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Phone buzzes

My son was hired by someone to kill your father.

Gunshot

you're saving his skin.

I'm telling the truth.

Engine revs — fuck!

Kinney: Whoever ordered that hit

is more dangerous than the fella

who pulled the trigger. — fuck.

I'll be the judge of that.

Have I got your word that you'll leave my son alone?

You have my word that I won't shoot you in the back

when you walk away.

I'm not giving you my son!

Gunshot — explosion

gunfire

I'm not sorry...

Kinney: Open the fucking door!

Oos I'm not the one who should be.

Gunfire

head west.

To Evie.

She'll have a boat waiting.

Once they get tired of tracking 'im.

Watch over him, mal

for me. — of course.

Gas hisses

gunfire

explosion

He pants

Darren: 15 north, east 30 over the brook, north 25...

And then we dig.

Loan: Big or small?

Darren: What?

Loan: Well, north 15 baby steps'll put you

a fair fuckin' distance away from north 15 daddy steps.

Darren: Daddy steps?

Fuckin' daddy steps? It's in metres, you twat.

Loan: Fuck me, Darren.

What? What's the problem?

Did it have to be your initial?

Doesn't fucking matter. Like, we found it first.

Guy's a fucking paedo.

One shot and it'll pay for everything.

We can get away.

From all of them.

Just us.

Loadit

Door shuts

footste ps approach

oi, oi, get away from that window!

Please, mal. I've been stuck in here for days.

Can I just get some fresh air? Just for a minute?

No, you can't.

You're staying here till that boat arrives.

You can't just make me get on a fuckin' boat.

I can and I will.

Now sit down.

That lad and his family want you dead.

Every day you spend here

the more they'll come looking for you.

And your dad too.

You think I give two shits about that cunt

after what he did to loan?

He wouldn't have had any reason to do it though, would he

had you not killed who you did, huh?

Hey, this is big, Darren. Way too big to fix.

A lot of us are hurtin' now because of what you fucking did.

But I'm still here.

And you're still alive.

The least you can do is make sure that we don't hurt

any more than we have to. Understand?

Footste ps approach

is there really no wi—fi?

Evie: You still bloody going on about that?

Mal chuckles — there's no wi—fi.

There was none last week, there was none yesterday

and there's none today

and there'll be none tomorrow when you ask again.

What about next week? — well...

The boat would've come and got you by then.

Thank god. — thank fuck.

There's fuck all to do here anyway.

He won't even let me look out the fucking window.

Evie: Read a book, play the piano.

Christ, do something other than fucking mope.

Here, mal, I need you to go up to the inn at the top.

I got supplies waiting...

Kids have got the wheels.

They're out selling my stock.

Your legs don't work, do they? — what?

That hill? These knees?

Fucking suicide.

I'll go. — the fuck you will.

Oh...

You must've done something awful, huh?

Can't even get my bread and beans

without looking over ye shoulder.

No, it's fine. I'll go.

Just the bread and the beans, is it?

Frank'll have a box ready. — a box? Fucking great.

Not heavy.

I promise.

Mal: How far is that pub again?

Evie: About a mile if you cut through the woods

and up the Ridge.

Don't worry. I got the cash here for you...

Chatter fades

He yells

He grunts

engine rumbles

Woman: Baxter, come here!

Dog barks

Flies buzz

Faint beep

phone beeps

phone beeps

phone beeps

Man in Danish:

Requesting fr support teams on all cctv

petrol stations, transport routes, roads, high streets

all surrounding areas.

Suspect code, Alpha foxtrot echo 7384

Edwards, Kinney.

Phone rings

Woman in Danish:

Distant rustle

horse snickers

Kinney grunts

Horse neighs

distant siren wails

Distant rumble

Machinery rumbles

distant thud

Distant thud

Repetitive thuds

Evie: Hey!

You've been told not to come down here.

I swear if you've taken any bullets...

I haven't, I wouldn't. I promise.

Well, if you had, you'd be hard pressed

to shoot fuck all with that.

That calibre won't fit inside your starter pistol, boy.

Machinery thuds

interesting piece of metal you've got there.

Who gave it you, eh?

Cos round your way...

I only know Mikey Cartwright

make a toy like that capable of killing a man.

You know I can't tell you.

The same goes for anyone who asks where I am now.

She chuckles

good answer.

How much do you make with all this?

Eh, enough not to worry.

Enough to keep this place going.

But still not enough to pay

for a fucking Internet connecfion?

Cheeky bastard.

He chuckles

how do you even start with something like this?

You make what you know.

When you see one that close up, you...

So...

When are you planning on telling me who you killed?

Frank?

Frank!

Service is... slow.

Is it?

Frank, you there?

Frank: I'm coming!

Distant footsteps

can I help you? — excuse me?

You've got a pint there going flat.

Why don't you fucking drink it?

Door opens

thank you.

Sure.

For Baxter.

Hmm?

Christ.

I haven't seen you in years. What is it this time?

Evie sent me.

Frank: I hope you drove.

I've got a week of supplies for her.

You know old Evie likes a drink.

Can hardly blame her, living up here.

You ever thought about doing a door—to—door service?

Only five doors within five miles around here

and in 15 years, you'd be the first one to complain.

Fucking city boys. — get fucked, would ya?

Frank chuckles

right, now you tell her

I got no luncheon meat for her this week

but I've thrown in some extra beef paste.

Her Albert loves the stuff.

Lovely. Whatever. — yeah.

Aside from that, no changes from what she asked for.

Well, other than the two extra mouths to feed.

About that.

How long is he there?

The boy.

Like I said, five doors, five miles, 15 years

we all help each other out with whatever we need to get by.

And no questions asked, I thought.

You're a talkative fucker, aren't you?

Oi!

Once Albert docks tonight

sure to Christ I'll be the bastard

helping him refuel that boat for you ready for the morning.

A bit of respect and trust wouldn't go amiss, right?

I'm sorry.

Look, um...

If you want anything, or if the lad needs anything...

All the lad wants is his fucking wi—fi.

Yeah, well, we got fuck all of that.

Are you lost?

Toilet? — right next to you.

Where it says toilet.

Piss only. Shitter's out of order.

Lucky me. — lucky for both of us.

Here, cop hold of that.

Terrific. — yeah. Can you manage?

Kinney gasps

He grunts

He pants

horse whinnies

Indistinct chatter

Indistinct chatter

Engine starts

Stay here.

I want nothing to do with you.

Just the Jeep and your gun.

It's not a barter.

Cock the barrel open and hand it to me.

Come on.

She full?

Two—thirds.

She'll do a couple of hundred before she stops.

It's more than I need.

Dad? — Jules!

Stay there! — hey!

Dad? — no. Please, don't.

I wasn't planning to.

But I will if you take another fucking step.

Now I've got a way to go, so tomorrow you call

the police and report it stolen, not a moment before.

You don't want me as an enemy, you understand?

Now go.

Be with your kin.

Phone beeps

phone dials

voicemail: The number you have called—...

Fuck. — ...Please leave a message

after the tone. — voicemail beeps

mal...

In Welsh:

Evie: Shouldn't you be inside?

Uh, mal, he said that I could—...

I won't tell him if you won't.

You not gonna fold 'em?

Albert and I have been in creases since the day we met.

Our laziness is one of the few things we have in common.

And the kids of course. Ah...

Albert and I, it's made us, having them here.

They came to us in different ways, but...

We love 'em all the same.

So when's this boat arriving?

Before dark. — what, today?

Albert won't want to set off for at least another day or two

and if mal gets his arse in gear with the food and drink

we'll be able to have a proper send—off for you.

Can't I just stay?

Can't you just take me in? Like the others.

Ah, love.

Look, I can work. I'll do whatever you want.

I know you would.

But you killed someone, Darren.

Staying here longer than needed, it's not safe for you, nor us.

He gasps

He stifles a yell

Stapler clicks

he groans

stapler clicks

distant chatter

Frank: Are you lost?

Toilet?

Frank: Right next to you. Where it says toilet.

Piss only. Shitter's out of order.

Lucky me. — frank: Lucky for both of us.

Door opens

distant chatter

hand dryer whirs

Car door sh uts

In Danish:

What can I get you?

No, no, no—...

Gunshot — frank grunts

Indistinct chatter in Danish

Girl: Oi, come on! — alright?

Girl: Yeah, alright.

Who're you?

No one. — new recruit, mum?

Nah. Just passin' through. Be gone by morning.

Oi, what's all this?

Are you fucking kidding me or what?

Oi! You stop walkin', old man!

Evie... — no talking!

I'm telling you now, son

if he drops my shopping, there'll be bloody hell to pay.

He's with the boy. Go on. Give him a hand.

No, you fucking don't.

You just drove right past me with these bags.

I could just about throw these in that house from here.

Where were you when I fucking needed you

halfway to breaking my fucking neck, huh?

Are you his dad?

Darren! Get back inside!

Oi. There's a lot of stock left over.

You been gone over a week.

I expect you to shift the lot.

Nah, we couldn't deliver 'owt to Mikey Cartwright.

Not gonna be able to anytime soon either.

Someone torched him in his kiosk.

Torched him? — girl: Aye.

He went up with all his stock.

Police had cordoned it off before we got there.

You! — mal: Evie!

Evie: I knew there was something wrong!

Mal: Evie! — gimme the gun!

Gimme the fucking gun!

That's Mikey's metal.

And this, this is my slug.

Tell me the truth!

Who the fuck did you kill?

Mal: Evie! — look at me, look at me!

Evie... Evie! — Evie: Tell me!

Who the fuck did you kill? — just...

Finn Wallace!

Finn?

Yeah.

Finn? No! — mal: I couldn't in all right

tell you, could I? — Evie: No! No!

Cos you knew, you knew that I'd never fucking hide him.

Get away from the window! — Evie: Why?

Why? Just tell me one thing.

Why would you go after him? — we didn't.

He didn't know who he was...

Darren, will you step away from the fucking window!

Dad...

Gunfire

Gunshots

gunfire — oh, fuck!

Evie screams

She screams

door creaks

gunfire resumes — he yells

come on!

Get Darren!

He wails

she grunts

mum, please...

Liam! Don't let them surround the house!

He yells

gunfire stops

Gunshot

Gunfire continues

gunfire stops

In Danish:

Gunfire

Come!

Gunfire continues

Evie!

Sound mutes — she breathes slowly

Loud distortion — muffled yell

she screams

Evie screams

gunfire overhead

man screams

Man screams

Jesus! The roof!

Now! Get on the roof!

You see anybody's feet other than ours

you fucking shoot them, you hear me?

Darren!

Darren!

Darren yells

Kinney mutters

Footsteps overhead

Gunfire

device beeps — explosion

explosion

Gunfire

man: Go, go, go!

Gunfire

He grunts — gunfire

Distant gunfire

in Danish:

Distant gunfire continues

He yells

Cover me!

He roars — gunfire

Mal yells

mal yells

Gunfire

he gasps

Gunfire

Sound mutes

Explosion

Ears ring

She breathes heavily

Kinney groans

he coughs

Kinney coughs — come on.

Darren: Get your fucking hands off me.

You fucking killed him... You fucking killed loan!

You're fucking evil!

Get off me! Get off me!

I'll hold 'em back, long as I can.

Thank you.

No, no, Evie, please.

Come with us. Evie, please! No!

Be worth it, boy.

No, no, please, come with us!

Please, Evie! No! Get off!

Please, Evie come with us!

No, Evie! No! Evie!

Where does it lead?

Gunfire — she yells

Give me the gun.

Give it to me! Hey! That's mine.

Here.

It's worth something now.

Distant bell rings

that'll be ai.

Come on.

We can still make it.

For a week, I've had one bullet left in this gun.

And every day I saw it, I swore I'd use it on you.

Take more than that to put me down.

I've done it before.

It only took a second.

No, son.

It took a lot more.

Come on.

Darren sobs — come on...

You let me get you on that boat, son

and I'll let you pull the fucking trigger.

Darren grunts — come on.

Darren sobs — come on.

Come on.

Darren sobs — come on!

Kinney growls — Darren grunts

boat engine rumbles

they grunt

Albert: No, no, no, no. Evie...

You keep that running! We had a fucking deal!

Kinney! Where the fuck is my wife?

Gunfire

Darren grunts

gunfire

Kinney roars

gunshots

gun clicks

Kinney roars

sound mutes

Darren sobs

Darren groans

You get on that boat!

You head straight. — dad, please.

Darren groans

shh...

You push it as hard as you can.

As far as she'll go.

Darren whimpers

come on, boy.

Stay strong.

Dad...

Son.

Gunshot

Why'd you pick him?

Gunshot

Gunshot echoes

Phone dials

woman: Hello, mr kapad/a's office.

Hello. 246.

Woman: Yes, sir. Immediately.

Leif: We're done here.

Jevan: Everyone?

More.

Jevan: Remove all trace and return to London.

Orders just came in.

We've got a new target.

Another son.