All language subtitles for The.Heavy.2009.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.BZ]

Downloaded from
YTS.BZ

Official YIFY movies site:
YTS.BZ

(dramatic music)
(film reeI clicking)

(light electronic music)
(plane engine buzzing)

(tense music)

- [Richard] Taxation,
which in turn has led

to an investigation
of corporate policy.

Our politicaI
correspondent, Henry Holmes,

has the latest news
from Westminster.

- [Carl] Thank you, Richard.

This shift of public
perception has never been

more apparent after the
recent issues in the UK.

One of the leading issues
under scrutiny, of course,

is the nationwide
rise in violent crime.

(breathing heavily)

Changes in the legislation.

The taxes are growing....

(tense music)

Which has seen the dynamic
rise of a number of MPs,

not least Christian Mason.

He is the leading
proponent in the call

for a generaI election.

However, requests for
a statement regarding

the possibility of an
election within the year

have gone unanswered
by Downing Street.

- [Boots] Good morning, Tony.

- Good morning, Boots.

- [Boots] How are you, mate?

- Nice morning for it.

(dramatic music)

(air whooshing)

(air whipping)

(phone ringing)
(heavy breathing)

(phone beeps)

- Hello?

- [Rubin] You all right, son?

It's me.

Boy, you sound out of breath.

You should get down
to the gym more.

Just saw Frank Marshall
coming out of Hyde Park

walking that mutt of his.

I'll keep an eye on him,
but get over here quick.

He owes Mr. Anawalt money
and he wants it, all right?

Get the money, kick
the shit out of him.

Fat git.

All right, see you later.

(dramatic electronic music)

- Get out of my way.

(Frank groans)

(tires screeching)
(glass shattering)

(Frank groans)

Boots.

Please don't do this
to me, I beg ya.

I'm not a fighter, son.

I'll give it to him
tomorrow, I swear.

- You should've paid
him yesterday, Frank.

- Yeah, but you
know what I'm like.

Please, I'm begging
ya, don't be like this.

(fist thudding)
Ah, you fucker!

(Frank grunting)

Wait a minute!

(groans)

- You know, Frank, I
was a fan of yours,

but you've really
let yourself go.

(thuds)
(Frank groans)

(Frank crying)

(Frank coughs)

- It's hard to miss this.

Not exactly low-key, is it?

Nice one, son.

Cushty.

Mr. Anawalt's gonna be
very happy with you again.

Another gold star on
his little red book.

- [Pete] Welcome to
the EssentiaI Mix
with me, Pete Tong,

where this week we
bring you more action.

- You know a few
things about clocks

and watches and all that, but,
know anything about shooters?

- I know which end can
ruin your day, why?

- Why the fuck do you think?

Might be a job.

- I ain't shooting nobody.

- Relax, you ain't got
to take no one out,

it's just for
protection, you know,

just waving in front of
someone's face if they get--

- Ain't my thing.

- Look.

No one likes guns unless
you're fuckin' holding one.

- You're talking bollocks.

- What?

- I've been raised with guns.

I've had guns since
I'm four years old.

My father used to take
us grouse shooting

when I was a little boy.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Get much?

- Yeah, I did.

- So you're like a
crack shot then, eh?

So about the job.

- I've told you, no guns.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

- [Dunn] Did someone say gun?

- Jesus.

What the fuck
happened to your face?

- Mitchell.

Or do we call you
Boots these days?

Here, you two ladies
on a date or something?

- Who the fuck are
you calling a girl?

- All right, sweetheart?

- Oh, bollocks.

- All right, Dunn,
leave it out, will you?

There's nothing going on
here that'll interest you.

Unless of course you
want to plant something.

- You insult my
integrity, Boots.

I thought I'd just
stop to say hello,

let you know I'm still
looking out for you.

- Twat.

Didn't get the impression
that Prince Charming

liked you very much.

- He doesn't.

- Did you see his face?

I wouldn't want to meet
him in a dark alley.

Actually, I would not
want to meet the bastard

who did that to him
in a dark alley.

- It was me.

- What?

- I did that to him.

(clicks)

("Running Up That
Hill" by Placebo)

* It doesn't hurt me

* You wanna feel how it feels

* You wanna know, know
that it doesn't hurt me *

* You wanna hear about
the deal I'm makin' *

* You

* You and me

* And if I only could

* Make a deal with God

* And get him to
swap our places *

* Be runnin' up that road

* Be runnin' up that hill

* Be runnin' up that building

* If I only could

(eerie music)

(keys jingling)

(toilet flushing)

(flashlight clicks)

(panting)

(screaming)

- [Sean] She's just
a fucking friend,

you're fucking drunk again.

You're always fucking drunk.

- [Nathalie] Shut
up, just leave.

- Every time I fucking take
you out, you're fucking drunk.

What the fuck's the
matter with you?

Fuck you.

- [Man On TV] He's closely
followed by Peter O'Dell,

a longtime friend
of Downing Street.

(muffled talking on television)

- Hi.

Well, it looks like
I've been left.

Nathalie Marcel.

- Boots.

- Boots?

So is the missus at home?

- What do you want to do?

Hold on a second, mate.

Who the fuck is this?

- Oh, Sean.

- This the reason you're
so full of lip tonight?

- It's not like that.

- No?

What's it like, then?

Oi!

What's your fucking
problem, mate?

Are you deaf?

- Sean.

- [Sean] Come on, then.

- Have a nice night, mate.

- Have a fucking what?

It's too late for that, mate.

You should have thought
about that before

you started chatting up my bird.

- Here we go again.

- That's right, I'm talking
to you, you fat fuckin' cunt.

- Boots, calm the fuck down.

Come on, don't need any
problems here, all right?

You two lovebirds
go home, come on.

- You're a fucking cunt!

- Boots my dear, you
don't have much luck

with the ladies, do you?

(dissonant music)

- Good night.

- Mitchell.

- Dad.

- I need to talk to you.

- Really?

And how'd you find me?

- Might just as well sit down.

- Would either of you
boys want a drink?

- No thank you.

- How's Mum?

- As good as can be expected.

She misses you.

- Did she get my letters?

- Yes, she did.

- Did she read 'em?

- Yes, she did.

- But she never wrote back.

- I don't think she
could admit to herself

that you were
really locked away.

Answering your letters
would've seemed like

an acceptance of what you did.

- I'm her son.

- Not her only son, Mitchell.

It didn't just happen
to you, you know.

We all of us suffered.

- So what do you
want to talk about?

- Your brother.

- I don't have a brother.

You came all this
way to talk about

a man who put me in prison?

- Christian did not send
you to prison, Mitchell.

You killed a man.

He was only a character witness.

- He was the key witness
for the prosecution.

And how ironic, the
MP so tough on crime,

he testified against
his own brother.

- What did you expect him to do?

- I expect some loyalty.

He went out of his fucking
way to testify against me.

- You murdered a man.

- No.

I got into a drunken
brawl with a man

who was sleeping with my wife.

- And you killed him.

- Yes I did.

And don't you believe I
haven't spent every minute

of the last seven years
wishing he didn't die,

wishing that I could
go back and change it.

I lost my wife.

I lost my little girl.

I lost my fucking life.

And above all, I was
betrayed by my own family.

- Go and see Christian,
he needs to talk to you.

- It will be a cold day in hell

when I go and see
Christian Mason.

- Your mother wants to see you.

Right after you've
seen your brother.

(eerie music)

- Yes.

- Don't hurt him, just
please don't hurt him.

- So you wanna talk?

(siren wailing)

- Lot number 68
showing on my right,

a fine and rare late
17th-century Thomas Tompion

ebonized bracket clock.

I have a lot of
interest in this item

and I can start
the bidding at 100.

110, 120,000, 130, 140,
150, 160, 170, 180.

- Fucking hell, bro.

You proper outdone
yourself on this one.

- 200,000 pounds--

- I thought it was a write-off.

- It ain't even finished
yet, what's the reserve?

- 200 grand.

- 210 on the phone.

- So where is Anawalt?

- [Auctioneer] 220 in the room.

- He's upstairs.

Wait, wait.

- 230,000 pounds on the phone.

- Could I pass you on
to my associate, please?

Thank you very much, thank you.

Can you hold the line, sir?

You, me old son, are going
from the third division

straight up to the
premiership tonight.

Come, let's go.

Cheers, mate.

- 260,000 pounds.

- I'd offer you one,
Boots, but I want you

to keep a clear head.

Thanks for getting
here so promptly.

Short notice, I
know, but I want you

to represent me tonight,
take a trip to South London.

Visitors from abroad
have some excess powder

they're looking to shed.

Two things I don't do.

I don't play with snow, and
I don't go to South London.

- I don't think this
is the kind of job

I'm suitable for, Mr. Anawalt.

I'm sure Rubin will be better.

- What's the matter, Boots?

You're normally keen as
mustard to serve my will.

When I came to London, I
did whatever I had to do

to get on the giving end
of the stream of piss

that hits us all at some point.

I made it easy on you.

Don't ever forget that.

- And you know my record.

Collecting's one thing.

This?

I'm sorry.

- I'm sure these gentlemen want
as limited trouble as we do.

They're tricky bastards.

The last thing they
want is to fuck with

a respectable West End
businessman like myself.

It really is a question
of hello, how do you do,

this is mine, that's
yours, have a nice evening.

Besides, I don't
think our agreement

includes a backchat clause.

(chuckling)

The fuck are you laughing at?

- Come.

(light music)

You all right, son?

You bring this home it'll
be a white Christmas

for all of us.

Should be enough.

You know where you're going?

- [Boots] Yep.

- Don't fuck this up.

- Shut up, Rubin.

- Have a good day at work, dear.

(ominous music)

(clock chiming)

(frenetic electronic music)

(engine rumbling)

(water dripping)

- [Man] Anawalt?

- [Boots] Nope.

He sent me.

- You're with Anawalt?

- I have something for you.

- Oh, you do, do you?

- Yeah.

- What's Anawalt doing, eh?

Sending an amateur to
an introduction meeting.

- He don't wanna do business?

- Of course he wants
to do business.

He just figured this
was the kind of meeting

best suited for me.

- [Man] Oh yeah?

What type of meeting is that?

- The kind that brings us to
this shithole at midnight.

Now I don't know
about you fellas,

but I don't really feel like
going to prison tonight.

- Okay, okay, where's the money?

- Where's the gear?

- Randall.

Okay?

Now the money.

(sighs)

(steady rock music)

- Oi, let's go!

We don't have all night!

(sighs)

- Come on.

Don't have all night.

What the fuck are
you playing at?

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Now listen, son, don't--

(gunshots banging)
(shouting)

(eerie music)

- I really won't ask you again.

- Claire.

- It's nice to meet you, Claire.

You live here alone?

- Yes.

- [Boots] Just you
and this cat, right?

- Yes.

- [Boots] Are we expecting
any visitors tonight?

Hmm?

- I thought I was.

- [Boots] See, there wasn't
supposed to be anyone here.

So what I wanna know now is,
who else is gonna show up?

What other little
surprises can I expect?

Huh?

Claire?

- He's not coming.

He's not coming.

- [Boots] Okay, Claire.

Understand this, okay?

You need to tell me the truth.

I can be very disagreeable
with people who lie to me.

Are you sure you're
telling me the truth?

- Yes.

Are you gonna kill me?

(gasping)

- [Reporter] Clearly
the financial regulator

has ended its investigation
into the short-selling

of HDTS shares, despite
repeated attacks on the bank

that last week pushed
its stock price

below the level of a
planned rights issue.

(singing in foreign language)

- He's back.

(tense music)

- What's that look all about?

All right?

(grunting)

- You set me up.

- Watch your mouth,
Mitchell Mason.

- What the fuck was that!

- Boots, calm down.

- You never said anything
about killing anybody.

- They're dead?

Well, there goes
repeat business.

- I didn't get the
impression they were there

to do fucking repeat business.

- You sure about that?

- [Rubin] Yeah,
I'm fucking sure,

and you knew, that's
why you wasn't there!

- Fuck off, Mitchell.

- Don't push me!

- All right, all right.

- Enough!

Enough.

Rubin, I'd like a
word with Boots alone.

Bring me that...

Very, very good.

You've outdone yourself.

- You fucking set me
up, and now there's

three dead people
in a warehouse.

I'm not going back to prison.

- You won't, Boots.

It's all fine.

You're completely protected.

Nobody's gonna send
you back to prison.

- That's fuckin'
dogshit, Anawalt.

(gun clicking)

- Listen to me, you little fuck.

I could drop you right now and
it wouldn't mean shit to me.

I'm the person who
got you out of prison

in the first place, remember?

You'd have rotted like
a sack of shit in there

if I hadn't pulled the strings.

Understand me, Mason.

You'll do exactly
what I tell you to do,

and do it with a fucking smile.

You belong to me until
I tell you otherwise.

And Mason, it's
Mr. Anawalt to you.

Thank you.

In any case, all that
doesn't matter now.

I'll hate to lose you.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, that's it.

We're done.
- What?

- Yes, after this last job,
you are a truly free man.

- What is it?

- 75,000 pounds is what it is.

- 75,000 pounds, for what?

- Up front.

Enough to get you out of
here, start a new life.

- And what is it?

- Be very clear, Boots.

You take the file,
you take the job.

(somber music)

(steady percussive music)

- You don't normally
start this early.

You look like shit.

Here, have a sip of this.

Are you okay?

- Not really.

- What's been going on?

- You don't want to know.

- For Christ's sake, what
have you done this time?

- Nothing yet.

- Can't you just keep
yourself out of trouble?

- Trouble just seems
to follow me around.

- Don't give me that shit.

It's not anyone else's
fault but your own.

You've gotta just try and
get your life back together.

- You know, I didn't want to
get involved in this shit,

I just wanted to pay
my debt and leave.

- Boots, what is it?

- Something very, very heavy.

(upbeat music)

* I just need time
to fork it over *

* Over

- Of course.

Well, I'll be there later.

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

No, not really.

- Mr. Mason?

- [Christian] Yes?

- Mr. Mason is here to see you.

- Oh, send him right in.

I've got to go, I'll
call you right back.

Mitch.

Welcome to my humble abode.

Would you like
something to drink?

I have coffee, tea, water.

- Whiskey sounds good.

- Certainly.

It's so good to see you.

Have a seat.

Been a long time.

- So I believe we need to talk.

- Yes, we do.

How have you been?

- What do you want, Christian?

- I was so sorry to hear about

what happened to
your little one.

Did you get my note?

I know they didn't catch the
driver, Mitch, that bastard.

I can't even imagine
how you must have felt.

I'm so sorry.

- You're sorry?

You're the reason
I wasn't there.

- Mitch.

- Don't ever talk to me
about my daughter again.

Don't you ever even
mention Isabella's name.

Now what is it you
want, Christian?

- I don't know how
to tell you this,

but I need you to see a doctor.

- Why?

- I have a medical condition
that might also affect you.

See, I'm dying.

It's a condition called
dilated cardiomyopathy,

an enlargement and
weakening of the heart.

And it's genetic.

Turns out our
grandfather had it too.

There's a strong chance
you might have it.

- Is there a cure?

- There are treatments,
but no, no cure.

You need to get
tested right away.

You can see my doctor, on me.

Mitch, if there's
ever a time to let

bad blood between
us pass, it's now.

Forget what I did.

I can certainly
forget what you did.

But it's not about that.

It's about flesh and blood.

- So how long have you got?

- A few months.

He's expecting your call.

- So what if I do have it?

- Well, with today's
sophisticated surgery

and a quality treatment,
a man can live

a long and full life.

- Christian said
there's no cure.

- Christian's case
is slightly unique

in that he has a rare
blood and tissue type.

His body would reject
most heart transplants.

But, thank you, Sita.

But it's not all gloom and doom.

With a good match, a transplant
would be very successful.

And it's all looking
good so far, Mr. Mason.

We just need to check you in
for donor profile testing.

- What are you talking about?

- Didn't Christian
speak to you about this?

- No.

- Mr. Mason, bone marrow
and platelet donation

could keep Christian
alive that much longer.

- I don't know what
you're saying, Doctor.

- If you would agree to
be your brother's donor,

that means you
would keep him alive

long enough for us to find
a perfect matching heart.

Now, the process is not easy.

I have to be totally
honest with you,

it is excruciatingly painful.

Perhaps you should go
away and think about it.

We should have your results
back in a day or two.

- Respectfully,
Doctor, I don't care

what you have for
me in a day or two.

And as far as my brother goes,

I wouldn't piss on
him if he was on fire.

(frenetic electronic music)

(engine revving)

(glass shattering)
(frenetic electronic music)

- Get over here!

(shouting)

Get over here!

You fuck!

- Look, I don't want
to piss you off,

but you can have
anything you want,

you can take anything,
jewelry, money, anything,

just take all of it.

- I don't want
anything from you.

- Why are you here?

- You don't wanna know.

- You fucking, fucking cunt!

Fucking, is this fucking it?

You bugger!

You see this fucking eye?

Blinded, Boots!

Get out of that, son.

Come on.

Come on.

(Boots grunting)

(steady percussive music)

- Come back in an hour,
we're not open yet.

- Yeah, I know.

- If you know, come back later.

- No need to, sweetheart.

- What can I do for you?

- Mitchell Mason,
a punter of yours.

- Boots?

- The piece of shit that
sits here every night.

- How pleasant.

What about him?

- You wouldn't happen to
know what sort of shit

he's got himself into
these days, would you?

See, I've got a hunch
he's getting himself

into something serious.

And he ain't said
nothing to you, no?

'Cause I know you're
his fairy godbitch.

- Call me a solicitor, or
a counselor if you like.

What goes in here stays in here.

(Dutch shouts)

- No CCTV cameras in here, eh?

That's a bit stupid, isn't it?

You know, in most
armed-robbery cases,

it's the leading
source of information.

Hmm?

Have I got your attention?

Has he mentioned anything?

(Dutch grunts)

- Do it as soon as.

Cheers, Reg.

- Your doctor called,
asked if you could

ring him back as
soon as possible.

Sign, please.

Your dad called.

- Mm-hmm?

- Asked the same.

- Tell him I'll
call him right back.

I need these three
things faxed, please.

Thank you, Frances.

- Okay.

(phone keys beeping)

(phone ringing)

- [Woman On Phone] Dr.
Heidleman's office.

- Dr. Heidleman, please.

- [Woman On Phone]
Your name, please.

- Christian Mason.

- Christian.

- Thank you.

(somber music)

Frances?

- [Frances] Yes, Mr. Mason?

- Get my father on
the phone, would you?

- [Frances] Right
away, Mr. Mason.

- Can I help you?

- I doubt it.

- Ah, you're...

Boots's friend.

- Hello, sweetheart.

Where's Anawalt?

- See, he's a busy man, and,
do you have an appointment?

- Excuse me?

- You're excused.

- Get out of my fucking way.

Ooh, a clusterfuck
of testosterone.

Listen, you tell
Anawalt I wanna see him

on police business.

Or if he prefers, I can
bring back a warrant.

- Mr. Anawalt, I'll be
outside if you need me.

- Mr. Dunn.

How lovely.

Can I get you something?

- Try one of these?

- By all means.

How can I be of help to you?

- Boots Mason.

- Yes?

- What the fuck are these?

- Oh, they're clove cigarettes.

Sorry I didn't mention it.

They're all-natural.

I find they leave you with
a nicer-smelling breath.

- So Boots Mason, he
works for you, right?

And let me start by
saying any information

you give me here today is
of course off the record.

- Of course.

- So why would a seemingly
legit businessman

like yourself employ such
a shithouse like him?

- Boots comes in very handy
as a debt collector, Mr. Dunn.

A bailiff, if you like.

- So just small jobs,
nothing too big?

- Well, this is what I do
for a rather nice living.

There are no small jobs.

- Why don't I just cut
to the chase, Anawalt?

- Why don't you?

- There's a contract
out on Christian Mason.

Who and when, Mr. Anawalt?

- Christian Mason
the politician?

- You know exactly
who I'm talking about.

- Mr. Dunn, I give you my word,

I know nothing of this contract.

- Do me a favor, Anawalt.

Trafficking, arms
dealing, money laundering?

If there's a contract
out on Christian Mason,

you would know about it.

You are a criminal
in a bespoke suit.

Now, I'm pretty sure that
you've been offered this job,

and I'm pretty sure that
you will offer it to Boots.

- Boots won't even touch guns.

As for myself, I rather
like Christian Mason.

I like what he's planning
to do with my taxes.

I want him to be prime minister.

I certainly don't
want to take him out.

- [Reporter] There's no real
intelligence on the ground.

There's just all this
mighty military hardware.

- [Reporter] Absolutely,
UN troops pledges

that they'll be in place
within two to three days.

But the support
workers are saying

it's impossible to function
properly under these conditions.

- Can I ask you a question?

- No.

- Have you spent time in prison?

- Yeah.

- [Claire] What for?

- I got nicked.

- For?

- Well, the first time,
I got in a situation.

Someone got in my face.

I was very young, I was scared.

Next thing I know,
I'm smashing his head

through the windshield of a car.

- Oh.

Wait, you said the first time.

- Excuse me?

- You said the first time.

Prison, you've been
more than once.

- Been twice.

- What happened?

- I killed someone.

- You killed somebody?

- Yeah.

I killed my wife's lover.

(phone beeping)

- [Woman On Phone] Dr.
Heidleman's office.

- Yes, Dr. Heidleman, please.

- [Woman On Phone] May I
ask who's calling, please?

- I'm sorry?

- [Woman On Phone]
Your name, please.

- Boots Mason.

Thank you.

- Mr. Mason, very,
very good news.

All's clear.

Not a trace in sight.

- Thank you very much, Doctor.

- [Dr. Heidleman] Have
you given any more thought

to what we discussed?

- Yes, I thought about it.

(intense rock music)

* Fuck you

(grunts)

- Bet you'd like another shot
at me, wouldn't you, Boots?

I'm gonna make you pay for
this for the rest of your days.

- Fuck you, Dunn, I've paid
already, you put me away twice.

What do you want from me?

- I want you to suffer.

I want you to suffer
like I've suffered.

Do you know what you've cost me?

Every day I look in the
mirror I see your face.

I'm on to you.

I'm on to you, Mason.

I know you're involved with
this plot to kill your brother.

And I'm gonna bring you down.

- I don't know what
you're talking--

- Do you know what a
Columbian necktie is, Boots?

It's when I slit your
throat from eat to ear

and then I pull your
tongue through the opening.

Problem?

- No.

What's all that about?

- Same old shit, Tony.

See you tomorrow.

(steady rock music)

- Wave to Daddy.

(baby giggling)

- Thanks for coming.

Let's go to my office.

- And you are?

- If you don't mind, could
you excuse us, darling?

- Oh, I'm gonna
order a takeaway.

- Okay, that's great.

- Something spicy.

- Yes, fabulous.

Well, was I correct?

- I'm not sure, I've checked
on Anawalt like you asked,

but I don't think
he knows anything.

- Detective, someone
wants me dead,

and Anawalt knows who it is.

- Well, I've checked up on
it and I think he's tight.

- Listen, Dunn, everyone
knows Jameson Anawalt

is a very smart man.

If he isn't behind this,
he certainly knows who is.

Maybe you should go back
there and change your tactics.

There's a reason I hired
you for this, Dunn.

You have a reputation
for making things happen.

And I need this sorted tonight.

I'm about to announce
that I'm standing

for party leader tomorrow.

I don't need this shit.

I need some sleep.

Sort it out.

- [Dunn] Okay.

- Tonight.

- Well, I have a hunch.

It might be a bit closer
to home than you think.

- [Christian] Who?

- Your brother.

- Listen, I know you
have a history with him,

but I don't want you to get
your head clouded on this one.

You should follow up with
Anawalt like I told you.

There might even be a
promotion in it for you.

- Okay, consider it done.

- Have a seat, Dunn.

- Excuse me?

- Take a seat, I need
to ask you something.

If someone were to shoot me,
where would they aim for?

- Cases like this,
normally a headshot.

That's what I would do.

- Then that's what
I want you to do,

to whoever's behind this.

Blow their head off.

Make sure you call me
when this is sorted.

(knocks on table)

- I'll see myself out.

- Right.

Thank you.

Dunn.

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

- She's in the kitchen.

(clock ticking)

- Mitchell.

Look at me.

I must look dreadful.

- I didn't know you were--

- You look beautiful, Mum.

It's hard to keep
up with everything,

this place is falling apart.

Well, sit down.

We had to cut that
rose bush down.

Nobody was trimming it, and
the weeds have nearly covered

that path that you
laid, remember that?

Carrying all those stones.

They must have been
twice the size of you.

- I wrote you every day, Mum.

- Oh, Mitchell.

I wish it could've
been different.

I didn't want it to
turn out this way.

- I didn't want it to
turn out this way either.

- Oh, Mitchell.

I wish it didn't have to be you.

- What didn't have to be me?

- I know the operation
is going to be painful.

If there were any other way--

- Christian is out of
his mind if he thinks

I will do this for him.

- How can you be so selfish?

Christian is going to die.

- My daughter died, Isabella.

Remember?

Your first grandchild.

- That wasn't Christian's fault.

- No?

I should've been there.

- Christian needs you.

- And where was Christian
when I needed him?

- I can't believe I'm
hearing this from you.

My son is going to die, and
you dare tell his mother

that you won't do
anything to save him?

You know how it feels
to lose a child,

and you want to put me
through the same pain?

You're not the person I
brought into this world.

Why are you doing this to us?

- Why am I doing this to you?

- Haven't we suffered
enough at your hands?

Haven't we paid enough of a
price for your recklessness?

I don't know who you are.

I don't know.

I don't know you.

We've always stood as family,
and if you don't do this thing

for Christian, then--

- Then what?

- Then I only have one son.

(somber music)

Goodbye, Mitchell.

(steady percussive music)

- You know, Mitchell,
you're lucky you're healthy,

considering what
you do to your body.

All that drinking and
God knows what else.

Still, your ticker
seems to be all right.

(car door thuds)

(heartbeat thumping)

(sighs)

- [Rubin] Yeah,
well done, Boots.

Come pick up the kit.

(eerie music)

(frenetic electronic music)

(tense music)

- Easy.
- Huh?

- For fuck's sake.

What's wrong with you?

- Ah, whatever.

Ooh.

(Rubin laughs)

Ah.

All right, watch it.

- What am I supposed
to do with this?

- Chuck it and run,
mate, if all else fails.

Fuckin' hell.

Can't wait to see this.

(engine revving)

- Yes, hi, Bob.
- Hi.

- [Woman On Radio] I just want
to say that I don't know why

everyone thinks Christian
Mason is so cool.

- [Man On Radio] Okay.

- [Woman On Radio] He wants
to cut spending on the NHS.

It's already a complete mess
'cause of lack of spending.

And he doesn't give a damn
about the education system.

Personally, I'm not looking
forward to living in a country

where I can't get taken
care of if I'm sick,

and where my children
aren't educated.

- Well, you'd better
get used to it, you mug.

(intercom buzzes)

- [Rubin] Hello, we're
closed for the evening.

- Well, open up.

It's Detective Inspector
Dunn to see Mr. Anawalt.

- [Rubin] What?

What do you want to see him for?

- I have some good news for him.

- All right.

Hold on.

(intercom buzzes)

All right, what's the good news?

- You opened the door.

- What?

(gunshot bangs)
Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Ow, my fucking leg!

My fucking leg!

Get off!

Ow, fuck!

Ow, my fucking leg.

Ow, ow!

Oh please, let me go, man.

Come on, please, let me go!

Ow, my fucking leg!

Oh shit!

Ow, ow!

(gun clicks)

- Let me call you back.

The cat's just
dragged something in.

- Sorry to interrupt.

Now fucking sit.

- [Rubin] Mr. Anawalt,
he fucking shot me!

(Rubin crying)

(somber music)

- Why are you so late?

- Very long day.

- Have you spoken to the doctor?

- Yes, indeed.

- And?

- And I think everything's
going to be just fine.

- Really?

See, I told you it would.

- You got good
taste, Mr. Anawalt.

Let's see if you got good sense.

- I don't know what the
hell you think you're doing,

or what you think I
know, but you're making

a very big mistake.

- Have you heard of the
term avulse, Mr. Anawalt?

It means to extract,
or separation, cutting,

or simply tearing off.

- Thanks for the English lesson.

- If I wanted to know something,

I would use avulsion
to extract it from you.

Now, I'll give you a definition.

See if you can guess the word.

A bodily sensation, caused
by acute discomfort,

suffering, and sharp
physical distress.

Now don't worry if you don't
get it right the first time,

because between you, we
can have 19 more goes.

You can make that 39 if you
get me to take your shoes off.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

What the fuck you doing?

You're fucking mad.

(crying)

- That's what
Lefty Thurlow said.

Of course, his first name was
Bernard, before he met me.

Lesson number one.

(mumbling)

(screaming)

Who is gonna kill
Christian Mason and how?

- I don't know!

(screaming)

Jesus Christ.

Listen to me.

You need to hear this, and
you need to hear this from me.

Look around you.

Take a very good
look around you.

Do you think there's
anything you can do to me

that hasn't been done before?

How does a man who has
nothing acquire something?

In most cases, he takes it.

No ceremony, no posturing.

- Is that so?

- Without question.

And how does a man
with a lot to lose

prevent himself from losing it?

By keeping his
fucking mouth shut!

- Don't you test me, guv.

- Test you?

My friend, you have
already failed the test.

Whatever happens here
tonight, I'll see you again,

at the end of a long, hard life.

I'll be waiting for you!

That's the difference
between you and me.

I realize that and you don't.

(laughing)

(murmuring)

(Rubin screaming)

- [Man On TV] Over
the last two years.

- [Woman On TV]
Absolutely, and I think

this is very worrying,
I think everybody's

going to be really
watching this story.

- [Man On TV] Now you've
experienced this first hand,

haven't you, because your house
has just been on the market.

- [Woman On TV] It has, it was
on the market for six months.

- [Man On TV] Six months.

- [Woman On TV] And you know,
the estate agent said to me,

a year ago, you would
have had 20 viewings.

- [Man On TV] Because
yours was a very Des Res.

- [Woman On TV]
Absolutely, we spent

a lot of money doing it up.

- [Man On TV] When you
put it on the market,

you were expecting
it to go in a week.

- [Woman On TV] Absolutely.

And things have really changed,
and I think everybody...

- Oh, I can't believe
I fell asleep.

What's your story?

- How you mean?

- How did you take
this turn in your life?

- How do you know
my life took a turn?

Maybe it was always this way.

This may be my dream job.

- Well I don't know
what your job is

'cause you're not telling
me what your job is.

Do you have kids?

- Not anymore.

- Not anymore?

- Let's just leave
it there, okay?

- No, why not anymore?

That's intense.

- Let it go.

- You know what I think?

- Who asked you to think?

- I think you don't
even wanna be here.

You don't even look
like you wanna be here.

You look miserable.

You hate this life.

(glass shatters)

You actually do want a family.

I can tell, you want a family,
you want a normal life,

but you know what?

Guess why you probably
don't have a normal life.

(gunshots banging)

What kind of father is a
father that has this job?

Look what you're doing.

(cat yowls)

- Ow, you fuck!
- What!

- [Boots] Fucking cunt.

You want to bite me?

Come on.

- What!

Stop!

Stop!

- Get off!
- Stop it!

- Get off!
- No, please don't!

- [Boots] You want to go there?

(Claire screams)

You want to go there?

(tense music)

(cat yowling)

(both shouting)

- Thank you, Mr. Frank.

Thank you, Mr. Frank.

Thank you, Mr. Frank.

I am pleased to announce.

Thank you, Mr. Frank.

I'm thrilled to announce.

Any news from Dunn?

- [Frances] Nothing yet.

I'll tell you the
moment I hear from him.

The police are still doing
a sweep of local buildings.

- Thank you.

Could I have a moment, please?

(somber music)

- Where is he?

Where is he?!

- Poor little fella
didn't quite make it.

(Claire crying)

- You're...

A fucking monster.

- [Reporter] Christian
Mason is expected

to announce his plans to
stand for party leader

in the next general election.

The announcement is
expected at midday

from the steps of 100 Whitehall,

where the MP's
offices are located.

The highly regarded
MP is the favorite

as the UK's next leader.

And with his
ever-growing popularity--

- You're gonna kill
Christian Mason.

Are you gonna kill
Christian Mason?

Are you?

Are you going to
kill Christian Mason?

- Keep your voice down.

Why don't you tell
the fucking neighbors?

- You're gonna kill
Christian Mason.

You can't kill Christian
Mason, he's a good man.

- What do you know
about Christian Mason?

- Why?

- It's none of your
fucking business.

- Wait a second.

I'm gonna be a witness.

I'm gonna be a
witness to the murder

and you're gonna
have to kill me.

You were gonna kill me
all along, you have to.

- This is gonna keep you
alive, my love, okay?

Mommy, Daddy, brother,
sister, Aunt Mabel.

But I'll start with your sister.

She's number one in your
little address book.

- I won't say
anything, I promise.

- Thank you.

- [Claire] I need to
go to the bathroom.

- [Boots] No.

- [Claire] I really need to go.

- Like I give a shit.

- Please?

- [Boots] Want to take a
piss, take it right there.

- You're disgusting.

Disgusting,
disgusting, disgusting.

- [Boots] Want to
go to the bathroom?

Let's go to the
fucking bathroom.

- I can go by myself.

(cat meows)

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

(somber music)

- Does it hurt?

- It's fine.

(sighs)

How are you doing?

Hmm?

You okay?

- Yeah.

(banging on door)
(Claire gasps)

I don't know.

I really don't know.

- [Boots] Psst.

- Who is it?

- [Dunn] Detective
Inspector Dunn.

- [Boots] Use your head.

Use it.

- Good morning, miss.

Sorry to bother you.

Got a few questions
I need to ask.

- Okay.

- Are you aware
that Christian Mason

will be making a brief
appearance of the steps

at 100 Whitehall, which
is just across the street?

- No, I wasn't.

- [Dunn] Really?

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's just
a routine inquiry

of all the flats in the block.

You haven't seen
anybody creeping about

looking suspicious, have you?

Yeah?

- No, no.

Everything's been normal.

- You don't mind if I have
a look around, do you?

- No.

- [Dunn] You here
alone, are you, love?

- Yes, I live alone.

- I didn't ask you that.

I asked if you're alone.

- Yeah, I'm alone.

Except for my cat.

(shower running)

You know, I actually
have to get going soon,

so if there's anything that
I can help you with or,

Detective?

(exhales)
(tense music)

(groaning)

- You like hot showers, do you?

- Yeah, I love hot showers.

- [Dunn] What's that?

- Sorry about that.

It's for my music lessons.

That's where I'm going,
I do have to hurry.

- If you insist.

Look, here's my card.

If you see anything
suspicious, give me a call.

- Okay, absolutely, Edgar.

- What kinda lessons?

- [Claire] Pardon?

- What kind of lessons?

- Trumpet.

- Maybe I'll come by
later and watch you play.

- Have a good day.

(somber music)

- You got a dryer?

- I think he knows.

- There's nothing in it
about being party leader.

- Well, that's your job, to
make it sound magnanimous.

- Any news from Dunn?

- Not yet.

- Let's hope no
news is good news.

(intense rock music)

- Do you realize what it
is you're about to do?

- You know there's
some things in life

you just can't change.

Christian Mason is
gonna die anyway.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I
give you Christian Mason.

- Thank you, Mr. Frank.

This is a proud moment
for me and my family.

And I'm thrilled to be standing
here in front of you today

to officially announce
that I will be running

for party leader.

I truly believe that
together, we can bring about

changes to our society
that are so critical

in Britain today.

I'm looking forward to
taking those challenges on.

To fairly represent the
people of this country,

no matter their creed,
color, or religious belief.

- Don't do it.

Don't do it, please don't do it.

I am begging you not to do it.

- Shh!
- I am begging you not to--

- Sit down!

- That we strengthen
our family values,

to clamp down on the
criminal elements.

- Please.

- Just shut up.

You weren't even
supposed to be here.

- I want our children
to lead fruitful lives.

- What did you just say?

- [Boots] I said shut up.

- No, you said...

You said I wasn't
supposed to be here.

- That's right.

You could have saved us
both a lot of trouble.

- Mandates pass.

- I wasn't supposed to be here.

- [Christian] We
can create a safer

and more stable environment
for our children to grow up in.

- Only one person
knew I would be.

- And we will together
bring about a better

and more brighter
future for this country,

a Britain that we
can all be proud of.

Thank you.

God bless.

(crowd applauding)

- He said something about
wanting to celebrate.

- Who said?

- He wanted to
celebrate with me.

I wasn't supposed to be here.
- Who said?

- Everybody that I knew--
- Who said?

Celebrate what?

(tense music)

(chattering on television)

(cat meowing)

- Second time's
the charm, Boots.

I knew you was here,
I could see your shit

piece of car outside.

Oh, your mate Rubin, by the way?

He squealed like a pig.

Your little girlfriend
can't lie for you this time.

- [Boots] Turn around, Dunn.

I don't shoot men in the back.

Go on, put your gun down.

- So this is the way it is.

As I always knew it would be.

- Please don't do
this, you guys, please.

- Shut up, Claire.

All right, Dunn, what
are you doing here?

- I'm here to stop you
assassinating Christian Mason.

- You're full of shit.

- What?

- [Boots] You set me up, right?

- You really have
gone mad, Boots.

- You put out a contract,
and then you hired me

to do the job.

All this just to send me
down, you're one sick fuck.

Put that gun down.

I said drop it!
(Claire shouts)

Leave her out of it, Dunn!

- You can't lie your way
out of this one, Boots.

Now have I got your attention?

You don't want to lose
another one, Boots.

- [Boots] Another what?

- Lovely little girl.

You can change all this.

I'm not here for her.

- [Boots] Fuck you, Dunn.

- Fuck me?

Don't you want to
save the little girl?

Just like you didn't
save your daughter?

- [Boots] Don't you
talk about my daughter.

- Where was you, Boots?

Oh yeah, you was in
prison while she was

face down in a pool
of her own blood.

- [Boots] Shut that mouth, Dunn.

- She was alone, dying.

She was calling
out for you, Boots.

- Don't listen to him.

Don't listen.

(Claire screams)

(eerie music)

(gunshots banging)

- It's not just another
idle political promise,

I promise you that.

Yes, Henry.

- Thank you, Mr. Mason.

I'm sure most would
acknowledge that you've shown

incredible stamina in
managing your personal life

with your political career.

That's very true, but I was
hoping that you would comment

on a report that I
personally received today

detailing your current
medical condition.

(gunshots banging)

(gun clicking)

(gunshot bangs)

(blood splatters)

(somber music)

- That's enough questions,
thank you, thank you.

- [Mrs. Mason] Oh,
I'm so proud of you.

- Are you okay?

- Gotta get out of here.

- Yeah.

Come on.

- Well, Christian, that's
what I would call a result.

- [Mrs. Mason] I agree
with you, my darling.

Any sacrifice we've made in
our life was well worth it

to see at least one of
our children succeed.

- Yes, you were
fabulous, my dear.

(tense music)

- Give me your keys.

- [Boots] You've gotta go.

You've gotta get out of here.

You've got to get
out of here, go!

- No, you have to
go to a hospital.

- Claire, there's
a dead policeman in
your flat, remember?

Now listen, you've
gotta get out of here.

- I'm not leaving you.

I'm not leaving you.

- Listen to me.

You weren't supposed to be here.

You even said so yourself.

I'll be fine, I've got a
phone, I can call a doctor.

But you must leave.

Trust me.

Okay?

Listen, listen.

There's a building...

(whispering)

Okay?

Now you go and you
never come back.

- Okay.

- Go!

(tense music)

- Stop the car.

- [Mr. Mason] What is it?

- [Christian] I forgot my pills.

- [Mr. Mason] Something's
been bothering you

all day, Christian.

You can tell us, we're your
parents, for God's sake.

- Yes, what's wrong?

- It's nothing.

I'll see you all
at home, we'll have

a lovely dinner together.

- I'm sure he'll be fine.

He's just been very
preoccupied lately.

- Yeah.

- I think things
will be better now.

(somber music)

(heavy breathing)

- [Mr. Mason] Did you mean that?

- [Mrs. Mason] Mean what?

- [Mr. Mason] About having
only one successful son?

- I think I've always known
the difference between the two.

Haven't you?

Hmm?

- I thought I did.

I thought I did.

- Christian.

So you figured you'd
dispose of your brother

and your mistress all
at the same time, huh?

- Oh, save me the self-pity.

You think this was easy for me?

I didn't want her killed.

But I couldn't have the
affair brought out in public.

Especially not now.

- So you take out a
contract on yourself,

and you think I'll get rid
of the girl for you too, huh?

- No.

I was hoping Dunn
would've done that,

thinking he was protecting
the future prime minister.

You, he was supposed
to blow your head off.

Oh well, not to worry.

You know, father's going to
consent to donate your heart.

- How low can you
get, Christian?

- How low can I get?

You fucking idiot.

I'm dying.

I need a heart.

I came to you for help, but
you didn't want to help me.

- And where were you when I
needed you, Christian, huh?

You're my brother, you
should've stood by me.

If you murdered a man, the
only question I'd ever ask you

is where do you want
the fucker buried?

I wouldn't have
testified against you.

You said, "oh, he never
could control his rage."

- That was always your problem.

You could never
control your emotions.

That's why you're
lying here now.

You know, you may as well
have killed your own daughter.

'Cause you never did
think of the consequences.

- You think there's a
difference between us?

- Oh, there is a difference.

See, I have a very important
future in front of me.

You?

You're just gonna be
another very bad memory.

Time to end this, brother.

- Christian!

(tense music)

(metal clanging)

(explosion booming)

- [Woman] Oh my god, look!

(birds chirping)

(sirens wailing)

(light rock music)

- [Newspaper Salesman] Standard!

Evening Standard!

Standard!

Evening Standard!

(intense rock music)

* Send your light

* Let it breathe

* You can save the
world tonight *

* Make it work

* Let them see

* You can rewrite history

* You know you have the force

* With awesome power

* You're supercharged
with energy *

* Set it off, set it off

* It's not love, it's not hate

* It's not felt by mistake

* It's the truth
made from lies *

* Got to resynthesize

* You can touch, you can feel

* Though it's fake,
it's so real *

* It's never to no one

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* Send your light

* Let it breathe

* You can save the
world tonight *

* Make it work

* Let them see

* You can rewrite history

* You know you have the force

* With awesome power

* You're supercharged
with energy *

* Set it off, set it off

* It's not love, it's not hate

* It's not felt by mistake

* It's the truth
made from lies *

* Have to resynthesize

* You can touch, you can feel

* Though it's fake,
it's so real *

* It's never to no one

* It's not love, it's not hate

* It's not felt by mistake

* It's the truth
made from lies *

* Have to resynthesize

* You can touch, you can feel

* Though it's fake,
it's so real *

* It's never to no one

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* I'm the heavy

* Do do, do do do do

* Do do do do

* Do do, do do do do

* Do do do do

* Out on the road,
I live alone *

* Born with no soul

* Heartless and cold

* I walk alone,
stripped to the bone *

* Hard as a stone

* Heartless and cold

* Heartless and cold

* Heartless and cold