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Where's the kid?

Adios, big man!

I wanna tell you
some things.

If I don't, it'll bother me
that I didn't at least try.

I know people my age

who started washing dishes
in a restaurant

when they were kids,

and then you fast forward
30 years

and they're still there
working front of house

in the same bleedin' restaurant.

It's pathetic in a way,
but it's what we all do.

Rinse and repeat,
day after day, year after year.

Nothing changes.

But what I do
isn't like washing dishes

or showing people
to their tables.

What I do, it leaves a residue,

a stain that never goes away.
It just accumulates in layers

until it covers everything,

until nothing is good.

So I wanted you to know
I'm gettin' out.

I'm done.

I can't do this anymore.

Yes?

Ronnie Blake.

Harold.

Mr. Reynolds is, um...

He's sorry he can't be here
in person.

That's all right. I understand.

How's the family?

They're fine, you know.

They're fine.

No.

Thirty-year-old Glenfarclas?

I'm knockin' it on the head.

-Doctor's orders.

If that was me, I think
I'd look for a new doctor.

Your girl?

She must be, what, 16 now?

-She'll be 20 in June.
-Twenty?

All grown up.

If memory serves, I saw her
in my 20th during one of my...

not infrequent sojourns
at Her Majesty's pleasure.

But we can't go back though,
can we?

No.

We can't go back.

They say that there's no honor
among thieves.

In the organization we're in,

everyone has a price.

But not you.

You know why that is,
don't you, Ronnie?

It's because
you understand honor.

And you understand loyalty.

We know you'll do it right.

That's why the old man has
so much faith in you, Ronnie.

You're a soldier,
a man he can rely on.

The last
of a dying breed.

Three!

-Two!

-One!

Hands up!
Get away from the desk!

Put your hands up now!
You stay where you are!

You stay where you are!

All right.
Come play with your friends.

There's two more
downstairs.

This shouldn't take long.

No one moves, no one talks,

and then no one gets hurt.

Please nod if you understand.

Good.

With these sacks on,

I can't tell which one of you
is cryin'.

Is it you?

Don't stop.
Keep going. Keep going!

Go and check it, man.

Yes, boss.

- Help me!

Help!

What have you been up to?

Hmm?

Weren't you listenin'
to the old fella?

No one moves, no one gets hurt,
and all that.

Blah, blah, blah.

Nah.

I don't think so.

And that...

that's just plain rude.

I can't see
what I'm bloody doin' now.

Please.

Now, that's better.

Please. Please.

Please.

What the fuck
do you think you're doin'?

Your man here
was trying to call the cops.

His hands are tied
behind his back.

How the fuck
was he gonna do that?

He was gonna cut 'em loose.

I got here just
in the nick of time.

Right.

Let's get the fuck outta here
before you kill someone else.

Sorry.

He drives
like my grandma.

Shut up, man!

I've seen hearses
go faster than this.

-Keep it steady.

See, I told you
we'd be all right.

Gun it.

That's the last of 'em.

All right, but how?
How do you know that?

'Cause I've done
this sort of thing before.

You get a sense
for these things.

Look out!

You were supposed to keep
your eyes on the fucking road!

-Fuck.
-Where the fuck

did you get your license?

It just stepped out!

I don't think we hit it.
Definitely didn't hit it.

Well?

We didn't...

We didn't...

-It don't matter.
-Do you think that we...

We go.

Now.

Numbers, is it?

Yes, it is.

Right, go on.

Uh, any police?

Not anymore.

-Um...

Mr. Laing was explicit
that there were to be

no weapons beyond this point.

Oh, is that right?

Um, I'm just... telling you
what his orders were.

-Yeah?
-And Mr. Reynolds'.

And what if
I don't want to do that?

Your clothes and your weapons,
you get rid of them now.

I want reimbursing for that.

What about him?

I'm an accountant.

I've never held a gun
in my life.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

No, I don't... don't think so.

That cloth you used
to clean yourself with,

where is it?

Get rid of it.

What is that smell?

It's country air.

You'll get used to it.

Fuck me.

Nah. Nah. No way.
No fuckin' way, man.

He say anything to you
about animals?

-No.

Oh, that's...
that's marvelous, that is.

Jesus fucking Christ.

There are
three bedrooms,

and it was
Mr. Reynolds' stipulation

that I should take
the upstairs room.

-Why?
-Why?

As I understand it,
there are three stout locks

on the inside of the door,
and so the money

will be safest there.

Fair enough.

Uh,
it's just his orders.

You understand? It's my orders.

He tell you how long
we'd be cooped up here?

Just that, uh, when it's time,
he'll send word.

It shouldn't be longer
than seven days, he reckoned.

And that there'll be
enough food and fuel

for at least a week,
and that, um...

we were not to leave the house
under any circumstances.

There's a bathroom upstairs.

A toilet cubicle, kitchen,
lounge, and, uh,

two other bedrooms.

Two?

You two are sharing.

Oh, goody.

You should get
the... the money.

I call top bunk.

Just don't talk
or make any kind of commotion

before ten in the morning,
and we'll be grand.

What's that?

That is my number one girl.
Stellaphone ST451.

Top of the range,
stereophonic sound,

and a fabulous low end.

It is rather heavy though.

I rather hoped
one of you might...

give me a hand.

No.

You'll want to relax a bit,

or the next few days
ain't gonna be easy.

I'm good, man.

Listen, don't think
about what happened back there.

You gotta let it go,

or you just won't last.

You'll go under.

You'll drown.

You understand me?

I said I'm good.

It's been a long day.

I'm not hungry.

Eat.

Dinner, is it?

Well, thanks for the invite.

No hard feelings anyway.

Why don't we all have a drink?

Hey? Let bygones be bygones.

Oh, he's a character, isn't he?

So are you lads in? Hmm?

Come on!

Seriously?

We should be celebratin'
a job well done,

not behaving
like a bunch of Sisters.

It's been a long day,

and you've obviously had a few,

which has probably affected
your judgment,

such as it is,
but just to be clear,

you and I are not friends.
We're not even close to that.

Celebratin' a job well done?
Nah.

Your antics fucked things up
big time,

and Mr. Reynolds will no doubt
be very keen to know exactly

what happened if he hasn't
washed his hands of us already.

And he'll also want to know
why I allowed it to happen,

which isn't a conversation

I'm very much
looking forward to.

So I advise you...

firmly, you understand,
to steer well clear of me

till you and I are
far away from here.

And I'm gonna look forward
to never having to see

your fucking face again.

So that's a no then?

Fuck me.

Grady?
What's that then? Surname?

Your Christian name?

It's my only name.

Mac says you saw some
nasty business over the water.

Very nasty. That's what I heard.

It had its moments, yeah.

I'll give you that.

But now you're looking
for other kinds of work.

I was always taught

the devil will prey
on an idle man.

He also tells me
that you don't show fear.

You got a high tolerance
for pain.

You were tortured, a way back,
by some Provos.

Practically left for dead,
but you never talked.

That Mac sure has a mouth
on him, doesn't he?

-You see,

in my experience,

the fear of violence
is often more effective

than getting your hands dirty,
making a mess.

Mr. Reynolds,
he doesn't much care for mess.

I'd say that's a philosophy
that's done him proud.

So we understand each other?

Nice and clean.

No mistakes. Yeah.

And you listen to Ronnie.

Ronnie?

Sure.

Once I started working
for Mr. Reynolds,

I didn't pay much attention
to the world around me.

What it all means.

They say that if you get things
down on paper,

it might make sense
of everything.

I'm trying.

Maybe it's too late, but...

I'm trying.

Your boy's proving himself

to be a wee bit more amiable
than yourself

and Mr. Top of the Pops
up there.

Well, there's nothing else
to do, is there?

It's no place for a young lad,
I'll grant ya.

Trapped in the sticks
with a bunch of hoodlums.

No radios. No TVs.

No cinemas or bars.

There you go.

I don't think
that's a very good idea.

No one's holding a gun
against his head, are they?

Besides,

missin' his lady friend,
ain't ya?

I bet the pair of 'em were at it
like a couple of jackrabbits.

-Oh, stop!

Reminds me of my old
Aunt Kelsee's place, this.

Out in the arse of nowhere,
near Garvagh.

Fucking cursed, that place is.

Cursed?

Oh, yeah.

This place has got a similar
ambiance, I can tell you.

How was it cursed?

Well...

the story goes,
the locals out in Garvagh,

they didn't care
for their chieftain too much.

Oh, we're going back
a ways, obviously,

but they didn't have the balls
to do anything about it.

So they hired someone,

an outsider,
to do the dirty work.

And he stuck a knife
in the chieftain's heart.

-Blood everywhere.

But old chiefy, he was back
again the next night,

-...back out of his grave.

And he cursed the people,
and he cursed the land.

See, their treachery

had turned him into one
of the Marbh Bheo...

the walking dead.
And ever since then,

nothing grows there
except thorns.

Birds won't nest there.

The crops are no good
in the fields all around.

And no one ever, ever
goes there at night.

It's cursed Earth,
just like this place.

Bollocks.

"Cursed."

Just 'cause you can't see
something...

don't mean it isn't there.

-That's quite a yarn.

Oh, no, it's fine.

Fuckin' hell!

So sorry
if I startled you.

Uh, the tap upstairs is jammed,

and I just wanted to get
a glass of water.

Didn't...
didn't want to interrupt.

Care to wet your whistle
with something

a little stronger, señor?

Yes. Why not?

Say when.

When.

Well now, there's a man
who don't fuck about.

I'm sure I know your face
from somewhere.

Did I see you at Mac's
one time maybe?

I don't know of any Mac.

I have worked
for Mr. Reynolds

for a long time.

Does seem a bit odd that
our paths have never crossed.

Well, um, usually, I...

work what what you might call
behind the scenes.

Well, you're on the main stage
now, ain't ya?

-Chin chin.

Well, thanks for that.

God.

One moment.

-Yes?
-What's with the racket?

I'm enumerating the money,

as per Mr. Reynolds'
instructions.

It's the middle of the night,
and I'm trying to read.

Do you think you could
enumerate it some other time?

If you insist.

It's not as if we're
in a hurry, is it?

I don't think our itineraries
are gonna be especially crowded

for the foreseeable.

I suppose not.

And you can give
the music a rest too

while you're at it.

Oh, I didn't take you
for a Dickens man.

No? And what kind of man
did you take me for, exactly?

It's... it's not that I didn't--

He's wobbling,
he's wobbling, he's wobbling!

"It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness."

Oh.

Oh!

Oh!

What the fuck have you done?

God...

Oh...

You sure you know
what you're doin'?

I'm a man
of many talents, me.

My uncle Jackie,

Aunt Kelsee's fella,
he was a plumber.

I used to help him out
in the holidays.

This system is
from the dark ages though,

I reckon. Rusted to buggery.

There ya are.

She's off now.

I didn't do anything. What...

-You filthy fuck.

We've now reached
what you might call

a moment of crisis.

Still no word from Mr. Reynolds.

The food and fuel
are running out,

and then there's, uh...

There's that.

What if he
isn't gonna send anyone?

Mr. Reynolds?

What if he's decided
it's too risky,

so he's just cut us loose?

What if the police
have got to him?

Could be on their way here
right now, for all we know.

Your imagination's
runnin' away with you.

-And what if he's right?
-Yeah?

My best guess is
that your fun and games

with a certain security guard

has got a lot of people
sniffin' around

and makin' a nuisance
of themselves,

and Mr. Reynolds needs
the four of us

to stay tucked away
somewhere safe

until they stop sniffing.

And how long will that be?

Before or after
we starve to death?

Well, whose fault is that?

What if we were to split it?
Between us?

You're young.

I'll bear that in mind,

but I urge you
to think very carefully

before you say something
like that to me ever again.

So just to be clear...

your plan is for us
to just sit here

and suck our thumbs, right?

-No.
-No?

No.

We send him.

Him?

The lad can't stay awake
for more than 20 seconds.

He'll be upside down in a ditch

before he makes it
off the grounds.

He's got no direct link
to the job. He's well spoken.

We tart him up a bit,
there'll be nothing about him

that'll stir things up too much.

Well, I'm afraid
that's completely

out of the question.

In my experience,

when Mr. Reynolds
gives an order,

it's wise to follow it
to the letter.

And in this instance,
as I've already explained,

the order was that no one
was to leave the house

under any circumstances.

And that includes me.

Well, Sleeping Beauty...

these aren't just
any circumstances, are they?

The plumbing is fucked,
you might've noticed that,

it being the reason
the whole place smells worse

than a tanner's yard.

And we've got food and drink
for maybe two more days at best.

So right now...
...I don't give a fuck

about your orders,
you understand?

-Sit down.
-Or what, big man?

Sit down.

Please.

- Who is it?
-How the fuck should I know?

-The police?

Well, if it is, they came
on foot. There's no car.

That's a last resort.

We don't need
another fucking bloodbath.

I'll take the lead.

Hello.

-Are you lost, love?
-No. The boss sent me.

Then I suppose
you'd better come in.

-Hello.

My apologies.
They're, uh...

They're not properly
house trained.

What's your name?

What's that? A codename?

Short for Caroline
or Cynthia or something?

You certainly look like
you could be a Caroline.

In the Latin, that means a free
and beautiful woman.

Did he say
when he was coming?

The boss, I mean. Have you got
any messages from him?

No. I don't deal
with him directly.

I was just told
that I should come here

to the house...

find out what you might need.

Well,
we appreciate that.

Actually, you've just come
in the nick of time

'cause we were starting
to get worried.

Should we, uh,
should we go into the kitchen?

I'm a little house trained.

Royce...

I'll check the cupboards,
you write it all down.

Could, uh, could we have a word?

It can wait.

Ronnie, I... I need--

I don't want to take up too much
of this young lady's time.

I don't know about that.

It's brought a breath of fresh
air to the place, if you ask me.

Right, eggs, bacon,

sausages, cheese,

milk, orange juice...

-Are you gettin' all this down?

I can help you with that,
if you like.

Skipped too much school,
is that it?

Too much time out and about,
gallivantin'. Up to no good.

You reap what you sow.

Kids these days, eh?

Could you, uh...

Could you pop a couple
of bottles of scotch on there

while you're at it?

Maybe round it up to half a case
just to be on the safe side.

You have lovely eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that?

Bright as a mountain stream,
they are.

As I said, I apologize.

We've been here too long.

That won't be necessary.

It's all taken care of.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

If you could get
a message to the boss,

it would put my mind at ease.

You tell him that what happened,
what went wrong...

was out of control.
It wasn't my fault.

I'll see you later.

-Bye.

God.

Oh, she's a right goer,
I reckon.

Proper filthy.

You even think about laying
a finger on her...

and you're a dead man.

-You're too sensitive.

I was just being hypothetical.

It's Mr. Reynolds'
belief that we all have

a part that we're meant
to play in the world.

So, when he found you
trying to make off

with his Drophead Coupe
on Uxbridge Street,

do you remember what he said?

-It was my lucky day.
-Yeah.

And that we'd look after you.

Raise you right,
provide you with a family.

Now, you'd seen something
you wanted,

and you tried to take it.

There's nothing wrong
with ambition.

Just gotta be channeled
in the right direction.

And like I said,
it's his belief that, sometimes,

these things happen
for a reason.

What will be will be.

Well...

it's time for you to take
a step up in the world, Dennis.

Another chapter in the story

that began all those years ago
on Uxbridge Street.

But they don't call you Dennis
these days, do they?

-No.
-No, it's Royce now, isn't it?

Rollers that you go in for.

-Right.
-Yeah.

Well, Royce...

I find myself, at short notice,

suddenly light on a driver,
so...

Once again,
today is your lucky day.

Opportunity knocks,
it would seem.

So, don't fuck it up.

I've been doing this
for nearly 40 years.

Stealing, hurting people,
serving time.

With... with a record like mine,
there was never any chance

for a proper job,
a fresh start, rehabilitation.

Most of the time, if I'm honest,
I never really wanted it anyway.

Much easier just to do
what you know,

stick instead of twist.
We all do it.

Listen, I'm not you.

I'm not anything like you.

-They'll have to catch me.

They always do, son.

They always do.

You don't know me.

About 20 years ago...

I served some serious time...

and I missed the birth
of my daughter.

I missed watching her grow up
as a little girl.

I missed all of it.

And when I came out...

I learned that she told
all her friends I was dead.

That I'd died
before she was even born.

Anyways...

They were running classes
in there, inside.

And I didn't have anything else
to do, so I went.

And I learned to read and write.

Yeah, 33 years old,
and I'm reading books

about dogs and balloons
and tractors.

Everything that I missed
when I should've been in school,

learning, but I was off being
Charlie Big Bollocks instead.

I was hungry for it.
I was ravenous.

But it was too late.

You can tell people
you've changed,

but they've heard it all before.

They think you're having
them on. They don't believe you.

And after a while,
after you've come out,

you think you're different,
you think you've changed...

and you stop believing it too.

And then you're standing
in a marsh

in Essex at midnight...

and you're digging
the grave of some poor sod

who said and did
the wrong thing...

just like you did...

ten years ago.

Yeah, well...

Mr. Reynolds...
seems to think I'm good enough.

Seems to think
I got what it takes.

Well, maybe you do.

He always used to say that
to me.

And that didn't turn out
too well, did it?

But it's not too late for you.

When we finally get out of here,
you get your share of the money.

You stay far away
from Mr. Reynolds...

and that fucking psychopath
out there.

Don't end up like me.

When I'm done...

when I'm out,
I was hopin' I could see ya.

I probably
won't recognize you now.

In my mind,
you're still a little girl.

Anyway,

I hope that we can do that
one day.

You've gotta have something
to look forward to.

Otherwise...

what's the point of carryin' on?

Some of that water's gotten
into the electrics, I'd say.

And when the lights go out...

then what the fuck
are we gonna do?

Did it ever occur to you that,
like the young fella said...

he's given us up?

If he's done that,
then why send the girl?

To lull us into a false sense
of security, I reckon.

Keep up the pretense.

And then?

When we're all half mad
from being cooped up in here,

he sends Laing
and a couple of his boys

to pay us a visit,
finish us off.

Then they take the money
back to the boss man,

and he keeps the lot.

Sure, I think the young lady's
given him an update

on our situation.

The question is...

what do we do about it?

When she comes back...

I think we're gonna have
a little fun first though,

me and her.

Yeah, she was givin' plenty
of signals out earlier.

A wee bit o' rough and tumble.

I think you're mistaken
about a great deal of things.

Thing is, though...

...it don't matter
what you think.

We only deferred to you
because of him,

and if he's decided
to fuck us over...

then I'm done deferrin',
if you catch my drift.

Right.

So,
me and the young lady,

well, we're gonna have our...

have our fun,

then I'm gonna take
my share of the money,

and then...

I'm gonna get
the fuck out of here.

That's pretty much how things
are gonna pan out, I think.

-Just leave the girl out of it.

Didn't you hear
what I just said?

-Just leave her.
-Oh, wait.

No, no, no,
no, no, don't...

Don't tell me.

She reminds you
of your daughter, is that it?

Yeah, about the same age,

not quite the little girl
who she once was.

That's...

That's why this is such
a big thing for you, isn't it?

Yeah, givin' it all the...
All the big man bit,

but at the end of the day,
you know, underneath it all,

you're just as soft
as a fuckin' teddy bear.

You don't know when
to shut up, do you?

Help me pick him up.

I read something once.

It seemed to sum everything up.

It was something like...

"Hell is empty 'cause
all the devils are here."

-"All the devils are here."

Can you open the door?

We need to talk.

I'm afraid I can't
at this particular moment.

Why?

I've come down
with a fever, and, um,

I'm just having
a little lie down at the moment,

as it were.

We've had some issues.

Grady.

I've had to take care of him.

If that was necessary,

I'm sure you've done
the right thing.

A bit of a pill, he was.

Uh, I'm sorry, I really must try
and get some more rest.

Uh, we can speak again
in the morning.

But I've just got
a little fever.

I'm sure it'll pass.

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

I know
this isn't your usual forte,

but there was little time
for me to set this up, so...

here's how it's gonna go.

You'll be meeting three men.

Three men with a van load
full of currency

which, at that moment, will be
hotter than the Earth's core.

Just look after the money.

Make sure none of it goes
for a stroll

in the middle of the night.

Remember how we helped you out

of that rather
unfortunate situation?

Now it's time
to repay the favor.

Sit tight, stay put,

until you get word
from Mr. Reynolds.

Hmm?

-Any questions, Charles?

He didn't have the balls
to finish me off then?

Why does that not surprise me?

And the electrics have
finally given up the ghost

as well, I see.

Hmm.

Well, this has been
a right hoot,

this has, hasn't it?

A real humdinger.

It probably won't surprise you,

but this isn't the first time
I've been tied to a chair.

You're awake then.

Well, sure.

Nothing gets past you, does it?

I was enjoying
the peace and quiet.

Well, you shoulda put me to bed
for good then, shouldn't ya?

Go on.

Go and get a few hours' kip,
and then we'll switch over.

I don't want him
left by himself.

Oh, now he decides
to have a drink.

Yeah, well...

Been that kind of day.

Earlier on,

when we were talkin',

before you threw that
electric toaster at my head...

Yeah.

Before you decided
to assault me like that

Well, it was
the cumulative effect

of what seemed
like a great many days

in your company.

An eternity, in fact.

Well, I was gonna
tell you something.

And what makes you think
I'm interested

in anything that you got to say?

Oh, you'll be interested
in this particular something,

I can guaran-fucking-tee it.

All right, then.

Illuminate me.

Mr. La-di-da up there,

Mr. Never-comes-out-of-his-room,

Mr. Currently-has-all-our-money

despite-not-earning-
a-single-fucking-penny-of-it...

I know who he is.

See, I got a thing for faces.

It just took a while
for the old penny to drop.

And who is he exactly?

A fuckin' kiddie fiddler,
that's who.

Him?

Nah.

Yeah,
it was in the papers.

Charles Hussey is his real name.

A right posh cunt.

Used to teach piano to the kids

of other people
with lots of money,

and then he was accused
of tryin' to feel 'em up.

Case was thrown out
on a technicality, but...

reading between the lines,

it was pretty fuckin' obvious
he'd done it.

Now...

I'm no saint...

but even I'd draw the line
at that, I would.

Innocent until proven guilty.

No smoke without fire.

Seven different kids it was.

Now, one...

One might have
an overactive imagination, yeah,

but seven?

No.

No, I'm not buyin' that.

Sticks in my craw
that he stands to get a cut,

especially as he wasn't there
at the sharp end,

then you add in what he did
to those poor, innocent--

What he allegedly did.

What I plumb fuckin' reckon
he did,

and it leaves
a fucking bitter taste.

Not the type of individual

I'd usually associate
myself with. No, sir.

You obviously have
the high moral standard

of someone who talks idly
about raping a girl

and who recently pummeled
an innocent man to death

for a bit of fun.

Nobody's perfect.

Why don't we put
our differences aside,

you and me?

Go up there, take what's ours,

because I don't trust
that fucker to not do a runner,

especially now our situation
is gettin' desperate.

He's got access
to the wheels, hasn't he?

I went up there earlier.

He wouldn't open the door.
Said he had a fever.

Stalling for time.
Plain as fucking day.

I've sent out word to the boss--

We're on
our fucking own!

Isn't that obvious?!

He's figured that out,

and now he's about to pull
a fucking fast one.

And the rest of us, we'll be
stuck here with no money

and no fucking motor either!

So if you let me go,
I'll deal with the situation!

No! I know the way
you deal with situations.

Now, whatever his name is,

he doesn't have the necessaries
to double cross us

and certainly not
Mr. Reynolds either

because he knows him
and knows what he would do

if he did that.

So thanks for the chat.

Don't be stupid.

I'm giving you a way
out of this, you fat--

It's me.

I'm gonna get my head down
for a bit, just a couple hours.

-That's all.
-And what if he wakes up?

Well,
if he starts speakin',

then you gag him.

Don't listen to his bollocks.

If you need me, come and get me.

Yeah.

You again.

It's like musical
fucking chairs in here.

Hard to keep up.

How about one of those for me?

When I was about your age,

I was in a seminary.

Yeah.

I know, it's...

hard to believe, right?

But I'd had that shite
drilled into me

since I was crawlin'.

And I believed it too.

God, sin...

the Devil, and all that.

Ah...

It's shite.

There ain't no Lord.

Never was.

There ain't nothin'.

You see something you want,

you reach out,

and you fucking take it.

Something or someone tries
to get in the way of that,

you make sure you remove 'em
thoroughly from the equation.

There is no God in Heaven...

no reward for the just.

Only the here and now.

Only the moment
and what you fuckin' do with it.

Strong or weak.

Alive or dead.

Win or lose.

Yeah, those are the only things
that matter.

Ronnie. Ronnie!

-Ronnie, you gotta come.
-What's wrong?

Come quick. Come quick!

You're gonna need to help me.

He weighs a fucking ton.

I'll deal with you later.

I gave him the same offer
I gave you.

He just chose not to take it.

What's going on?

Change of plans,
that's what.

I fuckin' knew it.

It's not what it looks like.

Oh, no? What is it then?

"No weapons allowed," he says.

Un-fucking-believable.

I... I don't want to have
to shoot you.

Oh, you won't shoot me.

- Stay back!

Hi, Charles.

Nice to make your acquaintance.

What?

Charles "The Pedo" Hussey.
Isn't it?

No, I wasn't. I wasn't--

Yeah, I'm not interested.

Oh, you didn't want to do that.

- Fuck!

Oh, I've had enough of this.

Oh, you silly boy.

So this is what you've
been doin' up here, eh?

-Naughty boy.

You tell me
where you put the keys,

and I'll let those other limbs
stay where they are.

How does that sound?

Wait, not yet, not yet.

Keys.

The Land Rover.

At the... the bottom of...

the red toolbox in the back.

Attaboy.

I told you,
but you didn't listen.

He's a psychopath.

He can't be trusted.

I need a pair
of hands up here!

Yeah, sorry about the mess.

What did you-- Fuck!

-Couldn't be helped.
-Oh, my God.

He was tryin' to do a runner.

Go grab another one of those.

I'll go get the car.

Don't ask.

Let's grab the rest.

That car
you was tellin' me about,

what was it, Silver something?

Silver Cloud.

Silver Cloud, that's the one.

You can buy
a whole fleet of 'em now.

-Jesus. Oh!

Where's the kid?!

-Hey?

Where's the kid?!

You're too sensitive,
is the problem.

Fuck!

Fucking cunt.

Adios, big man!

I fucked it up, didn't I?

Did you get a message,
to the boss?

He said you have to stay here.

I don't want to stay here.

The others have
to stay here too.

The others?

The others are dead.

I know.

And what about... you?

I have to go.

Please.

I need help.

It's no good makin' a fuss.

This is how it has to be.

Why am I here?

You can tell me now.

It doesn't matter anymore,
does it?

You get a sense
for these things.

-Look out!

Hell is empty...

'cause we're all here.

It looks like
we're gonna be here...

for a little while longer.