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[deep breaths]

[heavy breathing]

[Paddy] Next thing you're going to tell me

is you don't recognize the Irish parliament.

[Joe] Do I fuck recognize the Irish parliament.

Or Stormont, the shithole.

[Paddy] What about the Principle of Consent?

[Joe] Fuck the Principle of Consent.

[Paddy] It's what the Good Friday Agreement's based on.

[Joe] Good Friday fuckup, you mean.

It was based on a sellout. Plain and simple.

Fuck simple.

It wasn't you up there getting shot or doing the shooting.

My grandfather did the shooting.

Your grandfather did the shooting, and for what?

But, fuck, didn't we get a republic?

Didn't we get a free state?

-What about the North? -What about the North?

Listen, how can you say "What about the North," for fuck's sake?

[Paddy] What time are we supposed to be there?

[Joe] Oh, 6:30.

-What time is it now? -About 3:20.

Not too bad.

And I'm going to scare the shite out of her too.

Oh, yeah? And why would you do that?

Because we have to use a bit of intimidation, like.

No, we don't.

We just tie her up,

make her father rob the cash, and then we're off.

Hang on a second. Hang on, hang on. Are you lost?

Because it sounds to me like you're looking

for some fucking cartoon lifestyle

where we don't hurt people on jobs, am I right?

[Paddy] No, you're not fucking right.

All I'm saying is, if I'd had my rifle back home,

I'd have fucking shot every Prod I could see.

Would you fuck?

Most Prods are sound anyways.

I'd ride a Prod,

and I'd fucking drink with a Prod.

Sound?

I wouldn't let Dave hear you saying that.

-Oh, yeah? Why not? -Because he was a volunteer.

Fuck off.

The boss Dave?

I never knew that.

Well, there's a lot of things that you don't know about Dave.

Yeah, well, I do know he does jobs like this.

Yeah, where do you think he learned all that, huh?

Tactics. Planning. Flair.

-In the North. -In the fucking North.

So when Dave asks you about the Principle of Consent,

I'd keep me fucking "John Lennon, free love,

save the world, and all the Prods shit" to yourself.

Did you ever serve them?

-Who? -The RA.

The RA? They're fucking amateurs.

[men shouting]

[Joe] Fucking Hajji checkpoint.

[shouting]

-[knocking on glass] -[speaking]

[gunshots]

[no audio]

[sniffs and gasps]

I am fucking Superman.

Hey, how much you think we'll make?

About 50 grand.

Fifty grand?

I heard this fella's worth millions.

-It's overheads. -Overheads?

-Yeah. -Fucking rip-off, maybe.

Yeah, well, tell that to the boss.

-Ah, fuck the boss. -Tell him that too.

Listen to me now, right?

Fifty grand's not bad for a morning's work.

It beats the fucking dole.

Normally, you see, I'm working with Ruby,

but he's not around since he joined the disappeared,

so now Dave says work with Paddy.

So I got to fucking work with you instead.

You know, I told Dave...

I should have me own crew.

You know, it's about time he fucking gave it to me.

[Joe laughs]

Your own crew?

Who the fuck are you to ask for your own crew?

Listen, I can't do this low-pay

donkey fucking work forever, you know?

-Like me, is it? -Well, you like what you're doing, you know?

I'm cursed with ambition.

Well, maybe he's building you up for something.

Well, there's simpler fucking ways to make money than this.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

What about the drugs?

-He taxes the traffickers. -Why not run the routes?

Why don't you ask all the fuckheads out in Abu Ghraib?

What, fucking smuggling the oil? He never got into that.

Look, with the new orders,

everyone's got to be the Dalai-fucking-Lama.

All right?

Can't put a fucking fiver in the bank

without some cunt asking you where you got it.

So he taxes the drivers instead, or he does jobs like this.

Yeah, fucking smart. Less risk.

What risk?

Joe, man, we'd be making ten times more cash

this time next year.

It sounds like you're trying to say you're smarter than Dave.

No, hang on, I just don't want to be playing toy soldiers

because he's too fucking scared of a hassle.

The end is coming, do you know what I mean?

-Time to get paid. -You want to get paid?

-Yeah. -Put your time in first.

-Oh, yeah, like you. -Yeah.

[scoffs]

Seriously, Joe, man, if I were you,

I think I'd fucking kill meself.

What?

Why are you so loyal to Dave?

What, just because he got here first,

says, "I'm the boss"?

No one's my fucking boss.

All right?

Me and Dave are like partners.

He provides the know-how, I provide the technique.

And easy with the "fuck Dave" talk.

[turns engine off]

Has he tested you yet?

Dave.

What? Asked me to prove myself?

Of course.

Did you find it difficult?

No.

So it never cost you anything personally to be loyal to Dave?

No.

Well, then he hasn't tested you.

[laughs]

And you can't do shit until he does.

Hey, what about you?

Yeah.

And that's my fucking business.

I think I have a lot of contemporary ideas to offer.

[scoffs] Contemporary ideas.

The things we deal in go all the way back to the Stone Age.

You know, my young fella's like you.

Always trying to change things.

He's a fucking waste of time.

You have a young fella?

Yeah.

And a daughter.

Why are you so surprised?

That a woman would fuck me, or she'd have me kids?

-Both. -Yeah, fuck you.

Must have been young when you had them.

Yeah, too young.

Not much older than he is now.

Did you bring anything to drink?

Yeah.

Whiskey?

Dave gave it to me. Told me to bring it.

Yeah, I was thinking more along the lines of Coke or Fanta.

Not whiskey.

-Why? -I don't drink.

What are you, an alkie or something?

Recovering.

Well, give me a hug, then.

What?

Congratulations.

Joe, I am proud of you.

-Get the fuck away from me. -What? What?

What?

How'd you quit?

Last time I checked, this wasn't an AA session.

Suit yourself.

"Twelve steps" this,

and "how do you feel about that".

I threw the doctor down the stairs,

and he hit his head off every one of them.

So it was tough to give up, was it?

It's like you're a vampire,

and you're not allowed to drink blood anymore.

Have a whiskey if you want one.

-I wouldn't feel right. -Aye, hear. It would be grand.

-Fuck it, go on. -You sure?

HIV positive.

You know, I had an uncle who was an alkie too.

Every Irishman has got an uncle that was an alkie.

[sighs]

Two Four. Send. Over.

[sighs] Two Four. Negative.

Call sign Two Two cannot hear me. Over.

Two Four. Roger. I have it in the truck. Over.

[voice buzzing over earpiece]

Two Four, confirm target Two Two.

Shit.

Two Four, do you want me to shoot him now?

As in "November Oscar Whiskey" fucking now? Over.

[voice buzzing over earpiece]

Two Four, don't you think that's a bit fucking excessive?

Two Four, why not the obvious?

I have me sights on him.

Over.

Two Four, that's horseshit. It's a messy fucking statement.

Over.

Two Four, fucking whatever. I'll do him after the business.

I'm just saying.

Two Four. Roger. Out.

Fuck.

So...

who's the most fucked-up person you ever killed?

What do you mean?

I mean like a real person.

Not just part of a job or whatever.

Why do you want to know?

Are you working for the Company?

No.

I'll ask you again.

-Are you a company man? -I'll say it again: no.

All these fucking questions, huh?

Fucking asking who I killed.

It's just a question, Joe.

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh, Christ, you're a dose.

So how many people have you killed?

I don't keep count.

Oh, you're a fucking liar.

Everyone keeps count.

It's like the women you've fucked.

Everyone knows how many,

roughly.

[exhales]

What's this about you being in the hills?

How the fuck do you know I was in the hills?

What the fuck were you doing there?

Training.

Well, why'd you come back?

I mean, you're obviously still an amateur.

Fuck you.

Dave needed me in the city

to take on more complex jobs like this.

There's nothing complex about this job,

if you have the right training.

And do they have whores in the hills?

[Paddy] I don't fuck whores.

You don't do hookers?

Nope.

Everyone does hookers. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Maybe I just like a woman that belongs to me.

Someone pure.

Look, I respect that you don't do hookers, all right?

It takes a guy with balls to admit that.

I wouldn't have admitted it.

But right now I'm just fucking with you, all right?

I'm seeing what your temper is like.

I just need to know that you can handle

volatile situations.

I've been in volatile situations, Joe.

This is not a volatile situation.

You know, Dave only sends people to the hills to hide out.

Yeah, so I was hiding out. That's all there was to it.

That's some serious fucking hiding out.

Yeah, well, I was with this young one.

Her father didn't like it, so he tried to get me sent down.

-He set you up? -Yeah.

Oh!

He comes in one night, right, with the local guard.

They drag her away.

Then he just stands there.

Fucking watching.

They fucking-- I tell you, man,

they fucking kicked the fucking shit out of me.

He doesn't say a single word.

When they're done, they threw me in a cell.

So I started getting ready to be disappeared.

It's fixed now, though, right?

Yeah, it's fixed.

I'm here, aren't I? Are you fucking blind?

Dave?

He tracked me down.

A day later I was in the hills.

Tell me something about her.

She was pure, man.

You know, nothing like the women I'd had before.

Tell me something else.

-Like what? -I don't know.

Something that would make me want to fuck her.

She was beautiful.

She was perfect.

Like...

Like proof God exists.

And did you ever see her again?

I'm going to find her.

Have you ever been married?

No.

I got married once.

Oh, yeah? How was that?

Oh, some fucking bitch she was.

Did I tell you she fucked me brother?

-Did she? -Yeah. I caught them.

In our bed. Together.

Fucking.

What'd your brother say?

Yeah, he said he had no choice.

"Uh, the woman has needs."

And I wasn't fulfilling my end of the bargain.

Fuck that.

I shot me brother right there and then in the fucking head,

and I buried them out in the back garden.

Yeah, what happened to your kids?

Ah, they're okay.

How old?

Daughter's 16, son's almost 18.

What's your daughter do?

Oh, she's a hooker.

But I made sure I was her first.

I broke her in.

Easier that way.

I get to decide on the clients.

[scoffs]

-No... -[laughs]

-She'd be perfect for a guy like you. -Swear to God.

You wouldn't fucking doubt it, would you?

[both laugh]

You think I'd fuck my own daughter?

-I don't know. Maybe. -Well, you're fucking sick.

Ah, she stays at her auntie's somewhere.

I don't get involved.

But you still killed your brother

and buried him in the garden?

You think I'd joke about something like that?

Hello, Zero. This is Two Two. Over.

Call sign Two Two and Two Four in position. Over.

Negative, all's quiet.

We're hard like iron for this.

Over.

Two Two. Roger that. Out.

Oh, I hope there's no carpets or rugs or anything.

Rugs?

Ever pull out someone's teeth with pliers?

There's more blood than you think.

I had to do it recently.

Ruined a whole rug.

Dave hates when things are messy.

Just saying, Ruby fucked up.

He let some bitch go to the toilet during a raid,

and she jumped out the window and got hit by a fucking truck.

-Where is he now? -Fuck only knows.

Dancing with Jesus, or drinking with the devil.

Dave wanted to know where he was, but, hey,

I'm not his fucking minder.

Maybe Dave just disappeared him.

But no one's seen Ruby for a month.

I miss working with Ruby.

We were good together.

[computer key clicks]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

He was alone?

Dave said only one.

This place is fucking deserted.

[Joe] This is perfect.

[unzips bag]

-You can chop him up. -Why?

Who the fuck's missing him?

We got a raid to do.

It's all about professional standards, all right?

How are you going to learn? You have to chop him.

Professional? You'll chop him.

I'm not Mohammed-fucking-Masterchef.

Fuck it, I'll do it then.

Yeah, I'll do him in the pool.

[body thuds]

If it's messy...

[chopping]

Hey, you know what else I'm going to do with my money?

-What? -Horses.

Yeah, make some bets on some horses.

Last time I was on horses I had a really good run.

Really good run.

Horses? They got races here?

It's the only place you'll see a tank at a racetrack.

Did you ever hear of the Knockadoona Kid?

The Knockadoona Kid? No.

Oh, it was a fucking beauty.

I had a good run on it. Fuck.

And I had a woman at the time too.

-Not your wife? -No, no.

[grunts]

This is a different woman.

It's when I was drinking.

Yeah, she wanted to save me.

So who the fuck would want to save you?

Ha-ha. Yeah. Can you believe that?

So I didn't care anyway,

as long as she had fucking money.

[grunts]

Fuck.

Aye.

Legs are always tough.

You just have to make sure to get your full weight behind it.

What was her name?

Marilyn.

Her skin...

it was pale and always sort of cold,

and she had these eyes like...

[sniffles]

you know, Kryptonite or something.

Fucking Supergirl, was she?

Oh, I bled her dry.

But she wanted it, you know?

It made her feel good to be fucked over.

[Paddy] Where'd you meet her?

I asked her for a light.

And I was about to ask her for money.

What was she?

A social worker or something?

Jesus, how could anyone fuck a social worker?

But the best thing about being an addict,

makes you a great liar.

Jesus, I filled her full of fucking shit.

[laughs]

Filled her full of shit. She fell for me.

So you asked her for a light, she just brought you home?

She smelled the drink.

She said the booze had killed her father,

and she couldn't save him,

and she wanted a second chance at saving someone.

Fuck, man. She was beautiful.

Fucked.

[chopping]

What about professional standards?

Fuck them.

[Paddy] Clear.

So listen, tell me more about the Knockadoona Kid.

I stole 5,000 from Marilyn to bet on the horse.

The race ended. Ask me where did he come.

Where did he come?

He won.

Took in a hundred grand.

Ask me if I went home.

Did you go home?

No. I met Gandhi.

Who? The real Gandhi?

Now how could I meet the real Gandhi?

He's fucking dead.

This is a little bald fella.

He looks like Gandhi, so they call him Gandhi

He had a tip at 10-1, right from the trainer's mouth.

And you put it all on that?

Every last cent.

The whole place was on it. I was looking at a million.

-How'd it go? -The horse was crazy.

It kept kicking and screeching even before the race started.

Do you know those gaps that are in the fences?

For the ambulances and all that shit?

Phew! Straight out through one of them it goes.

It was only in the race for about 25 seconds.

Turned out, Gandhi was working for the bookie.

After I won the hundred grand, the bookie wasn't happy.

Sent Gandhi in with a false tip for me.

And it worked too.

Of course, no one told me that Gandhi was Dave's cousin.

How'd you find out?

Oh, I pulled his fucking teeth out with pliers.

Oh, fuck.

And then he told me.

Like this.

"I'm Dave's cousin, you fucking asshole."

What did Dave say?

He said I owed Gandhi.

I've got to do five jobs to work it up.

And I had to buy Gandhi a new rug.

So what?

You're not getting paid today?

No, no. I'm settling things.

This job's the last one.

And you don't mind not getting paid?

Of course I fucking mind.

What can you do? I fucked up, you know?

I'm just saying, you know, if it was me,

I would have killed Gandhi on the spot.

You're getting rode.

Considering you're Dave's partner.

Hey.

I'll have your fucking teeth out in a minute.

What happened with Marilyn?

She used to hold my head over the toilet bowl.

I can still smell the perfume on her fingers.

Her hair would tickle the back of my neck.

And I'd be puking blood.

After I got sober, things were different.

Ask me what she did one time.

What'd she do one time?

I'll never tell anyone what she did one time.

But it was the most perfect moment of my life.

Bring it to me fucking grave.

You ever think about that girl?

Yeah.

Every night.

So, what else is a guy going to think about all night

only his best woman?

-I love this feeling. -What feeling?

Waiting for a hostage,

and she's got no idea what I might do.

Get's my bowels spinning.

How do you feel?

Like I was born for this.

That's a fucking good answer.

You know, my estimation of you has grown.

This goes well, maybe me and you could be partners,

like me and Ruby were.

Who knows? It could be perfect.

Do you ever think of leaving all this shit behind?

-Where would I go? -Oh, yeah.

That's right, all you know is taking orders

and getting fucked over by dirt bags like Gandhi.

Where's your fucking ambition?

Ambition? What the fuck?

You're a fucking cunt's hair from getting--

[keys rattle]

Ahmed?

Ahmed--

[screams]

[yelps]

Fuck.

[camera beeps]

[Joe] That sent to Dave.

We just got to wait.

[death metal blaring over headphones]

[death metal playing]

Well, she's out or going unconscious.

What the fuck did you expect?

[Joe] She looks like that bitch that fucked Ruby up.

Ruby fucked himself up.

I swear to God,

just do this fucking properly.

I'm not going back to jail.

Whatever.

[exhales]

My heart won't stop beating.

Does that ever happen to you?

I got two words in my head that won't get out.

Two words? What are they?

Ask what they are.

Ventricular beats.

-Ventricular beats? -Yeah.

It's like this.

Beats. Ventricular. Beats. Ventricular. Beats.

[taps table]

Maybe you're having a heart attack.

Fuck that.

Heart attacks are for amateurs.

Two Two, send. Over.

Yeah, fucking sound.

Two Two. Roger fucking that.

Out.

I think Daddy is persuaded.

[sighs]

Oh, this is tense.

[sniffles]

I like tense.

Are you excited?

[Joe laughs]

What's she saying?

[woman speaking]

Fucking Hajji gibberish.

I said, you're an animal.

Oh, yeah, I'm an animal.

Most of all, though, I'm a clown with a gun.

And I have you in my snare

Tied up like a fucking rabbit in a trap.

So I just need you to shut the fuck up

and be my bait, all right?

You're a coward.

[Paddy] Stop fucking with her.

Let's just do the job.

Need to take a piss. Keep an eye on her.

[sighs]

Paddy?

Why are you doing this?

I never expected to see you again.

What are you doing?

This wasn't suppose to be you, here, today.

Shadha,

it's going to be okay.

[woman screams]

You were fucking me just to get to my father's money.

No, I fucking love you.

This wasn't meant to be you.

Love me?

Paddy, I am tied to a chair with a broken nose.

Please, you have to let me go before he gets back.

[shushing]

We can make a go of it after this.

Try getting back together.

But I need to figure this shit out first.

[Paddy] Joe.

[zipper rasps]

[Shadha] Everyone said, "Don't trust a foreigner."

"All the soldiers are pigs."

But I didn't listen, and look at me now.

Look where I am, Paddy.

-[shouting] -Shh!

Calm down. Calm down.

Sure the job's not done yet?

Just calm the fuck down.

Give me an hour and it'll be over.

Shadha, I want you back in my life.

I'm not yours to have, Paddy.

I never was.

Fuck!

[objects crash]

Please.

Please, just let me go.

We leave together. Today.

How can this not be fate or something, you know?

Every night since I lost you,

I've been thinking about a moment like this.

A chance.

An opportunity for the two of us to be like we used to be.

Please, Paddy.

You have to get me out of here.

No, Shadha, I can't.

[Shadha whimpers and sobs softly]

[death metal blaring over headphones]

[sniffles]

This tastes fucking good.

I want a right fucking drink.

What the fuck are you doing with the whiskey?

Drinking it.

What happened to the AA?

[Joe] Ah, hear.

Fuck the AA.

Is she untied?

She wanted some water.

You gave it to her?

She was choking.

So let her choke.

She's got a nice bedroom too.

Found some things up there that made my heart beat even more.

Huh? Drink.

Why was your heart beating?

Because I could hear you through the floorboard,

talking to her.

-Joe, nobody was talking. -Ah, yeah, you were.

Yeah, I heard muffled voices.

And beats.

Ventricular beats.

I fucking love this gun.

I've killed 26 people with it.

Feels lucky.

-Easy. Easy! -[gun clicks]

-Easy. -Fuck, it never goes.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

-[gun clicks] -Joe! For fuck's sake.

Will you leave the gun down?

Ever since this thing with Ruby, man...

I had to chop him up and put him in a suitcase

and throw him in the fucking river.

You disappeared Ruby?

Yeah. No messing around.

Teeth out with a hammer and chisel.

Toes and fingers off with the garden shears.

Suitcase. River. Boom.

You ever done teeth?

No? How about toes and fingers? You ever done them?

It's like fuck, you know? It's toes and fingers.

You did all that to Ruby?

That raid was end of story.

When that bitch took off out the fucking window,

it made a cunt of the whole job.

The way I saw it, I had no choice.

I was fulfilling my responsibility,

and I had to teach Ruby a lesson.

Yeah, fucking Ruby.

Man, you respect Dave too much.

Just another fuckhead out here trying to turn sand into money.

The whole mechanism's fucked.

Every time you spin the barrel,

it takes two misfires before it actually fires.

[barrel spins]

All the people I've killed, you know?

-I fire once. -[gun clicks]

They think, "Oh, the gun's fucked, I'm free."

-I fire again. -[gun clicks]

They think, "Wow, his gun's fucked."

Then I get down to business and blow their fucking head off.

Do you know what they think then?

Nothing. They're dead.

Watch.

[Paddy] Joe! Fuck!

How often do you masturbate?

Now, I'm a twice-a-day guy when I'm not working.

And always on the job.

I always wank on the job.

Makes me at one with the space.

Can you leave the fucking gun down?

You hurt this hostage, we don't get any money,

Dave will kill the fucking pair of us.

Jesus Christ, you're a fucking liability.

I suppose it's just an animal thing.

Feel like I fucked the house

and I'm not afraid of it anymore.

My tension is eased.

Clearly the difference between a girl

you've wanted to fuck but haven't,

and the girl you've wanted to fuck but have.

[laughs] It's easier to be around her

when you've fucked her, isn't it?

Kind of like you and this girl here.

[scoffs]

[whimpers]

Well, you've fucked her. It's obvious.

Yeah, while you were upstairs.

Yeah, Superman fucked her.

Will you do me a favor?

Will you knock her out?

I want to fuck her.

[sobs softly]

Knock her out. I want to fuck her.

You touch her, I'll break that whiskey bottle over your head

and take your eyes out with the glass.

Why do you care so much what happens to her?

Joe, it's all about the money.

She's the leverage.

Christ, what the fuck is your problem?

You know, I sniffed around her stuff.

[clears throat]

I laid back in her bed

and I took in the smell of her hair on the sheets.

There was this drawer full of women's shit.

And it had this.

You call me a liability, huh?

When you're fucking our hostage.

Joe...

relax.

Relax how?

What, take a Valium? Smoke a fucking joint?

Tell me, Paddy.

-[muffled scream] -[gun clicking]

Why her?

You want to shoot someone?

You want to shoot me?

Pull it.

Pull it. Pull it!

[both grunt]

[gun fires]

[screams]

[screams and gasps]

Get up!

[Joe gasping]

Get up.

[Joe] Fuck.

[breathing heavily]

Her name is Shadha.

It's her, all right.

The one with the father and all that shit.

Paddy, we got to kill her.

Joe, listen...

It's Shadha.

I fucking love her.

I can't just let her die.

I can't just let her die.

She knows who we are.

Doesn't matter.

Hurting her is off the table.

Now, listen, there's something fucking wrong going on here.

Dave wouldn't want to take a risk like this.

Joe, calm down,

or I'm going to get mad, right,

and this is gonna become one of them fucking volatile situations

you love so fucking much.

You think? You really think?

When it comes to some fucking Hajji cunt

who's going to fuck us over,

you get fucking killer's block or something, huh?

You side with her.

Joe, I'm loyal.

Loyal? You're not fucking loyal, mate.

I'm fucking loyal.

I'm 26 fucking dead cunts loyal.

You know fucking why, huh?

I'm loyal because I don't fucking discriminate.

I don't fucking chose.

I obey.

I get up in the morning

and I don't even want to fucking live some days,

but this keeps me going.

I got a job to do, and somebody needs me

to fucking do it.

I see you talking, right?

But I don't see you doing the big jobs with Dave

-doing the big shit, man. -[laughs]

Sorry, sorry.

You're fucking babysitting.

You're a fucking dogsbody.

Fuck loyal.

This is the woman I love.

She's not a fucking job.

It's either that, or you and her are in it together somehow.

Doing what?

Fucking--

I got out of the hills a fucking week ago.

This job was planned long before then.

How the fuck are we in it together?

I don't know.

I don't fucking know, but you're screwing me.

You're screwing fucking her father.

You're screwing fucking Dave, you're screwing fucking someone.

This is a fucking betrayal, isn't it? Huh?

This is another fucking betrayal.

This is mental, Joe.

I'm getting out of this fucking job.

What? What then? Huh?

You get laid and I get fucking crucified!

Fuck, Joe, stop!

All right?

She's more important to me than this fucking job!

-[electricity crackling] -[screams]

[speaking]

Shut the fuck up. I'm asking the questions.

[sniffles]

Now, you and him still fucking?

And speak in English, you bitch.

I don't know anything.

-[loud thump] -You're fucking lying!

Paddy disappeared ten months ago,

and I haven't seen or heard from him since.

Don't believe you.

I swear, I never wanted to see him again.

Ever.

But you guys are in love? Huh?

This a romantic fucking comedy?

I was rid of him.

You were rid of him? Huh?

Paddy almost died for you. Paddy, who loved you.

Love?

Fuck love.

Fuck love?

I loved him, all right.

I was his princess.

I loved being paraded around as his trophy.

And...

And I loved the feeling of being drugged,

or his boot on my stomach to keep me down.

I loved it when he choked me every night as he came.

I loved it all.

Every last second of every last minute

that I was his captive.

His prize.

I loved it, because I was too afraid to feel anything else

but helpless and trapped.

Too afraid to use his gun on him

whenever he passed out on top of me.

Don't fucking move!

Get the fuck up!

Get the fuck up!

[Joe panting]

Give me the fucking truth.

[Joe grunts]

Give me the fucking truth!

Huh?

Does he know you hate him?

No.

He still loves you?

[breathing heavily]

Huh?

Do it.

Do it!

Fuck.

-Oh, fuck! -[gasps and coughs]

No! No!

[Joe] Fuck!

-Come on. -[coughing]

[Shadha] No!

[gasps]

[Paddy coughing]

[laughs]

It's your fucking test.

To see how loyal you are.

Fucking Dave, man.

Fucking wily cunt.

[slapping]

[grunts and snarls]

Sit the fuck down.

[door slams]

You're all right.

[laughs]

[breathing heavily]

Why am I tied up?

Joe, why aren't we at the rendezvous?

Paddy, listen to me.

She's your fucking test.

Paddy....

[exhales]

it's to see how loyal you are.

No.

You've got to fucking kill her.

I know how his mind works, man.

Now listen to me, if you don't fucking do her,

you put us all at risk.

Or you take the hit

and you kill someone you care about.

It's fucking beautiful.

I mean, don't you see?

You just got a chance to prove yourself.

Joe, I love her.

You love her?

Well, I got news for you.

She fucking hates you.

She'd rather let you die than be with you.

Now, listen, that's how much you know about love.

Now, look, this is fucking duty,

and you can fucking do it.

We're going to film it.

-What the fuck? -Yeah, for Dave, man.

He'll fucking love it.

Joe, there's no fucking test!

You want your own crew, huh?

-This is how it fucking works. -Joe, okay, right.

-He puts me in the same room with my best girl. -Stupid fucking bitch.

Joe, he puts me in the same room,

-tells me I have to kill her... -Look at the camera!

-and I'm supposed to do it? -Look at the camera!

She's the only woman I've felt anything for!

Well, she's a woman, man!

Fucking use your initiative.

It's that simple, is it?

Yeah, it's not even a fucking thought.

It's an instinct.

Yeah? What if it was Marilyn over there?

Listen to me.

-I'm sorry. -Listen to me.

[breathing heavily]

I had to kill Marilyn.

I had to kill her.

You killed her?

Yeah.

[gasps]

Jesus Christ, Joe.

Yeah, fuck her, man.

You know, she was wrong for me, eh?

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ, man.

You wonder why you're so fucked up?

I killed the only person that I ever loved.

For Dave.

Because I needed to fucking do it.

I had to do it.

Well I'm not killing Shadha for Dave, Joe.

Listen, I know she's not the fucking test.

Look, the night I did it,

I fucking cried.

I felt something die inside me

and go cold,

and turn to fucking stone.

And I was never so fucking lost.

This is what we have to do, okay?

Yeah, look at me.

You have to sacrifice.

You can't ask questions.

Joe, I do ask questions.

She's not Marilyn, all right?

I'm not you.

Joe. Joe!

-[crying] -[shushes]

[door opens]

Fucking real 9/11 shit.

A fucking Hajji vest?

Is this what Dave had you learn in the hills?

Who the fuck do you think it's for, huh?

It's for fucking her!

-It's your fucking test! -[Paddy] Okay, now...

-Listen to me now. -just take the vest off.

I want to fucking work for you.

Right? You're a fucking leader, man.

You're going to go all the fucking way, man.

You're going to take over from Dave.

All you have to do...

is harness that fucking magic.

Put it down through your arm...

through your wrist...

and pull the fucking trigger.

You're a fucking legend, man.

[radio crackles]

[Paddy] Two Four. Send. Over.

What the fuck?

[voice buzzing over earpiece]

Two Four, what the fuck happened? Over.

Jesus Christ.

[voice buzzing over earpiece]

Two Four. Target's locked down. Over.

-What the fuck is going on? -Fucking raid went wrong.

Two Four, yeah, we've withdrawn from the target's house. Over.

Two Four. The Romeo Victor plan B. Over.

[indistinct voice over earpiece]

Say again?

Negative.

Negative.

Two Four, let's fucking debate that later. Out.

-What happened? -The whole crew.

Her father. Everyone's dead except for Dave.

[Joe] Dead?

[cries]

-Dave's on his way. -[Joe] Dave's coming here?

He's got the cash. He's going to pick us up.

Then we get the fuck out of here.

How much?

I don't think he's had time to fucking count it, Joe.

What if the Hajji are chasing?

He's not being followed, all right?

We need to get out of here. Where's the gear?

Where are you going?

Where the fuck are you going?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We have a fucking outstanding problem here.

The fucking witness you used to fuck!

Well, I'm not fucking doing her, Joe!

You can fucking forget about it!

[sniffles]

This'll set it off?

Yeah.

It would blow up a lot, will it?

-[gun hammer clicks] -Everything.

I swear to fuck,

I'll blow us fucking all up unless you fucking kill her.

I'm not fucking around.

Neither am I.

Fucking do it.

Fucking do it!

Don't you see I can't?

I love her.

She's my future.

But fuck Dave

and his cheap fucking raids

and piece-of-shit fucking work.

Man, you need to fucking wake up.

Forget Dave.

Joe...

[breathing heavily]

Don't you fucking realize?

You're killing us fucking both.

You're killing us!

You're killing us as sure as if you fired that fucking gun.

Joe, I'm begging you.

Please, will you just stop?

[Joe] Right!

I'll fucking do it then!

If you can't fucking do it, I'll fucking do it!

Yeah, I'll take one for the fucking team!

-[Shadha crying] -And you can say you did.

You can say you didn't. You'd never be fucking lying!

I'll fucking break your fucking neck!

All right?

All right, you hear that, you fucking cunt?

I'll break your fucking neck!

[wheezes and gasps]

You'd rather save her than me.

Fuck!

[gasps]

[coughs]

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh, it's okay.

It's okay.

Shh.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Shadha.

I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

Please, just let me go.

Please.

No.

[breathing heavily]

[whimpers]

Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, okay?

-[cries] -[shushing]

[panting softly]

[gasps]

What the fuck is this?

He wanted it to be a message.

A fucking tooth?

I fucking knew there was fucking something going on.

Ah, this is for me, isn't it?

Over a fucking tooth?

Now do you get it?

Hmm? Joe, does that end your lifelong fucking obsession

with a cunt that wants you dead over a fucking tooth?

[laughs] Yeah.

Oh, man, this is pure fucking shame.

Yeah?

Fucking look around you.

This is what your fucking loyalty looks like.

Your loyalty.

Blown all over this fucking country

by a cunt who doesn't care if you live or die.

And I'm supposed to kill my woman

for a guy that fucks you over like that?

Hmm?

It's the fucking changing of the guard, isn't it?

You kill me,

it's your ascension to Dave's side.

Natural fucking order, right?

Are you going to kill me, Paddy?

I'm not doing that. It's not gonna fucking happen.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I go to go!

I'm not doing it.

Do you think I want to be fucking saved?

I'm a fucking disgrace!

You think I want to fucking live

after fucking this, do you?

Dave's going to be dead in ten minutes.

As soon as he gets here, I'm going to kill him.

I'm going to slit his fucking throat.

I'm gonna take me woman and me money with me,

so after today there'll be no fucking Dave.

I love that fucking man!

I fucking love that man!

I fucking love that man!

I fucking love him!

I'm fucking nothing!

Fuck off.

[yells]

I'm just a lying fucking cunt.

There's no fucking Marilyn.

There's no fucking anybody!

The only person I ever fucking loved was Ruby,

and I fucking killed him.

I watched him die.

The only truth...

were his green eyes.

Green until they went out.

What the fuck?

Ruby is Marilyn?

Fuck.

Joe, you loved Ruby.

Jesus, you fucking killed him.

I thought I had to.

[laughs]

I thought I had to.

[sighs]

Okay, Joe.

Right, you don't need to do this.

Joe, you don't need to die.

[sighs]

I'm over, man. I'm fucking finished.

Let me use the vest. I mean it.

I need to end this fucking pain.

-Joe... -He's going to be here soon.

Can you help me kill him?

Joe, help me fucking slit his throat.

Killing Dave's your thing, it's not mine.

I'd have worked for you.

Would've followed you and the crew.

I would have killed any man that fucked with you.

And I would have done 20 years if I had to.

But I'm not helping you kill the boss, I'm sorry.

If Dave's finished with me, that's it.

He's all I had.

Let me go out in style.

No.

Not on my own...

in a bed full of dirty sheets

and my own lonely fucking cum.

Paddy.

You were right not to kill her.

I'd let her go, man.

There's hope for her if you leave her alone.

I'm taking Dave's money.

Fuck this country. Fuck what anyone thinks.

She's mine, she's staying with me.

I wish I was afraid.

Yeah, you're okay, Joe.

I love you, Paddy.

I wish we had more time--

[gunshot]

[drops gun]

[door bangs open]

We all pay, Joe.

You died because of me.

It's time to end it.

It was the most perfect moment of my life...

and I'll bring it to me fucking grave.

[detonator beeps]

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