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Now when a pharmaceutical company
wants to put out a new antidepressant,

they have to pass this test

before the government
will let them sell it.

Now they take this rat, and
they dump him in a tub full of water,

and he swims.

And he tries to escape,
but sooner or later he hits

what the doctors call "the moment of despair."

That's when he works out
that he's fucked.

And he just gives in.

Stops.

And the next day, they
plunge the rodent in again,

but this time, they dose him
up with their new magic pill,

and if he goes on a little longer, you know,
just lasts a second more than last time,

well, then it's fucking
high fives all round.

That drug's ready
for the market.

You see how low the expectation
for our quality of life is?

I mean, the rat's not doing
the fucking conga, is he?

He's not rolling on his back,
squealing in delight.

He's not content.

Hundreds of millions of years of
evolution all to get us to this point,

and the best that
most of us can ever hope for

is just to be surviving.

Isn't it time
we started living?

- Is everything all right?
- Hi, Mum.

Are you going to
introduce us?

Mum, this is Glen.

- Lovely to meet you, Glen.
- And you, Mrs. Stonebridge.

Oh, please, call me Margaret.

He's much better looking
than in those photos you sent.

Your father's
around here somewhere.

Just saying I can see where
Phillipa gets her good looks from.

Do you like Vivaldi?

Yeah, I think I heard
it on an advert or something.

Can I ask you a question?

Asking if you can ask
a question, is a question.

No, go ahead. Fire away.

Well, as you can see, Phillipa's
being a little bit quiet.

Mmm.

She is.

See, we had a bit of
a tiff on the way up here.

What was it about?

It was about you.

- About me?
- Yeah.

You.

It's always been a bit
complicated between us.

You know, Phillipa's got
this big banker for a dad.

And I've...

I mean...

You know the song,
"Uptown Girl"?

I remember that one.

I mean, that's kind of our
relationship in a nutshell, really.

You gotta believe me now, I thought you
knew all this, but then Phillipa tells me

she's been spinning you
all these lies.

Maybe she was
embarrassed by me or something.

So you're not a lawyer?

No, no. I am...
I work in a call center.

They time my toilet breaks.

What is this, Phillipa?

- Dad, don't.
- Maybe she wasn't embarrassed.

Maybe she knew
you'd have an issue with us.

Of course not.

Good.

Good.

We're getting married.

Yeah, and that's why I've come,
to ask your permission.

- Just wait a minute.
- What? What?

I hardly know you.

I love your daughter, she loves me.
What more do you need to know?

Look, what do your parents do,
I mean what does your father do?

He's a printer,
something useful.

Did you see my car
when you came in?

Yeah.

I've had it quite a while. I like to
keep it around sort of, uh, reminder.

I mean, it's a nice motor, what?

Yes, it is. It's a classic.

And the reason why it's a classic
is because it has a heritage.

The point I'm trying to make is that,
that car is rather like my family.

My family, too, has tradition.

It has values.
It has a heritage.

Things that people have worked bloody
hard for over the generations.

Now, those traditions
and those values

I have passed on to my daughter.

And I'm very proud
and very protective

of both of them.

Do you understand?

I think I understand.

What you're saying is
basically if I'd had some

old schoolmaster's cum
dribbling out of my arse,

yeah, I'd be all right with you,
but I don't.

So I'm not.

I'm feeling a bit
under the weather,

so, um, perhaps
we can do this another time.

Yeah, well, if we're getting married,
then you can either like it or lump it.

- How about that?
- There's not gonna be a wedding!

- Dad, please don't...
- Listen,

I've already put the money
down for the finger buffet.

My daughter is not
marrying some fucking oik.

What, you think I'm not
good enough for her, huh?

I think you're not good enough?
I know you're not good enough!

So would you please,
kindly leave?

Not good enough.

I've heard that
my whole fucking life, mate.

Well, I think I was good enough
when she was sucking my cock.

Huh? Look at that.

I was certainly good enough when I was
coming all over those lovely titties.

So we all fuck.

We all shit.
We all die.

- Underneath all this bullshit, doesn't matter...
- No, no, no.

- We're all fucking animals.
- Get the fuck out!

Dad, you don't understand!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Leave it alone! Leave that alone!
What are you...

Come on, come on.

- Get him, get his arms.
- Give me your arms!

How have you managed
to fuck this up already?

Go.

- Where are they?
- In there.

It's called class war
for a reason.

There has to be
victims on both sides.

If that's not Glen,
then who the hell is it?

I don't know.

Why the hell
didn't you tell us?

I'd never had let
that maniac into the house.

He had a gun in Glen's face.

What in Christ's name
is going on?

He said he wouldn't hurt us.

Who? Glen?

- It's not fucking Glen.
- Don't you dare talk to me like that!

Oh, shut up!

All I can tell you
is what I know.

Are you nervous?

Whatever doesn't kill you
makes you stronger, right?

Do you know who said that?

Uh, Churchill.

Nietzsche.

Ended up paralyzed and insane.

Shit, is that...

Oh, my God.

It is, it's a person!

- Should I get out and...
- Yes.

Are you okay?

- Can you hear me?
- Don't look at me.

- Don't look at me.
- What the hell is this?

Don't fucking look at me.

Go on.

- Go on.
- No!

You're a private
school boy, right?

Uh, yes,
I went to public school.

They used to say the main difference
about private school education

is it gives you self-confidence.
You reckon that's right?

I suppose.

Well, in a minute, I'm gonna pull you
up, so don't be so self-confident

that you think you can
overpower a man with a gun.

It was boarding school,
not Baghdad.

- You got that?
- Yeah, I've got it, I've got it.

Get up.
Come on, get up, get up.

Go on.

Go on.

What happened to "knives only"?

Where the fuck
did you even get it?

- Little Kev.
- Who?

You know, from the Crown.

- You mean the geezer with the one arm?
- No, that's "One-Arm Kev."

Little Kev, the one with the
thing going on with his face.

- I thought that was "Simple Kev."
- I know you did. It's "Little."

Shit.

- You hurt?
- No, are you?

- All right, you're gonna take me to your house.
- What's going on?

- Just do as I say, yeah?
- Look, just let me...

Now we talked about that
self-confidence, didn't we?

Okay, okay.
I'll do whatever you want.

- Is that really necessary.
- Yeah.

Bloody hell! It's chafing.

Sorry, mate.

Look, seriously.

I've just had
this shirt starched.

You've been kidnapped, Glen. A
little discomfort is to be expected.

How do you know my name, huh?

All right.

Give us five
before you follow us, yeah?

I'll have the gates open
when you get there.

Are you
gonna hurt him?

It all depends on you.

If you start screaming
when we get there,

your mum and dad are gonna open
the door to see what's wrong,

and people are gonna get
hurt, you understand?

I won't do that, I swear.

I just wanna
take your shit...

which we both know
is insured anyway.

All you got to do
is play along, all right?

You get me in,

I get your family under control,

and we open the gates for the
other two and we take your stuff.

You do that,
and everything is gonna be fine.

- That's all I care about.
- Good.

Don't worry.
This will be character building.

What do they say? What doesn't
kill you makes you stronger.

Go on.

All right,
pass me the keys.

Hurry up.

All right,
give me your bag.

- Is your house key in here, huh?
- Yes.

Okay. Remember
what I said, yeah?

I'm gonna
take you up there,

when we get inside, you tell your mum
and your dad to stay calm, okay?

We don't need
anything kicking off, right?

Shit!

Fuck.

Please, don't hurt her.

All right,
get her to come to the car,

but don't try anything. I've
got a fucking gun, all right?

Stay calm.

Go, go, go.

Stay calm.

Fuck.

What the fuck am I doing?

What the fuck am I doing?

Fuck, fuck.

Fuck, come on.

- Is everything all right?
- Hi, Mum.

Are you
going to introduce us?

Mum, this is Glen.

- Lovely to meet you, Glen.
- And you, Mrs. Stonebridge.

Please call me Margaret.

You know, he's much better-looking
than in those photos you sent.

It's off, all right. Just play along
until I can get out of here. Yeah?

I was just saying I can see where
Phillipa gets her looks from.

Hello, darling.

Hey, good to have you home.

Hello.

What have you come as?

Glen.

What?

My name's Glen.

So just sit tight.

That's it, then. If you ain't
got your thing on, we drop it, right?

They've seen his face
anyway, now.

We wipe down everything
you've touched and we go.

I'm not
leaving now, all right?

You just said yourself
you thought it was too much.

Yeah, and then I met
them and I knew it was right.

Take it from him, Dan.

We nick anything, not now, Dan,
and get out of here.

Mate, we agreed that it weren't about that.
Don't you understand?

Yeah, but you got to admit,

it would be nice to have a bit of this,
wouldn't it? I mean, I've counted.

The geezer's
got seven toilets. Seven!

That means he can take his morning dump on
a different throne every day of the week.

Who wouldn't want a bit of that?

No, I'm going through with this,

- in the way we said, all right?
- But they've seen your face!

And they're gonna
see a lot more of it.

Mate, I fucking believe in this.

If you're staying,
grab the bag out of the car.

He's coming with us. We ain't
going to give him no choice.

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah!

I told you he weren't right. You
ignored me, you wouldn't listen to me.

Now fucking look at him.

I'm not just gonna leave
him here to rot somewhere.

Look, I ain't gonna
let him get banged up.

All right?
Now let's get the stuff and go.

Come and help me
with the bed.

Fuck it, forget it.

Anything in there?

Nah.

These cupboards.

There's just fucking clothes!

Keep looking.

Where are the watches?

Look here.

Did you pass?

- It's useless.
- Keep looking.

There's nothing here.

Who knew?

Not me.

What?

Did your mother drop you
on your head or something?

Got one like this at work.

Yeah, wrong three times,
it locks us out.

Can we cut into it?

No, proper.

We need the codes.

Are you done?

What the
bloody hell do you want?

- Who the hell are you?
- Where's Glen?

What's going on?

Look, just...

Just take whatever you want
and get out of my bloody house.

Is there somewhere
I can put this out?

Plant pot in the corner.

All right, Darling,
it's all right.

All right?

Thanks.

Now, before we begin events tonight,
we'd like to make a statement.

We represent a group who seek to confront
the rising inequality in this country.

For too long, we have sat on our
hands as the divide between the rich

and the poor has
got even bigger.

Listen, behave, mate.

Eh?

Our voices are ignored by
a political and economical elite

who have no concern
for our needs.

Therefore, the time has come for us
to take direct political action.

Tonight, we target an individual who
has assets that place his wealth

in the top 1% of the UK.

We simply aim to expose the wealthy
to the same threats we experience,

in order for them
to bring change.

We encourage others to join us
in similar actions and remember,

there are more
of us than them.

Anything you wanna say, you know,
in response, now is the time.

So...
You're terrorists.

It depends on how
you look at it, you see.

Um...

Did you wanna say anything?

You bath-dodging,
benefit-scrounging, joyriding,

tracksuit-wearing,
white-van-driving,

ketchup-and-chips-
with-everything-eating,

soap-watching,
red top-reading lager lout,

product of a teenage mother
and an absent smackhead father,

six-form socialist mongrel.

No.

Yeah, well, fuck you, too!

You ski-holidaying,
horse-riding, foxhunting,

money-grabbing,
tax-dodging, backslapping,

tie and crest cunt.

Fine.

What the fuck is that?

What is that?

We are here
because you are a banker.

You and others like you gambled and lost.
The country bailed you out,

and the debt was burdened
by the poor and the vulnerable.

Yet, not one banker has faced
any jail time for their actions.

You're protected.

You see, the rich and the
powerful, they always are.

Until now.

We hope tonight will show you
the real cost of your greed

and what it's like
for the other half.

Tonight, you will have to
gamble as you have done before,

but no longer
will it be our lives

and loved ones at stake.

It will be yours.

Oh, yeah, blinding, mate.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Like Martin Luther King,
but, well, white, obviously,

and more violent,
but, you know, still good.

What about
what you said in the car?

Ready?

Wanking will be
the downfall of my generation.

Yeah, I mean it.

So people your age like to strum
one out a lot, who cares?

It's not good for you, see.

What, like, it makes you
go blind, and that?

- How many fingers am I holding up?
- Two.

How about me?

I don't mean in some weird
Catholic way, yeah.

Look, the problem you lot
have is you got it too easy.

When I was growing up,

only place you'd find porn was
crumpled up jazz mags in the bushes.

- Who the fuck was putting it in the bushes?
- I don't know.

It was a common thing.
Ask anyone my age.

But sometimes it would dry up. I mean, there
was a real drought in the summer of '84.

Then all you were left with is
underwear pages in the catalog.

You know, nothing lacy,
nothing French,

just, you know, cut off torsos
wearing sensible British underwear.

- Christ, that sounds rough.
- It was. It was difficult.

But if you worked for it, persevered, then
it was the best wank you've ever had.

What you got to understand is
your brain's ancient.

You're still
basically half monkey.

So back when we were monkeys,
you saw some hot monkey chick

who was into your hairy self, yeah, your
brain sent you off to go and bang her.

Right? That's the whole hunter-gatherer,
survival-of-the-species type of thing, yeah?

But fast forward to today,

that hot monkey chick, I mean, she's on
your screens and there's a million of her.

Yeah, and that signal in your brain is
just firing over and over and over again.

Yeah, because it thinks

it's the alpha male in the middle of the
mating season that's never fucking ending.

That's the overload.
It's the overload.

It fucks you up, mate.

Gets you down, gets you jittery
and robs you of a backbone.

And that is exactly the state
of mind to fucking sit back

and take a limp
from the man in charge.

Really? You're blaming the plight
of the working class on porno?

Listen, the guy who invented the word,
do you know what his motivation was?

He thought it would
lead to a fairer society.

Well, that worked out well,
didn't it?

Well, that's exactly
my point, isn't it?

I mean, the world's going to shit and the
most watched video on the fucking Internet

is a fat Korean bloke pretending
to be a fucking horse.

You know what they say,

he's got good feet
for a big man.

Listen, my point is, right?

That anyone who's under 30 who hasn't taken
it to the streets yet is a fucking mess.

I mean, what have we got, eh?

Zero hours, food banks,

a lifetime of renting, right?

It looks like we're gonna be working,
what, till we're 80 or 90, who knows?

What do we do about it?

Sit there, while the fucking
bankers get their bonuses.

The rich get
their tax loopholes.

And then the government
has the audacity, right,

to say that we're all
in this together?

And for the first time
in this country's history,

this generation's gonna be
worse off than its parents.

That's always been
the story, mate.

They all go to the same schools,
they all know each other.

Who are they gonna look out for?
You or their mate?

They got it all sewn up. There's
nothing you can do about it.

That's what they want you
to think, don't you see?

Who have you come as tonight?
Citizen Smith?

- Who?
- The telly show.

- Bloke from My Family.
- I don't know it, mate.

Christ, you two
make me feel old!

You are old.

Listen, all I'm saying, right, if you
could do something to change it,

- would you?
- Of course.

I'd love to see me kids, too.

But neither of those things are gonna
happen, not while I'm awake anyway.

Couple of months back,

I went to the Bull.

Yeah,
it's proper wanking now, man.

Yeah, I know.

I ain't been back there
since we got laid off.

I'd been thinking about my dad, and
like, I'm going on these long walks.

I find myself at the factory.

Ain't they turning
that into flats now?

Yeah, something like that.

But I thought across the road, you know,
to the Bull, for old time sake, really.

So I'm having a quiet pint thinking,
"What the fuck's happened to the Bull?"

and there's this couple
sat at the table next to me...

- So what does your dad do?
- Uh, property.

And they're on
a date or something.

'cause he's asking about her
family, what they do and that.

- Finance.
- A banker.

Christ, don't tell the locals.

Priced out all the locals.

And they're some
real stuck-up fuckers.

And I'm just sitting there thinking,
you know, they would have been scared

to be anywhere near the
Bull a couple of years ago,

and now, they're drinking five quid pints
of stuff that I can't even pronounce

and giving it the biggen
about what their dad does.

Yeah, just drive out all the people who
actually make money for the country.

Seems like it would
work out great.

Well, they'll think differently
once their benefits stop.

I'm listening to these
cunts go on and on and on,

I'm getting myself
all worked up.

They're in our pub,
my dad's old watering hole,

and they're mugging us off.

And I feel like I'm just gonna
snap, you know, just lose it.

So I go to the
khazi to compose myself.

And once I've calmed down,

decided to get out of there
before I do anything stupid.

And they're gone.

The dozy bint has only gone and
left her phone behind, ain't she?

I think I'll have that.

That's my fucking karma,
that is.

That's my reward
for not getting stuck in.

And there's everything
on there, texts, emails.

You name it, it's there.

And even some dirty pics that her and some
other bloke have been sending each other.

Jesus!

- Is she fit?
- She's all right, yeah.

See? You've been slating porn all night but
failed to mention any of the benefits.

Girls are definitely
getting dirtier.

- Definitely.
- Like you'd know.

Oi, I'll have you know I've disappointed
many a lovely lady, thank you very much.

All right, so,
this phone's got everything.

And I'm getting
a bit obsessed with it.

I'm still looking at it
a few weeks later,

and her family
live like fucking royalty.

They've got everything, mate.
And her dad, this banker,

is in her photos, in front of some fuck-off
house, and I'm thinking it ain't right.

And that's when I got the idea.

So we go in the house,

we teach them a lesson
and we put it online.

We show the world that
things can't carry on like this.

People like us aren't going
to stand for it no more.

And people are gonna watch it,
and they'll follow us,

and then things
are gonna change.

How many of those you had?

Are you happy
with the way things are, hmm?

Leave it out.

Hmm?

You're joking, right?

If you two don't wanna come,
I'll do this by myself.

You're not old enough
for a mid-life crisis, mate.

- Things have got to change, right?
- They do. They do, yeah.

But attacking some random rich bloke
ain't gonna get you there, is it?

He's a political target.

See, it's a statement of intent.

All right.

It's the daughter.

She's gonna visit her parents with
her boyfriend in two weeks' time.

I've got a plan.

Let me know
if you two wanna hear it, yeah?

Phone is activated.

Listen,
I got to go talk to Kev.

See you boys later.

You don't think
he's serious, do you?

Bit of a skinful in him.

Come on, I got work tomorrow.

I'll see you later then, Dan.

Simple?

Piss off.

Moody.

Ready?

What the hell do you
hope to gain from this bollocks?

Well, we've made our statement.

You're completely ridiculous.

Well, that's the way
that you see it.

It's not a question of how I see it.
It's how it is.

I've honestly defecated things that
know more about the market than you do.

What's he going on about?

He's saying
Danny's got shit for brains.

Oh, going well, then.

Oh, I know.

I know, 'cause we wouldn't
understand, right?

When it's anything to do
with car factories or mining,

or anything
that affects us, yeah?

This fucking market
is king, right?

Survival of the fittest.
Dog eat fucking dog.

But when you lot run the banks into the ground,
you expect the country to bail you out?

It becomes socialist overnight.

It's fucking rigged, mate.
It's fucking rigged.

You'd rather we what, what,
plunged back into the Dark Ages?

I just want
a bit of consistency.

But you've had your word, right?
You've had your say?

'Cause now you have to choose whose
life you're going to gamble on.

Do you want to gamble between
your wife or your daughter?

- Dad?
- Hmm?

Look, look, look...

I can give you money,
give you lots of money.

See, it doesn't work like that.

Don't try and pretend that this is
anything other than what it is.

- Pick one of them.
- I won't.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
What is he going to do?

Dad!

- What the hell?
- Follow me.

What the hell are you doing?

What's he going to do?

- Talk to him.
- Darling, it's all right.

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame
thy fearful symmetry

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand,
dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art

Could twist the sinews
of thy heart

And when thy heart
began to beat

What the hammer?
What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What dread grasp

Dare it's deadly terrors clasp

When the stars
threw down their spears

And watered heaven
with their tears

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb
make thee?

Mate...

Are the watches in the safe?

Don't muck me about.

What are the codes?

All right, you tie him up.

He's not right.
He's gonna gouge your eyes out.

You don't tie him up.
I open the safe for you.

Then what?
He is still around.

I've already offered him money.

- Look, tell me the bastard pin.
- Not until my family's safe.

- What's going on?
- He's being mouthy.

Now normally, that's the symbol that
means you can get away with anything.

Not tonight.

Tonight, we're all equal.

You make a bet, or I burn down the
house with your whole family in it.

Please,
please don't do this.

Huh? Pick someone.

Come on,
pick someone now! Huh?

- No. No.
- No?

Just choose me!

- Just choose me, for Christ's sake.
- It's your last chance, come on.

Hmm?

You can't let him hurt her.

Come on, if you hurt her,
you get nothing from me.

Ever!

- Give me the gun!
- No, no!

You're just fucking wrecked,
aren't you?

Just a fucking wretch, just trying to
stay afloat, that's all you are, mate.

I'm getting really sick and
tired of your schizo bullshit.

- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you, you selfish prick!

He's got a massive
payday upstairs.

But you won't let us have it 'cause you
want to play Citizen Smith for the night.

Listen, I don't know who the fuck
that is, you fucking old cunt!

All right, boys.
Let's keep a cool head, yeah?

We're all mates here, right?

Get up. Get up.

Get up.

Didn't I say if we steal anything,
it cheapens the message?

But he's a banker.

You could give it
the whole Robin Hood angle.

Yeah, I can really see the
Daily Mail going for that one.

- It's a lot of fucking money, mate.
- I don't give a fuck!

So what are you gonna do?
You gonna shoot me?

Yeah...
Yeah, if I have to.

I don't think
you've got it in you.

This is a semi-automatic pistol, made
of alloy metals weighing 918 grams.

There's 12 9x19 caliber rounds

that fire at a velocity
of 1,180 feet per second.

I fucking love this gun.

Now, drop the knife
and kick it over here.

Oi, we're meant
to be best mates.

I got the whole fucking "mates"
thing the first time you said it.

Well, I thought it worth repeating, considering
you're pointing a fucking gun at us.

Where are the cable ties?

- I don't know.
- Oh, don't play smart, yeah.

It don't fucking suit you.

- I don't know, upstairs.
- Shut up.

Listen, grab the duct tape
and do fucking Tommy's hands.

- Come on, man...
- Listen, do his hands.

Go on.

You're being a right
fucking dick about this.

Go. Go on. Go.

All right, stay there.

It's too much money, mate.
You can't walk away from this.

You know that.
I know you know that.

This is getting
fucking boring, all right.

What are you doing?

Don't want them
knowing your names?

You sure as fuck don't want them
seeing your faces, right?

Huh? Go.

Try and get back in the house,
I'll put a fucking bullet in you.

You just gonna
leave us out there?

You got it?

You got the money?

- One-sixty.
- Two!

How's it feel?

Yeah. Yeah, it's good.

Nice and heavy?

Yeah, it's solid, mate.

Make you feel like a killer.

Yeah.

Good. It's a fake.

It's a what?

My guy's contact went MIA.
That's the best I could get.

It's a BB gun.

Listen, mate, what the fuck am I
supposed to do with this, eh?

Well, what were you
gonna do with it anyway, son?

I wouldn't flog you one

if I thought you were gonna go around
filling holes in people with it.

Fuck that coming back on me.

I guessed you wanted one to...

Encourage some people to part with
their money a little quicker.

Was I wrong?

No, but...

Well, there you go, then.

Model 121, B90 handgun

in factory colors.

You buy that anywhere kosher,

comes in schoolyard green
and giveaway orange.

This...
Do everything you need it to.

Mate, people I'm working with,
they may not be on the level.

Yeah, you know what I mean?

This? Ain't gonna
help with that, is it?

It had you fooled, killer.

It looks real.

That's all you need.

Now all you need to do
is play the part right.

Know it inside out,

how to hold it,
every detail.

You love her
and she'll love you back.

Listen, what if
it all goes tits up,

and I've got to fire off a shot
to show them that I'm serious.

It's the fear
of what you might do

that controls them.

Not what you actually do...

Do.

It's all in here.

Listen, mate, no, no, no.
I'm not sure about this, yeah?

Isn't there something else
you could get, hmm?

Don't you glare at me, boy.
I'm showing you something here.

What does that say?

- "I promise to pay the bearer on demand."
- Yeah.

It used to be,
you gave someone that note,

they took it to a bank
and exchanged it for gold.

But the banks don't keep
gold in the vault no more.

So that promise,
is an empty one.

It's just a piece of paper.

So why is it worth anything?

It's a confidence trick.

And it's yours...

For two ton, killer.

You're angry,
I understand that.

I only went along with this
to protect my family.

Pick someone now!

Look, look,
you want change.

Yes? Nobody's stopping you.

Run for parliament or something!
But this is just thuggery.

This does not
get your cause anywhere.

- You think politics will, huh?
- Yes!

Yes, it will.

We live in a democracy.
This is not North Korea.

This is
a fucking democracy?

What, you'd have a fuck of a lot
more to complain about if you had to wake up

and salute the picture of the feared
fucking leader every morning.

Yeah, I mean, I'd have
to salute the fucking bloke

with the dodgy
barnet every day,

but I still wake up to headlines fucking put
there by a handful of fucking rich people.

And every politician has to
bend over to those cunts,

otherwise they don't
stand a chance, right?

Who's scratching whose fucking
back in this democracy, yeah?

Little boy, you live
in a fucking dreamworld.

Fuck you, man, fuck you!

For years,
your mob has been telling us

that the money is just gonna
fucking trickle down, isn't it?

It's just gonna fucking
trickle down.

And now we're in a situation
where the top 1% of the country

have as much as
half of the fucking poorest.

We've been living in
a fucking dreamworld, yeah?

But look,
I've fucking woken up.

So here's some reality for you.

You have to pick between your
fucking wife and your daughter.

Now you listen to me,
you little shit.

I am not playing
your fucking game.

Give me a name
or you drown.

- Name. Name!
- No.

No!

- Name.
- No.

- Name, come on.
- No!

Dad?

Give me a name.

No! No!

Don't make me do this.
Don't make me do this.

No!

I won't stop. I won't stop.

I won't.

Think well. I'll kill them both.

I promise you.
I'll kill them both.

I'm not gonna let you die a hero.
I won't let you have that.

Dad!

A name.

You monster!

You're a fucking monster.

Stop!
Stop!

Name.

Margaret.

Tell her.
Tell her!

I nearly
bottled it today.

I don't know,
all that carry on...

It weren't meant to happen.

I was just meant to use your
girl to get inside the house

and stop you
setting off the alarms.

But then I got
out of control and now,

now it's too much.

It's too much.

And then
I find myself inside

pretending to be a bloke

thinking, "How am I gonna
get out of this?"

But you,

you sucked me in.

I saw the way
that you looked at me.

The way that your lot
always look at us, right?

Couldn't even hide your disgust at the thought
of your daughter being with someone like me.

That's when I thought, "Fuck it.
Let him have it."

So don't play
the fucking victim in all this.

You're not the fucking victim.

We're in your private
swimming pool, for fuck sake!

Look, all I've ever done
is look after

what is mine,
and what is mine alone.

I'm no different
to your friends.

They're just
the same as me.

Ta.

Excuse me, love. Couldn't get
any burger sauce, could I?

We need to talk
about what Danny said.

He needs help, mate.

Ta.
It's up to us to get it for him.

- I've got an idea about that.
- Yeah?

Do you know
what a complication is?

- What? Like a medical thing?
- No.

Like a watch thing.

The more expensive a watch is,
the more complications it has.

Yeah, I don't think Danny's problem
is his time keeping, mate, do you?

No.

Danny's problem is people like this
Conrad Stonebridge-Heath geezer.

He's a watch collector.

And these watches
have a lot of complications.

Right. So how's this
gonna help Danny?

They're so complicated, in fact, that they're
worth nearly half a million quid, each.

Now that kind of money could
solve all of Danny's problems.

- A lot of ours, too.
- I don't believe I'm hearing this.

What the fuck
has gotten into you two?

They're only watches. I mean, we could
get them out of the country, no problem.

It's not like we're running
smack or something.

We could be on a plane before the
police are even looking for us.

Think about it for a minute.

Say he's got a million
in these watches.

We lay low for a bit,

and we flog them
to some collector or something.

Well, even if we only get half of what
they're worth, that's still a fortune!

There's nothing
tying us down here.

Go somewhere hot, buy a bar,

get someone in to run it, whilst
we drink our profits in the sun.

Danny would never go for it.

This is our chance, mate.

Oh, come on,
don't look at me like that.

Just think about it, yeah?

Come on,
I'm doing me best here, mate.

I've got Karl Marx in one ear and
Ronnie bleeding Biggs in the other.

See you later.

Dad, are you okay?

No, no!

Please!

Please!

- What are you doing?
- No, don't!

For God's sake, no!

No! No!

Please don't!

Don't! No!

No! No! No!

I love you, Maggie.

Don't do it!

No! No!

Please!

Dad! Dad!

No!

It only smelled like petrol.

It only smelled like it.

This individual's life
will never be the same.

Hopefully now,
they'll understand our message.

And now we speak
to the others like him.

For the tax-evading,
billion-pound corporations

who take from this country
and give nothing back.

The buy-to-let landlords,

who extort their tenants
and seek profit from property

in the middle
of a housing crisis.

To the corrupt politicians who
turn a blind eye to all of this,

and send their children
to private schools and hospitals

yet leave our systems
to fall into fucking ruins.

We're coming for you cunts.

You shit!

Are you done yet?

What the fuck
have you been up to?

Hit him!

I can't believe it.

I've been
calling him "Simple Kev."

It's off him he bought a gun?

That's fucked up.

I'm worried. He didn't mention
it before, he don't trust us.

He was right not to,
weren't he?

Hey, you don't think
he'd actually...

You know, use it, do you?

Why bring it otherwise?

- You think he'd kill someone?
- I do.

Shut up.

Well, it'd be
better for us if he did.

He picked them out at random.

Nothing linking us to them.

The only way
anyone would know

anyone had done anything is him,

and them in the house.

Yeah, until
Danny uploads his video.

Yeah,
until he does that.

I'm sorry, but what are you
planning to do with me exactly?

Shh. You've just
going to stay put in there.

Yeah.

Hang on, we might
need to clear off sharpish.

You know
what Danny said.

I don't give a fuck
what Danny said.

But it is his plan, mate.

I would prefer the car
if it's all the same to you.

See,
even he prefers it.

I... I--
I'll be fine in here.

It's warm,
and maybe even put Radio 4 on.

Shall I
wank you off while I'm at it?

Just bang him in the shed
or something.

Wow, man, look at them roses.

God, these people
know how to live.

They're rhododendrons.

They're roses, you smug fuck.

In.

Will you sit still?

Not very mature.

Oh, lighten up, will you,
for fuck's sake.

Excuse me,
but I'm being traumatized here.

Yeah, so why you got to
keep fucking whinging about it?

Aw, come on, Glen! Think!

Think!

Shit.

Oh, come on, come on.

Ah!

Yes! Ow!

Yes!

Okay.
Okay. Okay.

It's too small.

Mmm-hmm.

- Go for the tape.
- I am.

- Just go for the tape.
- I fucking am.

You're not.
You're just grabbing my ass.

- The cheeky fuck!
- What?

It's Glen.

Shit!

Glen!

You can get someone's
fucking eye out with that!

Ah, fuck's sake!

Wait, wait, wait.

Come inside.

Glen!

You're fucking this up!

You're fucking this up!

Glen, no!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, my God!

No, no!

What'd you do that for?

You stabbed him.

You just fucking stabbed him!

What is your plan now?

You fucking tell me
you didn't want this.

I'm not leaving here
without them watches.

Get out!

Get up!

Where are you
taking him?

Bring him back!

It's gonna be okay
It's gonna be okay.

Danny, it's gonna be fine.
You're gonna be all right, mate.

Fucking hell.

Dan?

Dan?

Come on. Come on.

Look, just...

Let my family go.

And then I'll open the safe.

- Just give me what I want and no one else gets hurt.
- No.

Here you are.

Fill it. Fill it.
Put them in there.

Do you even need
this much stuff?

Do you?

I've worked bloody hard
for everything I've got.

We all work hard, mate.

I'd be a millionaire
if it came down to that.

If you work hard,

then you're rewarded in kind.

I used to be a printer, yeah.
Got laid off.

You know, our whole industry
went down the toilet.

World passed us by.

Now I stack shelves
for a living.

Do you know what
that feels like, do you?

And do you know what it feels
like when you look in the paper,

and you see the boss of your
firm who's younger than you,

earning
four million quid a year?

I do.

'Cause that's nearly
200 times what I get.

Now do you honestly believe
the amount of work

that he does
in one year is worth

the same amount that I'd have
to do in over three lifetimes?

Is that rewarding him in kind?

Do you know
what that does to someone?

How little it makes them feel?

No, I don't. I don't know that.

But your boss,
he would have to be

very gifted to do that job,
not many people who could do it.

Do you know that's what
I fucking hate about you lot?

This myth that you
put out there.

That if you're poor, it's
because you're lazy or stupid.

You can't accept
that your success

just might, just might

be down to what
you were born into?

And that you might
not be all that special, huh?

Yeah, well, maybe you're right.
Maybe you are right.

I don't know. I've been through
all this with your friend.

Right.

So just take what you
want and go, please.

It's not that simple, is it?

Yeah, it is that simple.

You've seen my face.

No, I haven't.
I won't remember it.

I'm not a bad person.

I'm just...

I'm just tired, you know.

I'm really tired. I'm worn out.

No!

Sorry.

Get out of my house!

Get out! No!

Please!
Don't do this!

Oh, my God,
stop this.

Go away! Get out!

I'll miss you.

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