

You sure?Yes.

All I know is that me
and you are stuck
in middle of fuckin'’ nowhere

babysitting some smack head,
and for what?

A few quid
from the old man.

I don'’t care
for your share, Jim.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe I'’m sick
and tired of the old man.

Don'’t you forget
who the old man was.

Fuck the old man!

Fuck him, fuck his life
and fuck it!

All right, shut up.

It'’ll be just another
day or two.

You'’re not listening to me,
we haven'’t got a day or two.

Pete'’s losing it
and when he does,

we'’re all in the firing line.

Now, I'’ve been thinking.

How about me and you
sidestep all this bullshit

and take what'’s in the safe
for ourselves?

Hmm?

Don'’t you even talk like that.

Why not?Because talk like that

will get us grief.

PETE: What'’s that about grief?
[CLEARS THROAT]

I'’m just saying I doubt

our pet smack head'’s ability
to open the safe.

And if he doesn'’t,
we'’re in for some grief.

Oh, he'’ll do it.

What happened
to your hand?

Fuck off.

[BANGING]

[THWACKING]

[GRUNTING]

Fuck.

[GROANING]

[CRYING]

[SHIVERING]

Tea, Jim?

Jim, tea?

Milk, two sugars.

They'’re still working.

I'’d have slept in some
fuckin'’ shitholes in my time.

How did he look this morning?

Not good, mate.

I think I need the hospital.

Do you mind?
I'’m trying to
fucking eat.

I'’m sorry, mate.
I think they'’re
fucking falling off.

Make sure he stays put.

He'’s not going anywhere.

Well, you never know
what a man is capable of

when he'’s pushed.

[GROANING]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

MAN: Hello?

Morning, saw the van.

You moving in, sir?

When it'’s livable.

Shut up, shut up.

You by yourself?Yeah.

It'’s just I thought
I heard voices.

Radio. I do like to sing.

Hope you got a good deal?

A bargain.

Must have dealt
with the daughter.

Solicitor.

Oh, come on in for a cuppa.

I'’d love to, but I've got
some other calls to make.

Oh, your chimney
might need a clean.

I'’ll look into it.

Well, I'’ll swing by some time,
check on your progress.

Shh... Shh...

[WHEEZING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Problem?

Yeah, we need
a chimney sweep.

[INHALING]

Where am I?

On holiday.
Where do you think?

You'’re gonna kill me.

[SIGHING]

Stop kicking up a fuss.

Understand?

Just be the man you said
you were gonna be, John.

[GROANING]

You listening?

[GRUNTING]

I said are you listening?

Come here. Hey...
[SHUSHING]

Come here.
[SHUSHING]

See that safe?

That'’s your salvation, John.

You open that,
you walk out of here.

If you don'’t,

that'’s a different story.

Let'’s move this, eh?

[CHAINS RATTLING]

It'’s a joint, John.
Smoke it, may
make you feel better.

[JANGLING]

[EXHALING]

PETE: What does the old man
expect us to do, huh?

Sit around here
with our thumbs
up are arses,

wait for the plod
to show up again?

It'’s just a local plod
being nosey.

Nosey is gonna get us nicked.

I'’m gonna lose these,
I know it.

I'’m gonna lose it with
you in a minute

if you don'’t stop whining.

We stick to the plan.

Sit tight.Sit tight?

The old bill is running around.

I said, "Sit tight."

Does it look like
I'’m asking permission?

Whoa, Dad, whoa, whoa.Fuck this!

I wanna know who died
and made this cunt king.

In a couple of days,
you can do what
you want with him,

until then, sit tight.

Dad.

Fuck you.

Dad.

Warsaw...

That Warsaw flash cunt
giving orders.

While that scumbag
breathes good air.

And you?

What use are you?

We'’re here for the job.

Fuck the job.

If you had one-fifth
of what your brother had.

Yeah, I know I'’m not Chris.

I think we established
that a long time ago.

I'’m not a junkie either.

[SHOUTING]

He was a junkie, Dad.

Yeah, well...

if he was,

it was '’cause of
that cunt in there.

[SMASHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Who'’s that?

Grandad?

They'’re gonna kill me.

Do you hear me?

I said, they'’re gonna kill me.

Grandad.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

BILL: Stop pacing.

You'’re making me ill.

JIM: He lost it.

Don'’t.

You saw him.

He'’s fucking coming.

Don'’t you start again,
all right, Jim?

Start what, eh?

Please.

What are you fucking talking
about? He'’s a fucking nutter.

Go and look. Go.

[GUNSHOT]

[BLOWING]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

[DISTANT GUNSHOT]

Did you hear that?

Why are you following me?

[THUD]

No.

I don'’t want your help!

One thing...

I asked you to do one thing.

And you don'’t have
the balls to do it.

No, no, no.

No.

Dave, come here.

Come here.

Come here.
[WHISPERING]

It'’s okay.

Son, come here.

Hey, come on, hey.

Come on, hey.

Oh, come on, Davey.

Come on, son.

[SNIFFLING]

That'’s okay.

It'’s okay.

Hey, it'’s okay.

I'’ll do it.

JIM: Sit him up.

Came back for that cuppa?Fuck off!

Dammit.

My handyman.

[GROANING]

What are we gonna do with him?

[THWACKING]

What are you doing?

[GRUNTING]

Fucking...

Fuck, shit, man,
what are you doing?

[GRUNTING]

More officers are on the way.

[CRYING] I made the call.

Bollocks, you wouldn'’t be
creeping around

out of uniform if you had.

Jim, no.No, think.

Can'’t let him go.

He has seen your face.

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

[BANGING] No!

[BANGING]

No!

No, no!

[GUNSHOTS]

Dad, stop!

Do it if it'’ll make you happy.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing?

I want him dead now!

I don'’t give a shit
what you want.

Dad, stop, stop.

[GRUNTING]

Fuck off.

[GROANING]

Chicken wee cunt.

[CRYING]

I could'’ve been
at the hospital.

Shut the fuck up, Bill.

I can'’t...Shut up.

I'’m trying to think.

Did you hear that?

You heard nothing.

Oi.

Nothing.

I'’ll take you to the hospital
in the morning.

Once the safe'’s open.

It'’ll be too late by then.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PANTING]

I can'’t remember.

What'’s the first thing we do?

I'’m not sure.

What'’s the first thing...

that we do?

Relockers.

And how do we do that?

By drilling.

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC TURNS OPTIMISTIC]

[HAMMERING]

[DRILLING]

Not too deep.

Too deep, glass breaks.

Glass breaks.

Relockers fire.

Relockers fire.

Then you'’re fucked.

GRANDAD: Nice and slow.

Good work, boy.

Good work.

Good.

Now what?

We need to sink.

What do we need to sink?

The combination.

Good lad.

Good lad.

[SOBBING]

I'’m so sorry.

I'’m sorry I wasn't there.

It'’s okay, boy.

It'’s okay.

[SNIFFLING]

I'’ll never let you down again.

[DRILLING]

[SHATTERING]

The glass breaks.

But the relockers can'’t fire.

Nearly there.

You always had talent.

It'’s something that
can'’t be taught.

It'’s something
your father never had.

I never forgot.

[CLICK]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Two minutes.

[WHISPERING] Dad?

Dad.

Hey, Johnny.

Kitchen.

So, you'’ve seen the blood.

Now, come on, John.
Don'’t be coy.
It'’s everywhere.

Great news is,
it'’s not mine.

What happened?

Pete.

That'’s what happened.

He was gonna kill you, John.

Can'’t blame him.

They wouldn'’t have.They?

They'’ve always did
what his dad wanted.

You know, the main thing is,

you'’re safe with me now.

I need to ask you
something, John.

Can you do this?

Look at me.

Can you really open the safe?

Good.

Finish your breakfast.

[CREAKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[BILL GRUNTING]

Come on. Come on.

[GROANING]

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Bill.

Ah, are you fucking me, Jim?

Bill, hey.

Oh, Jesus.

I need a fucking hospital now,
don'’t I?

What the fuck have you done?Oh, fucking idiots.

You laughing at me, son?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Who'’s gonna open
your safe, eh?

Shut the fuck up, you!

I'’ll get you to a hospital
once I'’ve got the safe open.

Right? Right?

Calm down. Sit down.Jim.

Jim.

Oh, you fucker.

Take that.

[CRUSHING]

[PANTING]

[EXHALES]

[LAUGHING]

Finally, found some balls,
eh, Dave?

[GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTING]

Fucking bastard.

[GUNSHOT]

It'’s gonna be all right.
[WHISPERING]

We'’ve gotta get my dad
to the hospital.
Give me a hand.

You killed them all?

If it wasn'’t for me,
you would be with them,
remember that.

We both know that'’s not
the first dead body
you'’ve seen.

I never killed anyone.

Whatever, if you say so.

Now give me a hand.

I said, I never killed anyone.

John, I know, I need you
to help me get my dad
to a hospital.

Look at him.

Just give me a hand,
all right?

I wanna ask you
something first.

Now ain'’t the time, John.
We need to go now.

One question.

What?

Why didn'’t you ever tell him?

Tell him what?

Truth about Chris.

I don'’t know what you're
talking about, John,

but now ain'’t the time.

It'’s as good as any...I'’m not fucking about.

I wanna talk about Chris.

Some other time.Now.

The night Chris died.What about it?

You were there or not?

No, I wasn'’t.

Well, that'’s funny 'cause

I was on the nod
in another room
and I heard voices.

Your voice said, you said,
you know, he was always
gonna be your big brother.

How you was gonna
fix everything.

And when I woke up
in the morning,

I found Chris dead.

'’Cause he died of an overdose
while getting high with you...

Chris didn'’t have any gear.

I know that '’cause
I did it all.

He overdosed from
the gear you gave him.

It sounds like
a junkie'’s imagination to me.

I don'’t imagine shit.

You gave Chris

the gear that killed him.

Which means you killed
your brother,

not me.Says you!

Me and Chris were mates.

Yeah, well, fuck you,
he was my brother.

You wanna know the truth,
is that it?

He'’s been more
of a nightmare dead

than he ever was alive.

How the fuck has he gone
from junkie to a martyr

in one quick move?

And for my dad'’s sake,
I'’m glad he's dead.

So I tell you, it was
tearing him apart.

I mean, imagine watching
the person you love

throw their lives away
on that shit.

But then again
you don'’t have to,
do you John?

We all do what we have to.

So I'’m just supposed
to take the blame?

To be honest, John,
I didn'’t expect you
to live this long.

No. Here I am.

There you are.

[DOOR SLAMS OPEN]

We need to get my dad
to a hospital.

And William?

He'’s dead.

Have you at least done
what you said you could?

We need to get him
to a hospital.

So you'’ve failed as well.

Are you listening to me?

What the fuck is that?

Move.

Now, come on, Jim.

There'’s your pal.

Always fail us,

eh, James?

Brother.

[GUNSHOT]

He'’s dying.

Do something.

Do something,
he'’s fucking dying!

If you don'’t do it,
I'’ll fucking kill him,
then where will you be?

Don'’t make things
difficult, David.

This is something
you'’ll have to accept.

David.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[CAR APPROACHING]

Grandad.

Uh, no.

But redemption all the same.

And no one ever gets
this chance in our lives,

Oh, uh, I apologize
about the foot by the way, but

I could take no chances.

Fuck you!

I came to see your work.

Your grandfather
was a skilled individual.

I hope you live up to his

annoyingly high expectations.

I ain'’t doing shit for you.

Unfortunate, because
the way I see it,

you owe me.

Oh, yeah?

How'’d you figure that?

Your grandfather would'’ve
finished the job

had he not died.

And he died because
of your failings.

You know this,
I know this.

So you see,

in a way, you owe us both.

Yeah, well.

It'’s still... fuck you!

So you'’re prepared
to throw away

everything your grandfather
has worked for?

All the skills he gave you,
simply for what?

Guilt, anger?

Now what?

I work for you?

There'’s always work
for a good thief.

Bollocks.

I open the safe, I'’m dead.

[LAUGHING]

You have little trust in you.

Don'’t give me trust.

There'’s your trust

lying out there
in the pool of blood.

That'’s why things get done.

Nevertheless, it will get done.

So, John, to work.

Now.

Yeah, but this time,

I'’m doing this for
my own reasons.

Not because I give a fuck
about you and your poxy safe.

Your motivation is your own.

[CLICK]

What were you expecting?

Salvation?

[CAR APPROACHING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

OLD MAN: He'’s not here.

OFFICER: Would it be okay
if I take a quick look around?

[GRUNTING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

OFFICER: No!

[THWACKING]

5881, priority.

Disarmed male with handgun.

He'’s unconscious,
immediate backup

is required.

Dispatch, do you copy?

Fuck.

[GRUNTING]

[CHOKING]

Come here.

Come here.

Open the boot.

Open it.

Okay.

In.

Get in!

[RADIO CHATTER]

[CLATTERING]

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]