All language subtitles for Climas (2014)

Whenever I was away...

Jobs, meetings, whatever...

Whenever there was
a pause, a silence,

my thoughts would just
drift towards him.

He was always the first thing
that came into my head.

Sometimes the only thing.

He'd just be there
in front of me.

His crooked smile...

and bow legs.

So involved
in everything around him.

It took my breath away.

It made me feel warm,
accomplished.

I was so happy.

Hello, Tom.

He always used to
ask after you
when you were gone.

I was his dad.
No, you know, you...

You were the one he wanted
to make notice him.

All those
dead-end jobs, Tom.

I thought
you did them
to escape.

Escape?
Yeah, from me
and Steven.

You know,
the dirty nappies,
the tantrums,

the bad school reports,

the lip.

And now?

Well, you'd be
wasting your time...

looking in Vanity Fair,

but if you get a glimpse
of the teachers' union
monthly journal,

well,

there's some lovely head shots
of the area reps in there.

Done with real anger.

What are these?
You remember Stanley James,
worked at Maxim?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, he's putting together this
book of photographs of children
through the 20th century.

Innocence and Age.

He was looking
for an editor.

Said I'd be interested.
Oof.

Sucker for punishment.

So... how's work
going for you?

Good, um...

The BMA
have published
my first paper,

and two research centers
have approached me about
consultancy work, so...

You know,
keeps me busy.

Stops me thinking
about Steven.

Hmm.

I don't know, Tom.
Sometimes I think
I should...

live more like you,
you know.

It's tough out there
for a single woman.
Yeah?

Yeah.
Even in these
enlightened times?

Unlike you, who...

hooks up with
the first attractive woman
who he meets...

What makes you think
that's the case?

Slim little thing, huh?

You happy?

Mmm.

Do you really want to
go down that road?

Well, I think
I'd need another drink.

Thanks.

Ah, shit.
I'm out of tonic.

Do you know what?

It's getting late.
I... I should go anyway. So...

No, it's all right. I'll...
I'll nip out to the off-license
down at the corner.

It'll only take
five minutes.
Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

Um...

It's all right.
Don't worry.

It's all right.
Go on. Go on.

Eh, it's good
to see you.

Hello.

Ed?
Sadly, yeah.

Poker game at Dave's tonight.
Do you fancy it?
Ah.

News to lift the spirits.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

- What time are we on?
- 8:00, 8:30.

Nice, nice, nice,
nice, nice, nice, nice.

Hey.

What?

You just barged into me.
What?

Ain't you gonna
apologize, bruv?

I was just walking
down the street.

It was an accident.
I'm sorry.

All right. Cool.
Peace, yeah?
Yeah.

They argued. Handbags.

Most of the witnesses
thought nothing about it.

A second later,
they look around,

he's slumped on the ground
holding his stomach.

Well...

What line are you taking?

Lot of gangs
around here.

Young kids.
Start there.

But between you and me,
that's no story.

Football match, huh?

You play?

I'm a... watcher really.

Tom, it's me.

Hi.
Hi.

I'm sorry, I...
Oh.

Rachel. Tom's ex.

Oh. Christina.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you too.

I've heard lots
about you.
Oh, I'm sure.

Mmm, I bet Tom's never
mentioned me before.

You look
a bit shocked.
Oh. No, no, no.

He's, uh...
He's told me lots
about you.

Where is he?
We, um...

Tom was out of tonic,
so he's gone to the off-license.

Oh.

Oh, well, there you go.

Ah. Hi.

Mmm. So, uh, you two have
met each other then, yeah?

Yeah.

Everything all right?
Yep.

Yeah.

Do you know what?
I, um, really
should be going, so...

Sure I can't tempt you?

No, no, it's fine,
thank you.

Um, really nice
to meet you, Christina.
You too.

And, uh,
good to see you.

Yeah, you too.
Yeah.

Be nice if we could
do it again sometime.
Yeah.

All right, call me.
I will.

Take care.
Bye.

Well, um, I guess that's
the hard bit out of the way.
Yeah.

Hey, come on. You're
breaking my heart, Joseph.

Jimmy.
Jimmy.

- Come on. Stand still.
- Shut up.

Yeah? Come on.
Work with me, me old son.

Look, just...

Look, just...

Stand here.
Look through there.

Just look in that.
Okay, hands down. Chin up.

Yeah?

Come on. Work with me, son.
I'll make you a star.

I don't want to be a star.
Clearly.

Smile, Jimmy. Thank you.

There you go.
See? You're a natural.

Who'd have thought? Okay.

Jimmy? Jimmy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, slow down.

Fuck off!
Let go!
Slow down.

Jimmy, love, please.
Fuck off! Fuck off!

Okay, folks,
nothing to see here.

Get back to class, please.

Here you go.

Sorry about that.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Everything, uh,
all right?

Sorry?

With, um, Jimmy.

No, not really.

Not at all.

His brother died
a few days ago.

Too soon to have him back.

His mum's coming
to pick him up.

Dreadful.

Do you have any children,
Mr. Carver?

No.

Stabbed
at a football match.

Some gang fight.

He was a pupil here too.

Bit of a wind-up merchant,
but good kid.

Lovely kid.

Okay?
Yeah.

Sorry to keep you, Mr....

Uh, it's Ed.
Uh, Ed Taylor.

Mr. Taylor.
My... My head's a bit foggy,
and I'm not sleeping a lot.

Yes, of course.

Uh...

this is his last
school photograph.

It's the most recent one
I've got.

Thank you.

He hated having
his picture taken.

Listen.
As soon as we've got a copy,
I'll get it back to you.

Picture in the paper.

He always wanted that.

Do you want the envelope?

Yeah, yeah.
That'd be great.
Thanks.

Can I get you a drink,
Mr. Taylor? Tea? Coffee?

Oh...
Something stronger?

I think something stronger.
Don't you? Whiskey?

Yeah.

Yeah, whiskey would
be great. Thanks.

Uh, listen. Maybe I should
just get out of your way
and leave you to get on.

Oh, it's no trouble.
She's just got a bit
of an infection.

I'll... I'll settle her down.

You sit down.

Try and get
some sleep, love.

Okay, Mum.

This is
his first communion.
Ah, right.

Yeah.

He was
a good-looking boy,
wasn't he?

Yeah. Yeah, he was.

- He was gonna be
a heartbreaker.

A real heartbreaker.

Find the people
that did this to my boy.

Will you do that for me, Ed?

I'm... I'm sure
the police will find them.

Yeah, I know that.

I know all about that.

But I asked you
to find who did this
to my beautiful boy...

because knowing
something will be done...

is the only thing
that's keeping me together.

Do you understand?

Everything else is...

Is buried deep, but...

hope...

is buried here.

Hello, Jimmy.

Not Joseph then?

Very good. Very witty.

Hey, uh, listen.

I was sorry to hear
about your brother.

I lost my son
a year ago about, so...

You might have known him.
Steven Carver.

We lived just off
the end of the estate there.

Well, he was a good
few years older than you,
so maybe not.

I know how you feel.
Do you?

Yeah.
I think I do.

Was your son murdered?
No.

Car accident.

Accident?
Yeah.

Did you cry?

Everyone keeps telling me
it's good to cry.

Well, if that's what
everyone keeps saying,

it must be okay,
mustn't it?

You're a photographer?

Yeah.

I like
taking pictures.

There's no money in it.
There is.

Some tosser
nicked my camera
in the summer.

Went down to
the crime scene the other night.

You're gonna have to give me
a wee bit more to work on.

The young lad...

Terry, uh, Grady.

Why would you want
to do that?

I went down to see his mum.

I needed a picture of him
for the first print.

His mum wants me to find
whoever's responsible
for her son's death.

Well, she would,
wouldn't she?

I think we're close.
Most of the estates
around here have gangs.

It seems Terry was on
the edge of one of them...

and got involved
in an argument with a couple
of guys from another gang.

And things
got out of hand?

Yeah. I think you could
describe it like that.

Why do you want
to get involved?

I thought you were
a watcher.

It's better
on the sidelines.

Walk away.

- Didn't think you'd show.
- Said I would, didn't I?

You want to take
some pictures?
Yeah.

This is kinda old,
kinda complicated.

But once you know it,
you know it. You know?

It's the one
I had in school.
Hold it.

Heavy, eh?
Yeah.

How do you see
through it?
Through here.

Focus.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Oh, here's another one.
Here's another one.
Here's another one.

See him?

Keep it steady.

Get it?

Yep.
Good.

If you want to leave a message,
please do.

Hi. My name is Suzanne Tiama.

I'm the director
of the Zodiac gallery
in Hoxton.

I saw a number of your stills
in an old gallery brochure...

and thought the work
was incredibly atmospheric,

and I'd be very interested
in showing your work.

My number is
0207-843-3582.

These are nice, Tom.

Very nice.

You can't beat kids.
I mean, pictures of kids.

There's hope,
isn't there?

Want some of this?

Nah, it's not even 11:00!

It's Saturday!

No, it can wait.
Got any beers?

Mmm. Should be some
in the fridge there.

Nice.

Hey, how's that story going?

Terry Grady, 15-year-old kid...

stabbed to death
at a park football match.

Eight-inch blade...

and a broken bottle.

Nasty business.

Penton was there.

The DI who dealt
with Steven.

Yeah, I remember.

Sends his regards.

That's nice.

Sorry I missed the poker.

Where did he live?

Rivermead Estate.
The one by the park
and the playground.

- Why?

I think I took a picture
of his brother
in the school last week.

Leave it, Tom.

Ah, fuck.
What time is it?

11:00, 11:30.
Ah, shit.

Fuck! I forgot.

Rachel.

Eh...
Tom, it's me.

Hi.
You all right?

Yeah.
You haven't forgotten,
have you?

No. No, I didn't forget.

Come up.
Yeah, I'm not ready.

It'll take me...
It'll take me 10 minutes.

Yeah, come up.

Um, it's Rachel.
She's outside.

Looks like these are
gonna have to wait.

Rachel?

Yeah, we're visiting
Steven's grave together.

Hi.

Ah. Hi, Ed.

It's been a while.
Hmm.

Hello. Oh.
Oh.

Are you just leaving?

Ah, well...

Love to say but, uh,
the boys.

Oh. Yeah, of course.

Nice to see you, Rachel.
Yeah, you too.

See you later, Tom.
Yeah, take care.

So, uh, I'll just get ready.

Okay.

Beer for breakfast.
Classy.

You never liked him, did ya?
Not from the moment you saw him.

Thought it would save time.

He is a good journalist.

No, he's not.
He's a hack.

Really. I don't know why
you put up with him.

Well, he taught me the important
things in life, you know.
Really?

Yeah. This is a good steak.
This is not a good steak.

This woman will
break your heart.
That woman won't.

Yeah. Couldn't work
that one out for yourself?

Well, I could,
but I had Ed, you know?

In his own strange way,
he is kind of courageous.

What? Oh, please.

He has the constant imprint of
the last person who sat on him.

He's not courageous, Tom.
He's a coward.

Well, we'll agree to differ.
Yeah. Fine.
Well, we'll agree on that then.

Did you get the flowers?

Oh, shit, no.

Excuse me.

So you found some manners
now then, bruv?

Oh.

Yeah, look,
I don't want any trouble, yeah.

Trouble?

Yeah.

I just want to pick up
some flowers here
if you don't mind.

Nah, nah.
We do mind, bruv.

- Just get out of my way.

Keep away
from Grady's brother!

Oh.

Took your time.

Yeah, sorry.

Hey, it's okay.

We are having an open space
next week.

I know it's not great notice,
but we would love to show you.

Any buyers?

I wouldn't show them
if I didn't think
I could sell them.

Can you give me these six?

Well, they're not
doing anything else.

I take 50%.

Sounds good.

Great.

He who snorts Colombian,
thinks Colombian.

Very nice, good sir.
Very nice.

Flown in direct,
dirt cheap.

Your mate, uh, Harry?

Terry.
Terry. From... Uh, works for
the Herald in Bogotá?

The very man.
Yeah?

This little baby was
addressed to Brian Wilson.

Musicians with habits.
That's his thing.

Oh, endless possibilities
there.

You should have
been there last month.

Jim Morrison nearly blew
my bollocks off.

To good living,
the ultimate revenge.

You are good, Tom, but,

ooh, Jesus.

They put the death
of cold through me.

They make you not want
to step out the door.

- How do I look?
- - You look great.

Thank you.

Tom, you are letting...

a beautiful woman
like this go out
all on her lonesome...

whilst you sit
on your sorry ass with me
all night.

You've got your priorities
all wrong, my friend.

- Ed, Christina. Christina, Ed.
- Ah.

Christina.
Eddie.

Enchanté.
Oh.

Well, can I, uh...
Can I get you a drink?

Well, no. Did you ever
read about the evils of drink?
Yeah.

Put me off reading
for life.

Tom, how come I'm only
getting to meet Christina
after so long?

I don't know.
I guess Christina
just got lucky, that's all.

Ah, that'll be him.

I should leave you boys
to enjoy your game.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.
Men, please.

Oh, you think so?
Yeah.

You, don't wait up.
Be good. Hmm?

Ed.

- Christina.
- Nice to have met you.

And you.
Hmm.

And, uh, you better be,
you know, used to
seeing me around.

Love you.

That is a very sexy woman.

I tripped and fell,
but did I fall.

Moved in?
Yeah, few weeks back.

Serious?
Yeah.

What can I say?
She makes me smile.

Well, who'd have
thought it, eh?

Life in the old dog yet.

Oh, yeah!
Chin-chin.

Yeah, let's exhibit
these drawings.

I was hugely impressed by them.

But if you like the design,
you have to see when she fits
all the costumes and everything.

It's... I mean, it's amazing.
She's got this eye.
It's fantastic.

Thank you.

I saw your piece
on the, uh...

On the gang,
Under-Fives.

It was good.
It was brief. Very good.

Crazy fucking story.
Only two of them
have ever been arrested.

It's difficult. Minors.

It's so difficult
to pin anything on 'em.

But the scary thing is...

that these kids...
and that's all they are...
they're just babies.

They don't think
what they've done
is that wrong.

Come on.

But it's also because
they're kids.

They're just reacting
and tryin' to make sense...

of the shit
that's all around 'em.

But when
they get cornered, bang!
It's reflex.

And that reflex is often
just to lash out, with...
with an eight-inch blade.

I mean, look at
these fucking cunts,

rolling out of the court
after the riots.

Not a fucking
care in the world.

Pimp roll,
designer clobber.

"Who gives a fuck"
written all over their faces.

Front. Bullshit front.

I mean, how much shit
has that led young men into?

Well, it never used to
be like that.

Mmm. Oh, no.

When we were kids,
they was innocent times.

The '70s, when you could go
to a fight and a football match
would break out.

You know,
I often wonder how Steven
would have turned out.

He'd have been fine.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Rachel was saying that, um,

he... he'd been spending
a lot more time out at night
when I was away.

He was a teenage kid.
What did you expect?

Well, I hope he was happy.

I hope we did enough.

Everybody wants to try...

and protect their children
from the world,
but you can't.

It's... It's simply
not possible.

But you try,
and you keep trying.

You loved him, Tom.

I saw the way you looked at him,
the way you were with him.

I mean,
I'm not a father,
but I could see that.

Well, I wanted
to be a good father.

Oh, believe me,
you were.

671... William Klein.

Brooklyn school kids
hose themselves down...

during a sweltering hot
New York summer's day.

672... Terence Donovan.

Bethnal Green
mods and skinheads...

pose for the camera proudly.

Yeah, come on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Open up! Dickhead!

Hey! Hey, pussy!

Hey, screw it.
Back off.

Fuck you!

I didn't think
you liked his work.

I don't.

My God. Jesus.

Um, what happened
to your face?

I, uh, um, you know...

I walked into a wall.

Fell off a bus.

Okay.

Yeah, what do you think?

Ah, moody
and magnificent?

Scary.
Scary, yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, I guess
there is that as well.

So, uh,
what brings you here?

I've signed him up
to do some shows
in New York.

They love his stuff.

Very nice.

Hey, listen, um...

I think I've seen enough
of this human suffering
for a day, you know?

My heartstrings have been...
Just been ripped out, you know?

And, um,
I'm going for a drink.

Wanna come?

Oh...
That would be nice.

But, um, I've still got
some things to sort out.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Message number 11.

Message number 12.

Message number 13.

What's wrong?

You needed to do it
quite so early?

Oh, early bird
and all that.
Yeah.

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Here's your book.

Uh, I said
you could keep that.
Don't want it.

Well, you still
want those slides
to show your class. Hey!

Who's your friend?

Uh, that's one of the kids
from the, um, school where
I've been taking portraits.

He's interested
in photography.

Capa?
Start 'em off light, Tom.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

There you are.

Hey, man...

Sorry about the crush.

You forget I've been to
a few of your exhibitions
over the years.

Actually it's quite busy.

Oh, is that supposed to
make me feel better?

Christina not coming?

No. She... She had
a business meeting.
Okay.

I'm gonna get a refill.
Do you want one?

Do you, um...

Do you not think
you're drinking
too much, Tom?

Who's counting? You?

She thinks
I'm a genius.

You know,
I was thinking,

as you get older...

you don't really get wiser.

You know, you actually
understand less.

You don't get courageous.

You just get scared.

Have you called
the police?

And then what?

You look dreadful.

Well, thank you.

You look very nice
yourself.

Just call the police,
Tom.

It's just pranks.

You caught shit
through a letter box,

abusive calls,
a mutilated cat...

You call that "pranks"?

Kids nowadays, they've just
become so much more advanced.

Haven't you heard?

I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about
all this, you know.

Does Christina know?

This is about me.
It's not about her.

Well, still, you know,
you should talk to her.

You should talk
to the police as well.
It's gone too far.

Yeah, I will.

I will.

Really, Tom,
this place is a mess.

Don't you have
any respect?

What is respect?

You know?

A shower and a shave
every morning?

See, I don't need that.

I don't need people
licking my face.

That is where you and me
differ, you know.

Where the hell is she?

Christina?
Perceptive.

Well,
it's not that late.

Where is she
meant to be?

She's out
with a dago buyer.

Okay.

Have you met him?
Yeah.

Once. Yeah.

Shallow.

Laughs when it's not funny,
cries when it's not sad.

- Jealous?
- No, I'm not.

I just... I just...
I just want her home.
You know?

Anything wrong
with that?
No. No.

And, uh,

how are things
between you?

Oh, we get by.

Well, they do say...

the art of making
a relationship work...

is giving a little bit more
than your share.

You sound like
a fucking self-help book.

I did my share.

You know just...
Just a little bit more, Tom.

You know?
And let's face it.

Whenever you did anything,
there always had to be fanfares.
You could never just do it.

Well, you always were
the humble one in the outfit,
weren't you?

Well, for humble,
read "doormat."

What?

- Just stop trying
to tell me what to do.
- I'm not...

Stop trying to be a mummy!
Stop trying to mother me!

'Cause you're not a mother
anymore, are you?

You're not
a fucking mummy anymore!

Oh, my gosh, you can be
so cruel sometimes, Tom.

You know, the trouble
with this stuff,
it cuts away at care.

I mean, look at you.

You're a great advert for it.
What do you care about?

Eh?

You're...

You're like an accident
waiting to happen.

Now,

that is
a choice turn of phrase
if ever I heard one.

Oh. You see? There is
that constant undercurrent.
"Oh!"

The feeling that
at any point things
could get out of control.

Do you know,
it was hard
to live with.

It was scary
to live with.
But you survived.

- I'm a little bit scarred.
- Well, we're all
a little bit scarred, baby.

Jesus, listen to yourself.
You spend all your time trying
to blacken your own character.

Yeah, I know. Yeah.
Just too many Lou Reed records.
Oh, my God...

Is that as real
as it gets?
That's as real as it gets.

Oh.
Yeah.
It's all surface.

You scratch it
and there's nothing underneath.
It's all gone!

Stop it!
You can leave
whenever you want.

- Is that what you want?
- I don't fucking care!

Oh, my God.
What's happened to you?

You never used to
be like this.

This wasn't the way
you described it
in the beginning.

It wasn't...
We were good.

We were.

I watched as you felt
your grip slip away,

and I could
see the change.

You know,
I tried to help.

I couldn't reach you.

I gave up trying...

because you took it out
on me...

and you took it out
on Stephen.

I'm gonna go.

I'm so sorry
it's ended like this.

Didn't hear you
coming in.

You all right?

What's wrong?

Have you been crying?

Get me a drink.

Why have you been crying?

Just let me take your...

I'm cold.

Leave it. Please.

Hello, this is Tom Carver.
I'm not here.

If you want to leave
a message, please do.

This is Stanley
at Maxim Publishing.

Um, we're getting a bit anxious
about the deadline.

Ideally we'd like to get this
all tied up by the weekend...

so that we can take the package
to Oliver on Monday.

So, uh, if you could
give me a call.

I'm gonna lie down.

Hey, come on.
Tom, please.

If something has happened,
you can tell me.
No!

Is it something that's
happened with Luca?
No! No!

Is it something
that he said?

It's not fucking Luca.
It's not fucking Luca!

It's you. It's you!
You've done this to me.

They raped me.

They raped me.

They... They raped me.

Your fucking adversaries,
they raped me!

Are you satisfied now?

Are you?

They followed me.

Kids.

I tried to fight.

They held my hands down.

They took turns.

Each of them.

I just wanted to survive.

One of them threw that at me.

They said it must be...

They said
it's for my boyfriend.

Is that you?

Is it you?

Is it you?

I want you
to call the police.

I want you to tell them
exactly what has been going on.

Will you do that for me?

I've given her something
to help her sleep.

I wouldn't expect
too much too soon.
Thank you.

Have you got
her initial statement?

Yeah.
Gilmore took it all down.
Okay.

I'd leave anything else
till tomorrow.
She's still very fragile.

Of course.
Okay. Thanks.

Wanna tell me
more about this?

How is she?

How do you think?

Have the police
spoke to her?

Yeah.

Took a statement.

Said they'll speak to her
in more detail tomorrow.

Did you speak to Penton?

Yeah.
And?

Just told him
everything.

He said it's gonna be hard
if Christina can't
identify any of them.

Can she?

They were all
wearing masks.

What about the fucker
who spat in your face?

Yeah.

I could probably
find him.

They'd pull him in
for questioning, but...

Where would that
leave you?

I brushed off that kid,

and here we are.

I've seen them dealing,
openly.

I saw four of them
outside a house
in Caldwell Street.

They had a sports bag.
There were four of them.
Then there were two of them.

Then 20 minutes later
there were four of them again.

That house was robbed
that night.

Yeah.

You should show this evidence
to the officer
investigating the break-in.

Look, do you think that
any of these could be involved
in Christina's attack?

I've no idea.

The only motive we have...

is the altercation
at the flower stall with
the as-yet-unidentified youth.

Well, if you find him...
We'll want to
speak with him.

About his whereabouts
last night.

Definitely.

But if you're asking me whether
this evidence in itself...

is likely to lead to
a charge and a conviction,

it's unlikely.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

You've got a motive.

Of sorts.

And the evidence
at the crime scene.

It's a matter of
finding the right boy.

If we can place him
in the right place last night,

if there's enough evidence
from the scene
to match his profile, yeah.

But we cannot haul
every kid in off the street.
There's kids everywhere.

You think one of these lads
in there is the boy
at the flower stall?

- Yes.
- You shown this to Mr. Carver?

Yeah.

He doesn't recognize
any of them.

Then we're still looking.

We now have Mr. Carver's
description of the boy
at the flower stall.

Get some sleep.

If I'm right,
they'll show themselves.

Leave it with us.

You little shit.
Listen now.

- Stay the fuck away from here.
- Do you know what's gonna
happen to you?

- The same that happened
to your fucking brother.
- And that girl?

- That's gonna happen to you.
- Fuck off!

What? Listen, you best
fucking stay away from here.

Let me go!
Shut up!

Oi! What's going on?

Let me go! Let me go!
Are they your mates?

What was going on there?
Nothing. I've gotta go home.
Leave me alone, will ya.

What's this?
Nothing.

Who were those kids?
I don't know.

Look, I'm gonna ask you
a question. Okay?

A very
important question.

Leave me alone.
They'll kill me.
Who'll kill you?

You know the woman
who lived with me?
The one who gave me the book?

No, the woman I lived with.
The woman who was attacked.

I don't know
anything about that.
I'm trying to help you!

You're not helping me.
You're hurting me.

Let me fucking go!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Come back!

Fuck.
Come back!

Hello.

Hello, boys.

Shit.

Fuckin' hell.

You little fuckin' beauty.

You're fucked, son.

It's not going to stop.

Not now.

Not now
they've done this.

So what's next?

It's you or them.

Do you have to be
so dramatic?

It's not about
being dramatic.

It's about closure.

Ending it.

If that's what you want,
I'm there for you, Tom.

Yeah, I know.

Whatever it takes.

I know.

Well, if you want it,
it's there.

Yeah.

You described him
to me.

Yeah.

I found him.

I'm telling you,
it's him.

If you don't believe me,
take a look.

You know, you should
hand those to Penton.

He can pull him in,
see what he has to say
about it.

Oh, yeah.

And then what?

What do you think
we're talking about?

They're minors.

They'll get locked up
in a facility...

with wide-screen cable TV,

Xbox,
state-of-the-art fuckin' gym.

Better education
than they'll get
out in the real world.

Comfort.
That's all they'll fuckin' get.

Listen, Tom.

How many times are you going
to let these little fuckers
piss on you...

before you realize you're wet?

Yeah.

Fuck him.

Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver,
are you in there?

Mr. Carver!
Mr. Carver!

Mr. Carver.

Oi! Grady!

Oi!

You fucking cunt!

Come on!

What the fuck...
Leave it, man.

Come on, man.
Stop.

Shit.

Yes?

Hey. I'm sorry to
bother you, Miss Mallon.
Mr. Carver.

I'm looking for Jimmy,
Miss Mallon. Jimmy Grady.

- Uh, Jimmy's not here.
- It's kinda urgent.

- Did anyone phone up, or...
- Is everything okay?

You all right?

Once we've got him,
I'll do the rest
on my own.

If that's
what you want.

There he is,
all on his lonesome.

Ah, fuck!

Fuck.

Get fuckin' up.

Where would you be
if you weren't here, eh?

You fuckin'
little animal.

What's your name?

I can't hear you.

Let's try
another one.
Yeah?

How old are you?

I said, how old are you?

How old?
Fifteen.

I'm sorry?
Fifteen.

What's your fuckin' name?
Fuck you!

"Fuck you."
Figures.

You know, I had a son.

He would have been
16 this year.

But he got killed
last year.

Hit and run.

Just left there...

on a curb, bleeding.

You got any family?

A sister?

How do you think
you'd feel...

if your sister...

was attacked,

dragged down an alleyway,

raped,

everything taken from her?

You'd want to kill whoever
was responsible, wouldn't ya?

It's okay.

You're a man,
aren't ya?

Any man would feel
the same way.

Don't you think?

So...

here we are.

Not scared, are ya?

You never did say
what your name was.

What you gonna do, bruv?

You ain't got
a bottle, man.

People like you,

never.

Ah, a front.
Very fuckin' impressive.

Oh, fuck you.

- Ain't you got
nothing else to say?
- I didn't do it.

- "I didn't do it"?
- You can believe me or not,
but I'm telling you...

Yeah, but you and me,
we know each other, yeah?
We've had our disagreements.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

And the shit in the letter box,
and the dead cat.

All your work.
I didn't do it.

"It"?
Your bird.

And young Jimmy?

We just wanted
to scare him.

Oh, so it was you.

It was a way in
to you.

Why me?

Why me?

Why not?

You nearly killed him.

We was just
fucking about.

Well, I'm not
fucking about.

No, no.
I'm not fucking around.

You look at me.

Do I look like I've
got anything to lose?

Okay, so I'm gonna ask you,
right, for one last time.

One fuckin' time.

Fuckin' answer me, cunt!

Or I'll kick
your fuckin' head in!

What's your fuckin' name?
What's your name?

My name is Carl.
My name is fucking Carl.

Carl.

You're not gonna wimp out
on me now, are ya? Eh?

Oh, you're such a hard man,
aren't ya?

What's your fuckin'
problem anyway? Eh?

I'm the one going to hell.
You're just fuckin'
standing there, watching.

Fuckin'...
Fuckin' die!

Do it!

Don't touch that.
Don't fuckin' touch that!

Eh?

You see that?
See that?

My son. Yeah.

Worth 10 of you.

See, I can't
go back now.

Not from here.

We've both gone too far.

What are you doing?
What...

No. No.

I'd be surprised
if you hadn't seen
this stuff before,

a man of the world
like yourself.

What are you gonna do?

I am going to fill you up
until you are fit to burst.

You see, this stuff,

it's gonna take you
on a dark, dark journey,

and you'll know what it is
to feel true fear.

I've gotta be honest
with you, Carl.

I don't think you're gonna
be coming back from this.

You'll wander off.

Someone will find you...
eventually,

out by the marshes.

It'll be done.

I can look up
to the heavens and say,

we're equal now.

Oh, Ed. Ed.

Oh, hi.

Hi. Aren't they great?
I just love fireworks.

Yeah.

Um, Josh, this is Ed,
an old friend from way back.

This is Josh and his
lovely little son Charlie.

Hey, Charlie.
How are you doing?

Are you enjoying it?
Yeah, it's great.

Wow, Dad, look at that one!

Oh, God, I can barely
hear myself think.

Why don't I get us
a bite to eat?

Yeah, yeah.
Hot dog?

No, I'm fine,
thanks.

How are you?
Me?

Oh, I'm fine.

You look tired.

I am.

No Tom?

No.

How is he?

He's okay.

Look after him for me.

So, who's your friend?

You seem happy.

Yeah.

You know what? I am.

What's your secret?

I think you've gotta
really want it.

Listen,
I should be heading off.

Oh, okay.

Nice to see you.
Yeah.
Nice to see you.

You take care. Bye.

Hey!

Get out of my fuckin' way!
Easy!

He didn't die alone.

Eh?

We was there.

You're losing me,
Carl.

Stevie.

Steven.

His name was Steven.

Not to us.

What do you think you're doing?
Do you not think you're in
enough fuckin' trouble already?

When you told me your son died,

I knew it was Stevie.

Then I saw the photo.

You were a mate of my son's?
How come I never met ya?

Met a lot of his mates,
did ya?

Listen, I'm not the one
on fuckin' trial here.
Yeah? You are.

It wasn't a hit-and-run.

We nicked the car.

Who nicked what car?

Us.

Me, Stevie, Azza and Michael.

You'd fuckin' say
fuckin' anything to get
out of here, wouldn't ya?

No. Azza was the one
who got the car started.

We drove it up
to the petrol station,
by the wasteland,

where Stevie wanted
to play dodgems...

Where one of us...

would stand in front of the car
with it speeding towards us,

dive out the way
at the last possible moment.

He always was a nutter.

Michael was driving.

He heard police sirens
and panicked.

He slammed on the brakes,
but it was moving too quickly.

Stevie went straight over.

We panicked.

We drove till
we must have been miles away.

Then we torched the car.

We didn't feel good
about leaving Stevie, but...

he would have understood.

He was one of us.

- One of us?
- Under-Fives.

- Don't give me
that fucking crap.
- It's true.

You're lying.
What would you know?

- I was his fucking father.
- Exactly!

Now, I know my son,

and you would say
or do anything...

to save your stinking skin!

You didn't know my son.

You didn't know my son.

You didn't know my son.

He had a burn mark
on the right side of his chest.

Yes.

How do you think
he got that burn mark?

Accident. Science.

Initiation.
Don't fucking
give me that!

It's true. Have a look at
the right side of my chest.

He was my mate.
I knew him.

Get it?

What are you telling me?

Help me, Mr. Carver.

You'd help Stevie.

Now you know
there's no difference.

You can only see
the good in Stevie.

But what do you know?

You only
see the bad in me.

What would you know?

You was never there.

He told us.

He had us.

And the other stuff?

Stuff?
Yeah.

He was involved?
Involved?

Yeah.

The attack on the woman...

by the canal... the tourist.

Yeah. The one
that was in the papers.

Not last year.

About 18 months ago.

He was there.
There?

Yeah.
There.

He was there?
He was involved?

Involved?

Involved?

He was involved.

Can you help me, Mr. Carver?

It's boiling.
I'm... I'm... I'm so hot.

P-Please help... help me.

I don't want to die.

I'm scared.

What's happening to me?

Could you...

Can you get somebody?

Can you get my mum?

Please...

Please get my mum.

Shit!

Fuck!

Fuckin'...

Oh, fuckin'...
Uh, yes. Ambulance.

Yeah, um, overdose.

You've gotta come quick.
You gotta come quick!
50 Middleton Stree...

Middleton Street.
50 Middleton Street, M1.

Okay.
Keep him moving.
I will.

Keep your fuckin' eyes open.
Look at me. Look at me.

Just look at me.

Is it over yet?
Can I leave now?

Look at me.
Hey, look at me.
What's your name?

Don't do that.

Don't do that.
Look at me.

Don't close
your fuckin' eyes!
Look at me!

Tom!

Tom!
Tom, it's me. It's Ed!

Let me in, Tom!

Tom! Tom, it's me!
Let me in! Tom...

For fuck's sake!

Tom! Tom!

Fuckin' hell. Tom!

Tom, it's Ed!
Tom?