All language subtitles for No Witnesses

- Think about it, man.

You shoot me, who are you
gonna pin this shit on?

You wouldn't pin it on Indi.

Sweet, harmless Indi
wouldn't hurt a fly.

Then, of course, there's Elliot,

but even a dog like you
wouldn't hang his only best mate

out to dry like that.

What about Halley?

Because if I'm gone,

and you're not pinning
this on the other two,

then it's gotta be Halley.

Would you let Halley
take it for you, again?

One more fucking word.

One more-

That's how you take
care of fucking business!

- So what's this about?

Just a friendly little chat?

A little pow wow?

Ah, a not so friendly pow wow.

Well, what can I do for you?

- You can start by-

- No, I don't
remember asking you-

- You can start by
taking that glass of H2O.

- Like this?

- Now drink, Arthur.

- For crying out loud,
knock it off, both of you!

- The lady's right, let's
stop measuring dicks.

What can I do for you?

- Do you know what these are?

- Appears some little
coward didn't have the sack

to look the man in the eye.

- I don't know what
you're on about.

You've been after
me for years anyway.

So why don't you take that
raging hard-on of yours

and put it to good use.

- We were hoping you'd
be more cooperative

than this. Mr. Cork.

- Yeah, well I'm here, aren't I?

And you bastards still
haven't said why.

- Arthur? Arthur-
- My name's Yale.

Arthur?

- Nah I'm not saying anything!
- Arthur, I want to know,

why did he have to die, Arthur?

- Don't know what
you're talking about.

You can start by telling us

where you were yesterday
afternoon and into the evening.

- I was seeing a movie.

- A movie?

- A movie.

- What movie, Mr. Cork?

- "The Usual Suspects."

Two rules, it's always
two rules, kids.

Remember, you heard
it here first.

It's always us and them.

- Who now?

- Them.

- Who is them?

- Think about it.

What makes the
world turn? Money.

You either have it or you don't.

- Yeah and it's like,

no matter how hard we work,
we just can't get ahead.

- Oh, you work?

- OK, so maybe not
how hard I work,

but I get where he's
coming from though.

- And where is he coming from?

- I'd say he's coming
from over there?

- We need to send a message.

- What kinda message?

- A very loud and a
very clear message.

We need to send a message
to all those rich fucks

who sit up there all high and
mighty, looking down on us.

Yeah, the
ones that just throw

all their cash around and...

I don't, I don't fucking know,

and just, they're
assholes though.

- Well done.

- Oh, cut it out.

I don't know about any of you,

but when was the last time
that you felt safe and sound,

and didn't have to
worry about anything?

See, those rich fucks, they
don't have to worry about that.

They always feel safe, and
they're never worrying about

having to scrape by to survive.

I can't remember the last
time I had a decent steak.

- You want some of
my steak sandwich?

You ordered a...

Who do you think's
fucking paying for that?

- I'm not sure, guess I'm not
worrying about my next meal.

- You know the houses
on Balfour Avenue?

Oh, I'd love to
live there one day.

- Better start saving
those pennies then.

Or learn to lay down and
use it as cash register.

- You know,

it's funny about
Balfour Avenue, but,

such a nice, quiet,
little neighborhood,

rich as hell though.

- Yeah, it's so nice.

Hey, you remember that one
girl we went to school with?

She was like that
perfect little princess.

Annalise, that was her name.

Her father was this
big time investor guy.

- Was this the girl who
didn't wanna tug Elliott

- behind the toilet block?
- Mm-hm, yep.

- Said it had something to do

with her reluctance
to, "Wank the Yank?"

- You fucking asshole!

Does she still
live there though?

- I think so.

- Was this the guy
who killed his wife?

- Oh! Yeah, he beat the charge!

- What?

- Yeah, beat the charge.

The witness up and left.

- Up and left?
- Mm.

Turned up in Spain somewhere,

refused to come back
and fucking testify.

- Who was this now?

- Ah, I don't know,
ah, a cleaner.

Said this old guy,
ah, what's his name?

I don't know,

I've never met him.

- Well, said this girl's father

drank a half bottle of Scotch.

- Oh yeah, what kind?

- Ah, a good one,
shut the fuck up.

Go on.

- Yeah, then the
missus turned up,

they got into an
argument about something,

then he pulled out a
pistol.

That's all she wrote.

- And this guy just fucking
moves the witness on?

So the story goes.

- That's fucked!
- Piece of shit.

- This is what I'm
telling you, money.

The rich are literally
getting away with murder.

- And where'd you
hear about it all?

- Oh, it was in all the papers.

Since when do
you fucking read papers?

- I don't, but I did use
them as blankets for a while.

Kept me sleepless
for three nights!

Fucking great read!

- Didn't know you could.

- Shut your legs Indi,
your breath stinks.

- You're such a dick-
- Enough!

What about the girl?

Don't know, but she was
pretty hot back then,

but I don't know-
- Fuck!

Try and understand what I'm
asking you for fuck sake!

- What are you asking?

- He's asking if you know
what happened to Annalise.

- She stayed with her dad.

Uh, she never talked about it.

I don't think she was old enough
to know what was going on.

- No, just old enough
to know that Mummy

wasn't gonna come back and
tuck her end of the night.

Another Mother bites the dust.

- Fuck this, we're all beating
around the obvious here.

- Uh, what's the obvious?

- I think we have
an opportunity here.

- There you go.

- To exact some justice for
the fallen woman of the house,

and send a very clear
and loud message.

- How clear?

- Crystal.

I just wished we knew where
this rich bastard lived.

Any way, we could do
this, how about it?

- I'm always up for
anything. Fuck off, Seth.

- Follow the leader.

- I even have the perfect house.

Did you shit yourself?

Nah, that's
the dumpsters man.

- Fuck, that is-

- I didn't fucking
shit myself, all right!

- You sure, mate?
- That's the dumpsters,

I'm telling you.
- It sure looks like it.

Fuck off!

Is this
the bottle shop?

Yeah, man.

- Hey, yo, do you want
anything before we head off?

- Nah, I'm all right.

Ah, nah, can I pinch a smoke?

- All right.

Got a light?

- You boys need ciggies?

Got cash?

Yeah,
yeah, I got some.

What to choose, man.

How ya doin', man?

Just those three, thanks.

Ah, yeah, sure, fuck.

Every time man. Every time.

Come on, you
look like you're 15.

Fuck off, man.

Thanks, man.

Cheers.

Ah, could
we get those in bags?

Yeah, cheers.
- Thank you.

Busy night?

Nah, no need for receipt, man.

They're gonna be gone
the second we walk out.

No,
don't tell him that.

He doesn't
give a shit, man.

Probably he'd do the
same thing in our shoes.

Cheers, man.

- Cheers.
- Take it easy. Ooh, sorry.

You have a good night.

- Need an opener?

- I might need an opener, yeah.

- Yeah, I got one.

- Give me that.

- All right.

- Oi! Me first.

- Hold on, hold on,
hold on, you're good.

- Come on man, we're not
here to fuck spiders.

- Yeah, this one's
a piece of shit but.

Fuck me.

- So, I've got Deano
holding at the party.

- Yeah?
- Do you guys want any?

- Uh, I mean, if you
have to ask the question,

you know.

- All right.

What's he got?

"What's he got?"

Are you a dumbass or what?
- Just a bit of whizz,

you'll be right.

Fuck, you drink some shit.

What
percentage is this?

I don't know, man.

Are you serious?

What?

"What
percentage is this?"

Fuck, you're a girl.

The fuck, I've still
got drinks at the party.

I don't want to waste my money

and fucking get wasted already.

Fuck!

So I got a welfare
meeting, on Thursday now,

because I haven't been
for any Job Search

for the last two, three months.

- Ah, yeah?
- Didn't you hand in

that resume at that, uh-

- Nah, she won't,
she won't take it.

- Huh, hold up,
hold up, hold up.

Check this shit out.

What?

It's not bad.

Nah, it's got an alarm.

- That's all right.
- Forget it man.

Nah, we
can make this happen.

Dude. Come
on, let's go, guys.

- What do-
- Come on, leave it.

- I'm having a look.
Just fucking sit still.

We'll come back tomorrow,

see if it's in a different
spot out of the lights.

Aww, fuck me it's cold, boys.

Tell me about it.

I can see your nipples
through your shirt.

Shut up.

There's
some nice cars around.

- Yuppy-ville, man.
- Yeah, upper-crust fucks.

- What time, Mr. Cork?

Ah, It was at 2:45.

I remember that,
because I was there.

See, I caught a bus, the 100.

I don't have a car at the
moment, unfortunately.

- Car thefts are
down at the moment.

- Well, that's good to know.

Ah, there was this
old lady on the bus.

All these young boys,
they were ignoring her,

so I gave her my seat.

- Why did you do that?

- Well, because my mother
raised me right, Detective.

This
woman have a name?

- Probably.

But there was something
that did strike me,

while I was on the bus.

- Go on, Mr. Cork.

- There was this
couple, a young couple.

He had blonde hair, she was
red-headed, and she was scared.

I was just sitting there.

He wouldn't acknowledge her,
wouldn't even hold her hand.

Why did that
strike you Arthur?

- Because I don't
like women beaters.

- How did you know he
was a woman beater?

- Well, I've developed a
bit of an eye for that.

- First-hand experience?

- I've never touched a woman.

Never?

Have I
wanted to? Yeah.

From time to time,

but I've never.

- Have you seen this
girl before, Mr. Cork?

- Nah. Haven't seen her.

She looks scared.

Bit like the girl on the bus.

Who's she?

- We were hoping you
could tell us, Arthur.

Seeing as your print
was found at the scene.

- That is not my name.

This says it was a
partial print, on a gate.

And that address,
that's a main road.

I walk by there all the time.

I could have brushed that
when I was going to the bus.

- Before we continue,
are you now saying,

just so that we're clear,

are you now saying that
you've never before seen

the young girl in
the photograph?

- That's what I'm saying.

What's it about?

- What's what about?

The movie, Arthur.

- You and that fucking name.

- The movie, Mr. Cork.

- What about it?

- What's it about?

- "The Usual Suspects?"

- We know the title, Arthur

- Yeah, but that's also what
it's about, the usual suspects.

Being dragged in by the law,

to confess for the
sins of others.

It's a bit like me.

- Is that how you
feel, Mr. Cork?

That we're asking you
to confess to something

you may not have done?

- No. Not at all,
Detective George.

- Have you got
something on ya, Arthur?

Something that might show us

that you actually
made the session?

You know what,

I didn't keep the ticket stub.

- That's OK, Mr. Cork.

Do you have anything else then?

Bus ticket?

- Nah, I didn't pay. Ooh!

Did I just confess
to fare evasion?

What's that, like 200?

- Can be 550, if
there's history.

- Do you have that, Mr. Cork?

- What? The money?

- She's talking about
history, Arthur.

You've got a bit
of that, don't you?

- Don't we all?

I bet even you two have history.

Oh. Wow.

I nailed it.

Obviously, you got
there before I could.

You horny bastards.
You know he's married?

What, he didn't say?
You didn't tell her?

I don't blame ya.
She's very pretty.

You are, very, very pretty.

Thank you, Mr. Cork.

- Hey, man, I'll
just get two please.

Thanks, man. Have a good night.

Here you are partner.
No mustard right?

Partner?

We don't talk any more?

- Now you wanna talk?

- What the hell
does that even mean?

- You know damn well what
that means, Detective.

Now I'm supposed
to open my mouth?

Why the hell not? I've already
opened up everything else!

- Hey, what do you want from me?

- Nothing, Matt.

I don't want anything from you.

Actually, I take that back.

I want what anybody else
in my position would want.

However, seeing as
that's not an option,

which you've made
perfectly clear,

I'll settle for a partner,
out here, on the job.

Beyond that, you can
go screw yourself,

because I'm not
doing it anymore.

- He'll be all right.

Just doing his job.

Can't blame him for that.

- Mr. Cork, did you know that-

- Call me Yale.

- Mr. Cork.

Did you know that
the young woman

in that picture was pregnant?

- Pregnant?

That poor girl? That's tragic.

Can I ask you something?

- OK.

What makes you two think
that I give a fuck,

about some dead,
knocked up slag?

- I was just checking on your
empathy levels, Mr. Cork.

I'm afraid
that tank's a little dry.

- Evidently.

- Well, this has been
fun. Can I go now?

- Not quite, Mr. Cork.

- Well, what else do you want?

You wanna know my
favorite color?

Favorite food? Position?

- I wanna talk to you about
Robert Hamilton Stuart.

- Can I have one of them?

- Babe, you don't smoke.

- Tonight's a night
of real firsts.

- Like a pro, hun.

You got a good job?

Yes.

Does it pay well?

Yes.

- I bet you have a nice car too.

- Yes.

- So, this one day, back
when I was in school,

I saw a group of girls,
three or four of them,

they were pushing
around this little girl.

I think they wanted
her lunch money

or something like that.

Now, this little girl,
lets call her Vicki.

- Why Vicki?

- Vicki Victim.

Now, Vicki, instead of
simply giving into the group,

well, she sat there in defiance,

and she took every little
kick and every punch that

that violent little
group handed out.

Now, I sat there and wondered.

I wondered, why did she
continue to refuse the group,

when it was clear as day

they were just going to
keep kicking and kicking

and punching and punching?

And then it hit me!

The reason she was so content
on taking that beating,

that left her beaten
and bruised and bloody,

was in a word, spirit.

Fuck-tons of pure,
unadulterated spirit.

She was not gonna show them

that they could
break her spirit.

It was honorable to be sure.

Stupid, but honorable.

- What happened to her?

- Well, she ended up
in the emergency room,

followed by the
intensive care unit.

It would've just been easier
to give in, don't you think?

- Well, we're gonna
take a look around, OK?

C'mon, man, let's do our thing.

- I've always wanted
a place like this.

All right, all
right, let's do it your way.

The less I know about
you, the better.

I can hit
the strong and silent type.

- Well, you really
will do anything

to avoid work,
won't you, Arthur?

Only where I can.

Did you
know Mr. Stuart?

- No.

- Did you know his
daughter? Date her?

Anything like that?

- No.

- I've always wanted
a place like this.

Filled with such
delicate things.

- Please don't hurt her.

You can beat me all you like,

but I beg you, please
don't harm her.

- "I beg you, please
don't hurt her." Ooh!

- Why are you doing this?

- Well, the reason is.

Shit, why are we doing this?

- C'mon, you know the reason.

The rich get richer.

- The poor get poorer.

- Don't you worry your
fancy little pants off.

We're not here to
hurt your mistress?

Whore? Lady on the side?

You dirty old man!

For such a
distinguished individual,

he certainly does
have some dirty needs.

- She's my daughter,
you pathetic cretin.

Why don't you get on with
it, or whatever it is-

Dad!

- Your mind can
conjure, up, you fucker!

- One more little
outburst like that

the next one, she gets,
I'm not fucking around.

I'm here, in this
lovely sitting room,

on this lovely night, having
a lovely conversation.

Take her upstairs boys.
Whatever you please.

- No, no, Dad? Dad!

Dad!

- Where'd you get the tape?

- We're on a home
invasion, you fuck-up.

Always come prepared.

One of us has to be the brains.

I hope that's not
too tight, but,

it's better than the,

it's better than
the alternative.

Hey!

It'll be all right. OK?

Don't worry, we're
not gonna hurt you,

and we're almost done here.

Everything will be all right.

When I was growing up, my
father, was a heavy drinker.

- Yep.

- Pour me one.

Pour yourself one too.

Here's looking up your arsehole.

Nothing funny now.

I'd hate to put two in your
chest and one up your arse.

Yeah, I promise.

- A real my-word-is-my-bond
type of guy', aren't you?

That's what I had you pegged as.

- You don't happen
to have anyone

that can alibi you, do you?

- No, that's something
else I don't have.

- Oh, that's a shame.
Couldn't find a friend?

- No, they were working.

- Well, that explains
why we never see them.

- Yep.
- Do you work, Mr. Cork?

- No, but I've been
using Job Search.

- How about a bus buddy?

- Well, my mum, she taught
me not to talk to strangers.

- Surprised she could
teach you anything, mate,

given her unforeseen absence.

- That's enough.

- We didn't have a place
like this growing up.

It's not what you would
call a supporting, caring,

or loving kind of family home.

This one night, I came home

and my father was
standing smack, bang

in the middle of the kitchen,

with this here firearm
against mother dearest's head.

Do you want to
know what happened?

She turned slowly and with
such fucking confidence,

defiance even,

and she began to laugh.

The old
man didn't like that.

We need to cut her a little.

What? Are
you fucking kidding me?

Only a little.

Not to kill her or anything.

Not to kill you or anything.

Just to show you-know-who
that we took care of you.

Otherwise, he will
think we puss-ed out.

OK, we need to make sure
you won't call the cops

or anything like that,
a message, you know.

- You know, my fucking father
was a no-nonsense kind of guy.

He sees me and without
batting an eyelid,

grabs me by the arm and pulls
me in front of my mother.

- Fuck! I can't believe
I'm about to say this.

But, he's got a point.

Only a little one, OK, we'll
be as gentle as possible.

I'm not fucking doing it.

- Oh, come on, man. I don't
have the stomach for it.

- Well, it was
your fucking idea.

- As an idea, it
fucking makes sense.

- You are a fucking child, man.

- Let me cut you a little, OK.

If Yale comes up
here, we aren't-

- All my mother could say,

was "Go on, get on with
it, you gutless wonder."

- What the hell happened?

So my dad calmly
puts the gun in my hand.

- You're hurt.

- I'm fine.

It's heavy.

So he helps me, you see.

- That was insane.

- Yeah, man.

We just cut her up a little bit,

so she wouldn't go to the cops.

- You cut someone?

It was nothing.

It was just to show
you-know-who we handle business.

- Where's Yale? Is he OK?

- Well, you really
will do anything

to avoid work, won't you Arthur?

- Only where I can.

Did you
know Mr. Stuart?

- No.

Did you know
his daughter? Date her?

Anything like that?

- No.

- She's been
cooperating with us.

- She's coming in today,
to look at photographs,

you know, pictures.

Of guys,

with some of that
history we talked about.

You ladies
forgot your purse.

She give you some trouble boys?

Only a little. But
junior here handled business.

Down this way.

Ooh!
- You two look very nice.

- Hey, hey, hey. Ladies!

What do you say?
Drinks are on me.

- Well, they may be on you,
but soon they'll be in me.

- You're such a fucking gronk.

- Me?

Would it kill you to be
less of a bitch than normal?

- Hey! She's right though,
you are pretty gronk.

- What? Fuck off.

I guess I'm third wheel, yeah?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, no.

Actually, I think
you're worse than that.

- All it's going to look like

is Papa Smurf found Baby
Smurf less than alive.

So, distraught by her blood
on the antique furniture,

he went downstairs, smashed
a few drinks, and bang!

Besides this park's huge.

No one's gonna know we're here.

- Halles, what's wrong?

- I'm not sure about
all this, Yale.

I don't think I can
go through with it.

- You don't have to
worry about anything.

You can do this.

- No. What if Seth's right?

- Don't worry about it.
I've planned this perfectly.

We planned this perfectly.
Don't you trust me?

- Of course I trust you.

Mr. Cork, while
you might not know her,

is there any chance that
she's going to know you?

- Not a chance.

Like I said, Detective,
I was in the movies,

and when I got out, I had lunch.

Well, a late lunch.

- Why late?

- Well, by the time
the session finished,

it was about five o'clock.

- Wouldn't that make
it an early dinner?

- Maybe for you.

- Hello?

No.

No. I'm not all right.

I'm not OK.

Uh, these.

What do you mean?

No, they've left.

No, no. I'm not hurt or injured.

To your location.

They should be there within
the next 10 or so minutes.

I need you to remain
where you are,

and I need you to stay
on the phone with me.

Can you do that?

- Yes. Yeah, I can.

That's great,
ma'am. You're doing great.

It's almost over. Where are you?

- Um, what do you mean?

- In the home.
Where are you currently?

- I'm in the upstairs bathroom.

Is
the door locked?

Yeah,
yeah, the door's locked.

I
want you to stay put

until the officers arrive.

OK.

Can you
tell me what happened?

- Um,

I came home, and I had a shower,

and

I hopped on my bed,

and I had my headphones on,

so he couldn't hear me,

and he couldn't, I
couldn't do anything.

He couldn't hear
me, I couldn't do anything.

It's, it's
OK. You're doing great.

It's, it's OK.
You're gonna be fine.

Sweetheart? It, it's OK.

- What's your name?
- Annalise.

- Annalise.
That's a very special name.

- Why is it special?

- My dear, it's very special.

It means graced
with God's bounty.

- Guys.
We've got a problem.

- Fuck! What is it?

- We begin this
evening's broadcast

with a violent home invasion,

in the affluent suburb
of Stanford Hills Estate.

Earlier this evening, three
young men, one, armed,

stormed a home, where they
threatened and held captive

the owner, Mr. Robert
Hamilton Stuart.

Mr. Stuart had been taken
to the emergency room,

with a suspected gunshot wound.

However, efforts to save Mr.
Stuart were unsuccessful.

The assailants escaped in
a 2017, black, BMW Sedan,

reportedly stolen,
with a significant
sum of money, jewelry,

and high-end alcohol.

Police say they have one
witness who is cooperating,

but have yet to release
any further details.

Police are urging

Stanford Hills Estate
residents with-

- Fuck!

Nothing can fucking
go wrong, huh?

What do you fucking call
this then! We are fucked!

- We're not fucked.

All we have to do is
ditch the car and lay low.

No one can prove anything.
We just disappear.

I don't care what anyone says.
We took care of business.

No witnesses.

Just some snobby neighbor,

who thinks she saw
the car, that's it.

- Yeah, he's right.
Ditch the car.

We'll meet back here in
a couple of hours, OK?

We need to be far, so
far away from here,

and then we go
underground, yeah?

- Agreed. That's the plan.

We stick with that.

Elliot,

you take the keys,
you ditch the car.

Stay off the main streets,
stay out of the shadows.

- No, no, hang on.

- No, no, no. That's the plan.

That's it. Let's go.

- Yeah, OK. Just, just,
stick to the plan.

- Idiot!

Come on...

Come on, we'll be fine.
Would you calm down?

- Are you shitting me?

We broke into some poor
old bastard's place,

robbed it, trashed it,
you fucking toyed with him

like some psycho tearing
the wings off flies,

fucking killed
him, for what, man?

- No one forced you to come.

You came of your own free
will, just like we all did.

We are tired of the haves
having more than the have-nots

and now they'll all know,

they're not any fucking
better than we are.

Oh, keep
telling yourself that, mate.

You're fucking deluded.

You're not some fucking
freedom fighter.

You know why I had
to be there right?

I had to be there for
when you fucked it up.

Where are we going?

- You know where we're going.

- Fuck's sake, Yale.

You right?

Yeah, I'm right.

It's just fucking,
we gotta get going.

C'mon, let's go.

- Babe, we should split up.

Wait, what, why?

- Because together we're
creating too much attention,

we're just better off separate.

- Separate?

We're just two girls

walking in and out of
dangerous dark alleyways.

- Sarcasm really doesn't
work for you, kitty cat.

Stick
to what you know.

Anyway, by now, the
cops have probably found

your fella's handiwork.

- He's not my fella.

- Oh, come on, baby
girl, of course he is.

You're just getting your
feet wet with him now.

- What are you gonna do?

- Me?

I'm gonna go and get
something to eat,

something to drink, and then,

I'm gonna go to the meetup.

And after all that
loot is divvied up,

Elliot and I are on that
sweet bird to freedom.

- What about me?

- My dear, you're gonna do
whatever you're gonna do.

Just make sure whatever that is,

it's for the right reasons.

Not his, not mine,
not anyone else's.

- Should I go?

- Enough, Halley!

You go your way, I'll go mine.

- I'll see you at
the warehouse, yeah?

- If we're all lucky.

Any available
metro units currently online?

New job across, abandoned
vehicle. Any available units?

Base,
Central 5 online,

you got the details of
that abandoned vehicle?

Central 5, Base

yeah, the abandoned vehicle,

a late model, black BMW Sedan.

Incidentally, it's the
same make and model

as a vehicle reported stolen

from the scene of
an earlier 101.

Suspects whereabouts
currently unknown.

Proceed with caution to the
boat ramp off Dixon street.

You're Code 2.

Copy,
Central 5 is code 2.

- It's a receipt. Sertraline.

Base,
this is Central 5.

We've finished up with
the abandoned car,

we are following
up on new intel.

Central 5 online.

- Keep going.

Keep going. We gotta
find somewhere.

Fuck me, you're a girl.

Here, open that one.

- What?
- Open the door.

- It's locked.

- Well, use that
pretty little knife,

you cut that pretty
little girl's face with.

- Why don't you kick
the fucking door in,

'cause you're a massive
fucking Goliath-

- Open
the fucking door.

Open the door, now!

Get that light.

I'll message the girls,
let 'em know where we are,

see how Halles is.

- Are you fucking serious, Yale?

She seem OK to you?

Fucking worried
about her, are you?

Worried about someone else other
than yourself for a change?

Fuck me, you are a piece of
work, I'll give you that.

You know, we've
really fucked up, man.

- Fuck, you too.

- No, no, no.

First, the house isn't empty
and now, the fucking cops.

Yeah, and then
the fucking old guy

that you tore to shreds.

You are a maniac, man.

Seth,
take it easy, man.

- Take it? I'm tired
of taking it easy.

"Take it easy."

Maybe I should start taking
it easy with you, Yale.

The illustrious Yale,

always coming up with
the fucking super ideas,

the brilliant plans,

and when they fuck
up, we all pay for it.

- Seth.

- No, shut the fuck up,
Elliot. This needs to be said.

Yale fucks things up,
and we all pay for it.

Fucking gutless fuck.
Hanging us out to dry.

What are you gonna do? Huh?

Can't be any worse than this
situation you've put us in.

Come on.

Show everyone how you can
fuck things up even more.

Oh fuck!

- I won't fucking
tell you again.

Plenty more where
that come from.

- Fuck! Always has
to be the hero, huh?

Even when he's
the fucking cause.

Oh fuck!

Yale, man. What the fuck?

- One more time. I'm
not fuckin' around.

- Or what, are you
gonna shoot me?

Wasn't part of
your plan, was it?

But so much of tonight wasn't
part of your plan, was it?

Huh? The robbery,
the robbery, sure.

And the scare tactics
with the old-guy,

but the girl, that wasn't
part of your plan, was it?

What the
fuck are you on about?

- What the fuck am
I on about? Murder!

Wasn't part of the fucking plan!

It sure as shit wasn't part
of my plan, to commit murder.

Not what I fucking
signed on for.

- But murder was part of
your night, wasn't it?

You and him, that girl,

cut her from ear to fucking
ear, for all I know.

So you're just as
responsible as I am.

If not more, you dumb cunt!

- Oh yeah, that girl.

Yeah, didn't kill her mate.
She's still breathing.

- What the fuck
are you on about?

That fucking girl, no.

That fucking girl, the
fucking girl, we took care of,

that blood, the blood, you's
fucking took care of business.

- Yeah, you saw the blood,

but you didn't see
the fucking body.

And the news has the one
witness that's helping the cops.

- Do you fucking
know about this?

- Hey, what the hell, man?

- Hey, Elliot didn't
know shit, OK.

Okay. I told him, "I got this.

"Let me take care of business."

He went downstairs and started
to sift through the house,

and I fucking told her
all about you, mate.

Now who's the dumb cunt.

- Nah, you're fucking lying.

You're a liar! You
are a weak liar.

- If I'm a weak, fucking liar,

go ahead and shoot me.

No, no, no.

No, everyone's gonna calm down.

No one's shooting
anyone tonight.

- Yeah, he won't.

- Oh, won't I?

- Think about it, man.

You shoot me, who you
gonna pin this shit on?

You wouldn't pin it on Indi.

Sweet, harmless Indi,
wouldn't hurt a fly.

Then, of course, there's
Elliot, but even a dog like you,

wouldn't hang his only best
mate out to dry like that.

What about Halley?

'Cause if I'm gone,

and you're not pinning
it on the other two,

then it's gotta be Halley.

Would you let Halley
take it for you, again?

- One more fucking word.

One more-

OK,
kiddies, you play nice,

and Daddy's gonna go get
the welcome home fiesta

for my baby girl.

Hun, you want anything special?

Don't worry about it, I'll
surprise ya, I'll surprise ya.

- I don't know if you
wanna talk about it,

but we've had a thought.

- Yeah, hun, we're
worried about you.

I mean, now that
you're out, back home,

we think it's time we
did something else.

Something else?

- Something else, like
without Yale around.

- Without Yale.

- It isn't right, what happened.

- Yeah, it's not fair.

- It won't happen again.

- Don't you think he's
gonna have issues,

when he sees us trying
to go our own way?

- Look, I have a plan,

that might seem a
little extreme at first,

but ultimately will spell
freedom for all of us.

- Yeah, I'm with
these guys, Halley.

We need to do something
now, something immediate.

We're gonna end up
in prison, like you.

- Shut the fuck up!
- You asshole!

- What? Well, we
might end up dead.

- I'm not interested.

It was a one time thing,
he feels terrible.

- He couldn't give two
fucks about you, baby girl.

- We always take the fall!

I have a record,

and I haven't committed
a fucking crime yet.

- I mean, come on, he
forced you into that stupid-

- Messed up-
- Fucking horrible situation.

- And you got pinched.

To make matters worse,

he picked you up in the very
fucking car, that he stole,

that put you there
in the first place.

- If I were to go along
with it, what would we do?

- That's up to my man, Seth.

- Up to the, the who
and the what, now?

- C'mon man, it would mean
more if it came from you.

Now, plus we are all
in this together.

Don't puss out.

- Agreed.
- Agreed.

- OK, I'm in.

- I even have the perfect house.

- Keys, keys. I've
abandoned my keys!

Keys, keys.

Got the keys, keys,

chocolate bar, cherry ripe.

Done. Got it.

- What about Halley?

Because if I'm gone,

and you're not pinning
it on the other two,

then it's gotta be Halley.

Would you let Halley
take it for you, again?

One
more fucking word.

One more.

- That's how you take
care of fucking business!

Are you
fucking kidding me?

Go!

That fucking guy,
fucking Seth, the fuck just-

- Listen, I
don't think he's gonna-

- He'll be all right,
he's all right. Fuck me.

All right, so what do we do now?

We get, we get fuckin'
moving, we get out of here.

No, don't! I fuckin', I warned
him, I fuckin' warned him.

You heard me warn him.

Hey
party-goers!

What a crazy fuckin'
night!

Ow, what the fuck?

- You think? He'll,
he'll be all right?

Do you think, he'll
be all right, eh?

I, I only, I only clipped him.

Surely he'll be, but
you, but you heard him,

he left a witness to find,

behind for us to get caught.

For us to get, take the wrap.

What's
he talking about?

- It doesn't matter,
we have to keep moving.

- Where's Seth? Has
Halley turned up yet?

What do you
mean, where's Halley?

- Well, we split up, we
thought it would be better if,

uh, safer, if we split up.

Well, where is she?

- I don't know, she went
her way, and I went mine.

All
available units,

we have a code 303 in progress,
a report of shots fired.

- Seth!

Seth? What happened,
Seth, can you hear me?

- Halley,

you have to go.

- No, no, no, we need
to stop the bleeding.

- Go, Halley.

Halley, run!

- Where's Seth?

- He's dead.

- What?

- Seth's dead!

- How?

- He set us up,
the selfish prick.

He thought it up from the
start, he left a witness.

- That girl from the house?

- How did you know that?

- It was in the newscast.

- No, na, na, na, na, no.

The newscaster only said that,
"A witness was cooperating."

They didn't say
shit about a girl,

so how, how could
you know that it,

how did you know about that?

- Hey, hey, hey.

All right, it's
nothing like that.

Just don't hurt her.

- Take it easy, please don't.

- I wanna hear her, pal.

Don't look to him. Look at me.

Right here. I'm the
king of the castle.

- When, when you
were still inside,

and Halley and I were waiting,

Elliot and Seth.

Jeepers, Seth.
- Suck it up.

- When they came back, they had,

they had blood on their shirts,

and they said they cut her,
but they'd left her alive.

- Why did they leave her
alive? Why cut her at all?

- They cut her so
that you would think

that they handled business.

- So you knew that tweedle-dumb
and tweedle dead-cunt

were setting me up.

- Well, only-
- Stop talking.

Indigo.

I don't care.

You don't care?

- I don't care, it's
OK, it's all right.

- Why is it OK?
Why don't you care?

How, how is this OK?

- Indigo, sweet, little Indigo.

It's OK, because you
wouldn't hurt a fly.

You're not a threat,
so you get a pass.

- What does that even mean?

- It means that you
are going to pretend

that you had nothing to do
with this evening's events.

- I was at home, watching TV.

- It means that you are
leaving now, tonight.

- Where am I going?

- I don't give three shits!

But how
will you find me?

- I won't! I don't know you!

And I don't know
you.

It was supposed to be fun.

Us versus them.

- I'm having a blast!

- All right, moving on.

Do you happen to know
anything about a stolen Mini?

Really?

Oh, that's classic,
that's ironic.

Nothing? Not fans
of classic cinema?

"The Italian Job," 1969, Sir
Michael Caine, Benny Hill?

It's a great flick.

- I'm not following, Mr. Cork.

Well,
"The Italian Job"

is about a caper performed
using Mini Coopers.

Now you're telling me
someone's pulled a caper,

to steal Mini Coopers.

It's classic.

You seem to be
quite the movie buff, Mr. Cork.

- That's the benefits of not
having a job, isn't it, Arthur?

I'm gonna go and check and see
if the witness has arrived.

You sit tight, Arthur.

- Yeah, no, we'll be fine.

- So.

So, you saw a movie,
had a late lunch,

arrived by bus,

offered your seat
to an elderly woman

who probably had a name.

That about the gist of it?

- Yep

- What time did you
leave the cinema complex?

- Late.

- Are you inclined to say
closer to 8:00, 10:00, later?

- Later, definitely later.

- The complex closes at 10,
what were you still doing there?

- The complex closes
at 10 to shoppers,

but the last
session's like 9:45,

gets out close to midnight.

I ask again. What
were you still doing there?

I was enjoying myself.

- Enjoying yourself?

- Look, can I go?
I've got things to do.

- Of course, Mr. Cork.

I only have a few more
questions for you.

OK, fire away.

- Would you mind offering
a sample of your DNA?

For exclusionary
purposes, of course.

- Of course. What
have I gotta do?

- Nothing.

You just sit there,
open your mouth,

and swab the inside
of your cheek.

- Hey, babe?

Oi, Halley?

Babe?

Halley?

Do I have to come
in there or what?

I'm almost ready.

- Babe?

Hurry it up, would ya?

Oi, Halley?

I'm almost ready.

Yeah, well, Elliot
and Indy aren't back yet.

Don't you fuckin'
think they should be?

They will be.

What
makes you so sure?

'Cause
that was the plan.

We were hoping
you'd be more cooperative

than this, Mr. Cork

- Yeah, well, I'm
here, aren't I?

And you bastards still
haven't said why.

Any other bodily
fluids you want?

Doesn't have to be for work.

Could be a take home project.

- Tempting.

- Okie dokie, Arthur.

The witness has just arrived.

You sure you don't want to get
anything else off your chest?

- No.
- No?

Nothing. Not a word.
- All good?

- Yep.
- Done?

- Yep.
- OK.

All right. I tried.

You know
the thing I love

about "The Usual Suspects?"

- What's that Arthur?

- It's the twist, at the
end. You never see it coming.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The big bad guy that
they've been searching for,

the mastermind that
continues to evade them.

The man, the myth, the
legend that is Keyser Soze,

he's been sitting right in
front of them the whole time,

telling them a story.

They've got their
man, right there.

He even tells them,
"Keyser doesn't exist."

C'mon now.

The greatest trick
the devil ever pulled,

was convincing the
world, he didn't exist.

You are fucking
deluded, you know that?

- Arthur?

Detective?

- There's two things
you have to understand.

What's that?

- Firstly, that's just a movie.

And the second?

- I've got a witness, mate.