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[lighter clinking]

[phone ringing]

[man] I've got him.

[man 2] Did you hurt him?

No more than was necessary,
that's what you said.

Good, if there's any hurting
to be done, I'll do it.

Well, you're in charge.

Yes, I am.

Is he scared?

No, he loves being tied up
and shoved in the boot of a car.

He's shitting himself.

[dramatic music]

[car alarm chirps]

[lighter clinking]

Would you like me to go and get him?

No.

Let him sweat a little more, eh?

This is great.

Finally, after all this time.

I never had any doubts,
but some people wouldn't believe it.

But here we are.

It's going to be a long night.

Maybe we should get on.

-Who's paying you?
-You are.

That's right, I am.

So we get on whenever I say
we get on, do you understand?

-Well, I was--
-Do you understand?

It's simple. Do you understand?

Yes, yeah, yeah,
I get it, you're the boss.

Yeah. I'm the boss.

-I'm running this.
-Right.

-Does he know who I am?
-No, you told me you wanted to tell him.

Yeah, that's right. I do, and I will.

-Does he know why he's here?
-No.

Did he say anything?

"Ow, please don't, not in the face."

That kind of thing.

What did you say?

I didn't say nothing.
I just brought him here.

Like you said, you're the boss.

Yes, I am.

And he needs to know that fucking with me

is something you do not do.

Stick to your own business,
everyone's happy.

But go where you shouldn't
and you are knee deep in fucking shit.

Right, so, shall I go get the other one?

Other one?

Yeah, the other one.

-What other one?
-Your wife.

My wife? What the fuck
are you talking about?

Your wife. I just assumed
after you'd spoken to lover boy,

you'd like to have a little chat
with your wife.

-Call it intuition.
-Intuition?

I never mentioned anything
about my fucking wife.

This was about getting him here,
now what the fuck is going on?

Look, a warning to a bloke
just scares him away,

your wife will never see him again.

And what exactly
did your fucking intuition

tell you was wrong with that scenario?

-Because it sounds fucking good to me.
-Does it? Does it really?

Maybe she thinks she's just being dumped.

Maybe she thinks he'll be looking for her.

Maybe she thinks he's just
popped out to buy her a ring.

Maybe she'll go looking for him.
I mean, who knows?

But she doesn't know that you know.

Now, if she doesn't know that you know,
what the fuck are we doing here?

You hired me, I'm not exactly cheap.

You have to tell her!
She has to know that you know.

Two birds, one stone.

Hey, hey, hey, listen. I decide, okay?

I decide what happens here.

I've explained this to you,
and quite a few times as I recall.

Now what don't you understand,
that I'm the one--

Yeah, I understand that you're the boss,
that you're in charge, absolutely,

but in my humble opinion
and with the greatest respect,

you do this your way
you're going to look like a right twat.

What'd you say?

Look, listen,
you got all the power, right?

You're in charge.

I know it, you know it,
but what about your wife? Hey?

What's the point of being the boss
if she doesn't know it?

She needs to know
that you're behind all of this.

Because if she doesn't she might go off
and do it all over again. You know it.

It makes sense.

It's good business.

Good business.

Yeah. Yeah. Good business.
Let her know that I'm running things.

That's right,
that's absolutely right, that way you win.

After all,
that's all that's important, isn't it?

-Okay.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-Okay. You sure?

-Yeah, I'm sure.
-Absolutely sure?

You go, you get her
and you bring her here.

Right, well, I've taken
a bit of a liberty with that one.

I've already got her.

She's already here?

What the fuck? This was not about my wife.

This was about him.
This was always about getting him.

And I got him, and he's here.

Now you decided you want her, she's here,
what's the fucking problem?

And I'm not going to charge you anything,
this is my little present to you.

Where is she?

Where's he?

Is she all right?

Yeah, she's absolutely peachy, mate,

this was definitely one of her top ten
things to do before she dies.

Look, I don't want her hurt.

That's up to you, isn't it?

-Right.
-Yeah.

Yeah, right, so…

What should we do now?

[distant rumbling]

[wheels rattling]

Here's Johnny!

So his name's Johnny?

[thug] No. Maybe, I don't know.

It's from the film, "Here's Johnny!"

-It's The Shining.
-Never heard of it.

Yeah, you have, everyone's
heard of it, it's famous.

It's got that Jack Nicolson in it.
He goes absolutely fucking crazy.

Hotel, "red rum, red rum,"
"all work no play makes Jack a dull boy."

So he's called Jack?

No, no, it's from the film.

Your name Jack or John?

-[abductee] Are you talking to me?
-Yeah. Your name, is it Jack?

-[abductee] No.
-Is it John?

[abductee] No.

So his name's not Jack, John or Johnny.
Now what the fuck are you talking about?

-[abductee] There's been a mistake.
-You shut the fuck up!

They're names from the film,
you know, the film, The Shining.

It's got that skinny bird in it,
Olive Oil. Fuck's sake.

Olive Oil?

What? Yeah, yeah.

Are you taking the piss?

-[abductee] I really think--
-You shut the fuck up!

Why are you still talking, eh?

-That's definitely him?
-Oh, yeah, yeah.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

That is definitely him.

[abductee] Can I just say something?

-[abductee breathing heavily]
-[intense music]

In my opinion, if you've kidnapped someone
and chucked him in the boot of your car

and driven him to a warehouse
in the middle of nowhere,

and you strap him to a chair
and you chuck a bag over their head,

you've earned the right
to do whatever you want to do.

If you want to hit him, hit him!

[abductee grunts]

All part of the service.

[ominous music]

What's your name?
No, actually, don't tell me.

I don't want to hear it. You're nobody.

You don't have a name here.

You're a nobody in serious shit.

A no one with a bag on his head,
so tell me, Mr. Bag on your head…

are you scared?

Are you scared?

[voice echoing]

[whimpering]

Yes. Yes, I am.

So tell me why you're here.

[abductee] I don't know.
I really don't know.

You don't know?

Then I suggest you start
to think about it.

Because the shit that you are in
is serious shit.

Now you do know that, don't you?

I'd pay attention if I was you, Mr. Bag.

You do know
you're in a lot of trouble, don't you?

See, if I was you,

I'd be wondering to myself,
why am I tied to a chair,

in a warehouse, in the middle of nowhere,

where nobody can help me
and where nobody can hear me,

even if I start screaming?

And you can stop all this.
It's in your hands.

So start to think.

Why are you here?

[abductee sobbing]

[abductee] I don't know, I don't know.

You really are scared, aren't you?

Say it for me.

[abductee] I'm scared all right.

I'm scared.

Good.

So now we know you're scared.

Now, tell me why you're here.

[abductee] I don't know, I swear to ya.

Fuck.

Is this to do with Steven?

-Who the hell's Steven?
-My brother.

He's my brother.

Your brother?

What's your brother
got to do with all this, then?

[abductee]
He's into everything, the sick fuck.

God, I'm right, aren't I?

Does a little dealing
and receiving, this and that.

He looks a lot like me.
Same height, colour hair, same build.

Jesus, I'm here because
of what he's into, aren't I?

I'll fucking kill him.
I'll fucking kill him!

Christ.

No, no, stay here.

-How do you know this is the right guy?
-Oh, shush.

Listen, I have done this before,
you know. I'm not new to it.

I know how to track a man down,
I know how to follow a man around.

It's what I do, I'm good at it.
I get paid for it. That is him!

-I guarantee it.
-Yeah?

And what if
this brother of his, this Steven,

looks like him, like he says, what then?

Because maybe, just maybe,
you've got the wrong man.

[abductee] I can tell you how to find him.
Just let me out and I'll help you.

Hey, lover boy.

-What's your favourite film?
-[abductee] What?

Come on, it's an easy question,
everyone has a favourite film.

-Mine's Reservoir Dogs. Have you seen it?
-[abductee] Couple of times.

♪ Well, I don't know
How I came here tonight ♪

♪ Got a feeling
That something ain't right ♪

You know that scene with Michael Madsen,
fucking crazy bastard.

It was funny, you think?

He was just about fucking
capable of anything.

Hold still, hold still!

And then he cuts his ear off.

[mimics slicing]

And he chucks it on the floor.

Hell, Madsen, he just doesn't give a fuck.

[abductee] Please.
I haven't done anything.

You want my brother,
I'll tell you how to find him.

And there's that bit when he tells the cop
that it doesn't matter what he says,

because he's just gonna torture him
anyway, just because he likes it.

[abductee] Please. Please.

Yeah, but… [sniffles]

…that's not my favourite torture scene,
no.

Denzel Washington.

[exhales sharply]

That's my absolute favourite.

Oh, he certainly gets
what he wants, doesn't he,

in Man on Fire, that Denzel,
he's a fucking man on fire.

He gets that geezer's hand
and he tapes it to the steering wheel.

And he chops his fingers off,
one by fucking one, by one!

Fair play to the fella,
he holds out for quite some time,

but how many digits do you have to lose
before you spill your fucking guts!

[abductee whimpering]

And Denzel, being Denzel,

pulls out his bar, click clack, and bang!

Shoots him straight in the fucking face!

[sniffles]

But Hollywood torture's not like…

real torture, is it, really, eh?

You been keeping up with
the Family Man killings?

I think that guy's
a fucking genius, I really do.

Sadistically, capturing,
killing and torturing hardened criminals.

What is he, some kind of like
psycho Robin Hood, or something?

Don't tell me those mob boys didn't soil
their pants when he went to work on them.

They would have sold their mothers
to make him stop.

[abductee grunts]

[coughing loudly]

Is your brother a Family Man, Mr. Bag?

Oi.

I'm talking to you.
Is your brother a Family Man?

-[abductee] What do you mean?
-It's a very simple question, isn't it?

Does your brother love his family?
Would he give a shit that you are here?

[abductee] Of course he would.

Well, that's good, isn't it? That's great.

So let's find out
a little bit about your brother.

And don't you lie to me,
don't you dare fucking lie to me,

because if you do, I will know.

[abductee] What do you want to know?

Right, well then…

How old is he?

What number house does he live at?
What football team does he support?

[abductee] 28.

He lives at number 138
and he supports West Ham.

Very good. See, you can do it.

Where was the last place
he went to on a foreign holiday?

What's his girlfriend's name?
What car does he drive?

[abductee] Drives a red Beamer.
His girlfriend's called Holly.

What was the other question?

What was the last
foreign holiday he went on?

What colour eyes does he have?
What football team does he support?

-And what's his address?
-[abductee] I don't know.

-You don't know your brother's address?
-No, I don't know his last holiday.

It was some fucking Greek island
or something.

His eyes are… green. His eyes are green.

And he lives in East London, Bow I think.

-Football team!
-You already asked me that.

I know, I'm asking you again.
Football team!

-West Ham.
-Address!

[abductee] Bow, Chapman Street,
I don't know the number.

You just said it was 28 a minute ago--

Um… I said 38, I'm getting confused.

238!

[abductee] I meant 238, I said 238.

Actually, you know what, it's 138.

There is no brother, is there?

He's a fucking excuse,
he doesn't fucking exist! Does he?

It's you I've been following
the last few weeks.

If you have got a brother
he's some fucking toerag drug dealer.

It's you, lover boy,
I've been fucking after!

[suspenseful music rising]

I know it's him, I fucking know it's him!

All right! All right.

Shit.

[abductee breathing heavily]

I want you to listen very carefully to me,
Mr. Bag on your head.

The sooner you work out
why you've been bought here,

the sooner I might let you go.

But I want to make myself perfectly clear.

That there is every chance
you won't be leaving here at all.

You see, if you mess me about,

you might find that you're spending
the last few hours of your life

tied to a chair, bleeding,
shitting your pants

and wishing you'd been straight with me!

[abductee] I didn't know.
I really didn't know.

Do you want me
to do something really, really hideous?

-He might be telling the truth.
-He might be lying.

-But he might be telling the truth!
-How do you know?

I don't, but you're the detective,
you work it out!

-Have you got a girlfriend?
-What?

Not you, him. Have you got a girlfriend?

-[abductee] Me?
-Yes, you. Do you have a girlfriend?

Someone that you take out,
someone that you bring home,

someone that you get all cosy with,
someone you get intimate with.

Do you have a fucking girlfriend?

[abductee] Aye, I've got a girlfriend.

So you've got just one girlfriend?

-[abductee] Yeah, just one girlfriend.
-Right.

So you don't have another lover,
you don't have a wife?

[abductee] Wife?

Yeah, wife, you know, her indoors.
She whom must be obeyed.

Trouble and strife.
Do you have a fucking wife?

-[abductee] No, I'm single.
-Apart from the girlfriend.

[abductee] Yeah, apart from her.

And does she have another boyfriend?

-[abductee] No.
-Are you absolutely sure?

-[abductee] I don't think so.
-You don't think so.

But it's possible that
she could have another lover,

she could have another boyfriend?

[abductee] No.

-Has she got a husband?
-[abductee] No.

So no husband.

[abductee] I said no.

So if she's a single lady
with no attachments,

who's this standing next to me wearing one
half of a very expensive wedding ring set?

Well, he looks like a husband to me.

But perhaps you've never seen it.

Maybe your girlfriend stashes
the other half in a drawer somewhere.

But when she puts it on,
she looks very much like a wife.

Somebody else's fucking wife!

My fucking wife!

[dramatic music]

[water running in distance]

Don't forget why this is happening.

There's a reason.

This is what you wanted.

And don't worry about that,
all that blood, it's superficial.

He'll be fine.

Don't lose sight of what we're doing.

What we're doing?

What the fuck has "we"
got to do with anything, eh?

It's not your wife he's screwing.

[husband sighs]

I didn't know.

-You didn't know?
-I swear.

I didn't know, I didn't, I swear.

Okay, okay. I hear ya.

But it's true, I really didn't know.

Yeah, so you said.

[husband sighs]

So you're going to say it,
even if it's bullshit?

So for me,

I'm never going to know
if you're lying or not.

Which fucks me off even more,
so stop trying to convince me

of anything.

You understand?

Do you understand?

-I didn't know she was married.
-Yeah, yeah, fine.

Whatever, I don't care.
You fucked my wife!

And that's why you're here.

[sighs]

So I'm going to ask you
a few questions, you know,

just try and sort this all out in my head.

You see, I…

I got these visions

of the two of you, together.

And I don't cope with them very well.

These pictures in my mind.

You see, I don't know what's true
and what's not,

so I have to ask you.

The thing is, you're not going to know
which of these answers you give me

are going to make me more angry,

more vengeful,
more determined to hurt you.

So I suggest you tell me the truth.

[distant thunder crashing]

Now, do you understand?

Do you fully understand?

Yes. Yes.

[chair creaks]

[lighter flicking]

[husband sighs]

You got a light?

So where did you meet her?

I paid that man

to go and find whichever little scumbag
was screwing my wife.

He's a detective.

He detected you.

So… now we all know where
we fit into this little scenario,

I'll ask you again.

Where did you first meet my wife?

A park.

Do you have a dog?

-No.
-Do you jog?

No.

Do you sit under trees and write poetry?

No.

What the fuck else is there
to do in a park then?

You a gardener?

I was just taking a walk, I was walking.

All right, so you were walking in a park.

Are you a queer?

I was walking
and she was sitting on a bench.

I sat next to her and we got talking.

All right, so you're
walking, talking and porking?

It's very romantic, isn't it?

Who made the first move?
Was it you or was it her?

Her. She asked me if I'd like
to go get a coffee.

-She doesn't like coffee.
-Well, that's what she said.

Right.

So you went for coffee.

No.

What? Why not?

I thought she was weird.

-You thought my wife was weird?
-Well, you wanted the truth!

You said she doesn't like coffee, and
there she was, wanting to go for a coffee.

It's weird.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll give you that one,
that is weird.

I mean, I'm not really sure
about the coffee anyway.

I've never really asked her
if she wanted one before, so…

So she asked you for a coffee
and you just said no?

[abductee] That's right.

-What then?
-She started laughing at me.

-Laughing? Why?
-I have no idea.

-So what did you do?
-Decided to leave.

[husband] To leave?

She was weird.

I didn't really fancy her.

You didn't fancy my wife?

-Not really, no.
-Really? Why?

My wife not pretty enough, eh?
She not attractive?

I didn't think so at first,
I'm really sorry about wh…

Why didn't you just walk away?

-I wanted to, I tried to.
-What do you mean you tried to?

She grabbed ahold of my arm
and wouldn't let go.

[husband] What then?

She was holding on to me really tight.

She's a strong grip,
my arm was starting to get sore.

Then she asked me if I was scared.

-Were you scared?
-Not at first, no.

She kept holding on.

Kept staring.

-Then she started laughing again.
-Laughing?

Laughing how? Like what?

Not like she was crazy or anything,
just… quietly to herself.

Kind of like she was amused by me.

Like she was playing with me.

So then what happened?

[abductee] Well, once I got
used to her, I started to relax.

You probably can't quite imagine it,
but when I relax I turn on the charm.

Bit of a charmer, are ya?

I've been known to do a little
charming in my time, yeah.

I bet you have.
They love it, don't they? Women.

-A bit of charm.
-Some of us have just got it.

[detective] And you did, didn't you?

You got it regularly.

You charmed your way
right into his wife, didn't you?

Where did you go?

-What do you mean?
-For sex.

Where did you go?

Was it your house, your flat,

some grotty little fucking
shit hole that you live in?

Or was it my house?

-Please don't tell me it was his house.
-No, it was my flat. Always my flat.

What's going to happen to me?

I don't know yet.

[detective] Um… [clicks tongue]

Uh…

Yeah, look, could you just
give me a minute, yeah?

All right, sure.

When was the last time you saw my wife?

Today.

Today?

Today?!

You little piece of fucking shit!

Today!

Are you ever going to see my wife again?

For this question there is
only one answer I want to hear.

And I want to hear it loud and clear.
Do you understand?

I swear, I swear I won't.

I give you my word.

Your word?

You see, I don't think your word amounts
to very much at the moment, do you?

See, what I think is… [sniffles]

…I think my wife needs to know

that tonight
is the last time she's seen you…

which is why I've had her
brought here too.

-She's here?
-Yeah.

Please don't hurt her.

Well, that depends, doesn't it, eh?

On whether or not I want to hurt her.

After all,

she is my wife.

Mine to be with.

Mine to sleep with.

Mine to do whatever I want with.

Till death do us part, eh?

Good.

So you're gonna stay here.

And I'm going to go have
a few words with my wife.

And when I get back…

I'll decide what I'm going to do
with you both.

What are you going to do?

[detective] Use your imagination.

-Look, I'm really--
-[punches] Shut up!

Now, I've gone to a lot of trouble

and I've been paid an awful lot
of money to bring you here.

And I have no problem
in kicking the fucking shit out of you.

So if I go away and I come back
and I find you gone…

I will hunt you down.

And I will cut your fucking head off.

Do you understand me, boy?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Good.

Bye, bye, Mr. Bag.

[intense guitar music]

What's wrong? Why have we stopped?

Right, well, this is where I leave you.

What?

Whatever you've got to say to her
is between the two of you.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Don't let her know it's you, not at first.

In my experience, the longer you keep them
guessing, the easier they are to control.

Pull away the rug.

Don't take her hood off.

And do something interesting
with your voice, disguise it.

And above all, enjoy!

You're in charge. You're the boss.

And she's got all night to find that out.

[dramatic music playing]

[husband] Did he hurt you?

Did he hurt you?

When I ask a question,

I expect a fucking answer!

[woman moaning]

Do you think…

this tough bitch act impresses me?

Well, it doesn't.

You see…

[woman moans]

…no one is going to help you.

-[metal clinking]
-[woman moaning]

No one!

And even if I decide to make you scream,

no one will hear you.

And no one will help you.

[woman moaning]

There's no hero.

No one will come.

Not your friends,

not your family,

not your lover.

[pole rattles]

No one.

-[woman moans]
-[lighter clicking]

Fuck!

What do you think this is,
some kind of fucking game?

Do you think that
I'm having a fucking laugh?

I can destroy you!

I can fucking finish you!

So you answer me, I can fuck you up!

You fucking fuck!

Do you hear me!

Do you fucking hear me!

[intense electronic music squelching]

[pole clatters]

Who the fuck are you?

Fuck!

[line ringing]

Hello? [voice echoing]

-[dramatic music playing]
-[puddle splashes]

Hello?

[lighter clicks]

[sighs]

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

[husband sighs]

[murmuring]

Why the fuck is this happening?

Fuck.

[sighs]

-Is there a problem?
-What?

Well, is something the matter?

Call it a hunch, women's intuition.

Normally I'd have sympathy
for somebody in your position.

Normally I'd be caring and considerate.

But whatever problem you've got,

and I've got to be honest here,

I couldn't give the slightest fuck.

You can't talk to me like that.

Why not? What are you going to do?

-Do you know who I am?
-Yeah, I recognise you.

You're Mr. Cunt, aren't you?

No, I don't. Should I?

I'm the one in charge!

I'm the one who decides what happens,
who stays, who goes.

It's up to me if anyone
gets hurt or disappears.

Here, yeah, you're the man.

Your little helper's run off,
and you clearly don't know why.

Have you thought about phoning your mum?

Mothers are good when things go tits up.

They don't care
if you cry or shit yourself.

They've seen it all before.

-You cannot talk to me like that.
-Really?

You don't want to upset me.
I am in charge!

Oh, yeah, you said.

About a minute ago?

You listen to me, you stupid little cow.

Who the hell do you think you are, eh?

[scoffs]

You were supposed to be my wife.

I paid my little helper
to go out and bring her here.

And instead…

he brought me you.

[lighter clicking]

Oh, fuck!

[sighs]

-[woman] What did she do?
-Shut up.

Really, if I'm here because of something
your wife's supposed to have done--

Just wait a minute, okay?
She did it. She definitely did it.

There is no doubt about it, she did it!

Do you think I would go
to all of this trouble,

if I wasn't absolutely sure?

So if she's guilty of something,
she should be here instead of me.

Don't I have the right to know?

No, you don't have the right to know!

I haven't the faintest idea
of who you are!

You are a mistake!

You are a cock-up.

So no, you have no right
to know why you're here.

So just shut up!

Let me think!
And let me go and find my lighter.

[metal clanging]

Fuck.

[woman] You say you're in charge?
In control.

[gasps] You're out of your depth.

Hence your little helper
who's just fucked off

and left you here to sort this shit out.

So your wife slept around.

This is all about revenge.

Ownership, jealousy.

I'm right, aren't I?

This is none of your business.

Like fuck it isn't!

Look at me, you ridiculous cunt!

How can you say it's none of my business?

I've been kidnapped
and tied to a fucking chair!

All right, just be quiet, please!

Let me go!

I can't let you go.

I'm not your wife!
I shouldn't even be here!

You said so yourself, so let me go.

[suspenseful music pulsing]

[woman] Fucking cunt!

[dramatic music]

-[abductee] What's going to happen now?
-[detective] Well, that depends.

What goes on between a man and his wife

is nobody else's business but their own.

-[abductee] I really didn't know.
-[detective] It doesn't matter, does it?

[abductee] What do you mean?

Well, you're here now.

We've got to see this
through to the end, haven't we?

-Can I have a cigarette, please?
-Fuck off!

If you let me go,
I'll make it worth your while.

You want some gear?

I've got good stuff.

Jesus.

You know what it says here?

It says here that it takes
12 hours for the Family Man

to kill his victims.

Think about it, 12 hours.

That's fucking taking the piss, isn't it?

What point is there
in you getting dragged into this?

I mean any more than you already are.

It's his problem, not yours.
You can just walk away.

[detective] Yeah, but he paid me
to make it my problem, didn't he?

My irritating, squealing,
moaning, Scottish problem.

I never did anything to you.

I never did anything to him.

Not intentionally.

You know…

I'm good at what I do.

I knew I'd find you, made a promise.

I made a promise to him and to me that
I would hunt you down, I would catch you

and I would bring you here.

And the thing about me

is I always keep promises,
especially ones I make to myself.

I really didn't know.

She said she'd just
come out of a marriage.

She was separated.

The way she spoke about him, it really
sounded like it was over, she hates him.

[water dripping]

You should let me go.

You know I'm right.

You're a businessman, aren't you?

What do you think this is, eh?

A fucking chat show?

Look, since we're stuck here together,
let's just try and be civil.

Make this as painless as possible.

I will, if you will.

You're a businessman!
You've got it written all over you.

And it makes good business sense
to let me go.

Letting a kidnapped woman go
with only as much as a…

"Ooh, I'm sorry,
I thought you were someone else"

is good business sense?

Is it?

And where exactly does this woman go
once she's been released?

Goes straight to the police,
to get the bastard arrested,

so he can't do the same thing
to his own wife.

Exactly.

But that's only what you'd expect,

and things aren't always
what you expect, are they?

Take me for instance,
I've suffered worse than this.

Worse than being bundled
into the boot of a car.

I've been tied up,
sometimes because I've asked to be.

Don't get me wrong.

This isn't getting me off.

It's just not the worst thing
I can imagine.

Let me go right now.

And I won't go to the police.

I'm sorry, I can't let you go.

Let me out of this chair, you fuck!

-Just be quiet, okay?
-Or you'll what?

You'll hurt me?

You think women are defenceless, do you?

Untie me and we'll put it to the test.

I'll rip your fucking dick off!

Unfucking tie me!

Just stop, all right?

Stop? [laughs]

Oh, I'm a kidnap victim, I'm meant to be
screaming and trying to get help!

Jesus, I don't blame your wife
for sleeping around!

If I was her I'd be having sex
with anything with a pulse.

I'd be getting myself pregnant
by anyone who looks just like you!

I'd be squeezing out bastards quicker
than you could take a shit!

Oh, and I wouldn't take a test,
and you would never, ever know!

[dramatic music pulsing]

[abductee] He disgusted her.

She could hardly bear
to be in the same room as him.

She said she left him.

Well, she's still with him.

She never left him for you.

Maybe you're not that special.

You're probably right.

I don't know if anyone is that special
to her, but I mean more than him.

Why's that then?

I make her feel good.

That's just lovely, isn't it?

Why am I still here?

Because he'll want to
talk to you again. Soon.

[woman shrieking in distance]

What's he doing in there?

Oh, just talking.

-Talking?
-Yeah.

Just talking.

He's not going to hurt her, is he?

Fuck, don't let him hurt her,
he's a fucking lunatic.

[ominous music pulsing]

[lighter clicking]

Fuck!

Sounds like you've run out of gas.

It's petrol.
It's a petrol lighter, it uses petrol.

It was a present from my wife.

I see.

Have you got any more petrol?

No.

So no smoking then.

Boy, don't stressful situations

really make you want a cigarette?

Especially when you're nervous.

Ahh!

Wouldn't it be good
just to have a smoke right now?

But we can't.

What a pain.

Hang on.

I think I've got a lighter in my pocket.

Have you?

I'm not sure, but I think so.

Yeah, I have. Right here in my pocket!

So…

-So I can reach in and get it for you.
-No, no, no.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I am not untying you, absolutely not!

No smoking then.

-How do I know you've even got a lighter?
-You don't.

Look…

maybe we got off on the wrong foot.

Perhaps a smoke might break the ice?

Fine.

I think in different circumstances,

I might quite like you.

-Really?
-Untie me.

I wasn't lying,
I've got a lighter in my pocket.

But you can't go in and get it.

If you try, you'll have to kill me.

What? Why?

Because if you don't,
I will go straight to the police

and tell them that you kidnapped me.

Which is, of course, true.

Then I'll break down and tell them
how you sexually abused me,

raped me,

anally raped me.

Made me do things
that would have a jury in tears.

Things that would taint you for life.

I'll make up things
that you've never even heard of.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I've got two words for you.

Rape kit.

You ever watched an episode of CSI?

You ever read a crime novel?

One swab.

That's all the police will need
to know that nothing happened

and that you are full of shit.

[woman] You have no idea
how much sex I've had today.

Straight sex, anal sex, sadistic sex.

I'm still red raw.

He wore a condom and so did you.

That's all the police need to know.

However, you let me get the lighter,

we can have
a little smoke together, have a chat.

Then, at some point,
when we both feel ready for it,

you will release me, unharmed.

And we can forget all about
this little mess.

Hey, we could even meet up for a drink.

Laugh about it.

Whatcha think?

I don't know.

[woman] Believe me.

You try and come near me
for any reason other than to untie me,

I will fuck you up so badly

you'll wish you were dead.

[snarls]

Your little helper tied
some pretty rough knots there.

No need to tie them so tight.

Not afraid of this guy.

Give me the lighter.

He smelt too, sweat and cheap scent.

He obviously bought himself.

Men don't know how to choose
what suits them.

-The lighter.
-What do you wear?

-Does your wife buy it for you?
-Give me the fucking lighter!

You're more like my wife
than you think you are.

So I'm going to take the lighter,
fuck you and your consequences!

Get the fuck away from me!

Try and take this lighter
and I'll set your fucking face on fire.

-Give me your cigarettes.
-No.

You want a cigarette
or you don't want one?

What's the goal today?

Compromise? I'll light one for you.

Throw me the whole packet.

You must think I'm stupid.

Cigarettes are hard to throw
and catch, boxes aren't.

And if I light one for you,
you might not throw me one for myself.

Yes, I will. I promise.

It's just better
if you throw me the whole box.

[suspenseful music]

Oops.

Sorry.

[husband grunts]

This must be quite a shock?

[husband yelps]

Christ, if you knew what this guy was
really like, you wouldn't be helping him.

He's paying you, I understand that.
We've all got to work.

But you don't need to sink so low.

Listen, I know what I did was wrong.

If I'd known she was married,
I wouldn't have gone anywhere near her.

But she approached me, I told you that!

I mean if there's anyone
to blame here, it's her, not me.

She's a good looking woman,
you've seen her.

And kinky.

-Kinky? Kinky how?
-She loved to tie me up. Dominate me.

Said she wanted to fuck me,
not the other way around.

Never bothered me, a shag's a shag.

I'd just lie there
and get fucked, less work.

She said her ex was crap in bed,
couldn't satisfy her.

You know what I mean, he was
too small and too quick. No girth.

This afternoon
as she was going out the door,

she said I was the best thing
that ever happened to her.

You know what that's like?
I mean she just couldn't get enough of me.

She probably got off on the fact
her man didn't know.

She was probably laughing at him
every time they were together.

I mean I'm everything her husband isn't.

I can understand why he's upset.

But like I said, he should be angry
with her, not me.

He looks like the type of guy
who's got a problem dealing with people.

But kidnapping a woman?
What a fucking coward!

You notice he wouldn't let you leave
when I was in there?

He was probably scared I was gonna
beat the shit out of him.

Be a tough guy when it's just him
and a fucking woman.

What a tosser.

You know what I mean?

But maybe she deserves it,
what do I know?

The other day she was
telling me he's a fucking psycho.

But the thing is, if he was to ask--

Fuck! Shut the fuck up!

[loud banging in distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

[woman panting]

[detective] Fuck's sake.

[detective sighs]

And don't you even fucking think about it.

[husband coughing]

Do not take the bag off!

Ring any bells?

Who is she?

[metal clanks in distance]

She's still here.

You might as well come out.
You can't get out that way.

[woman] Fuck you.

Charming.

[woman] You always wear
that cheap aftershave?

You know it makes you smell
like you've pissed yourself.

Come along now, out you pop.

[woman] I spotted you days ago,
sitting in your car. Our car!

What the fuck is she talking about?
She knows ya.

[woman] He's my husband!

Oh, fuck.

[woman] How could you do this to me?
Your own wife!

You bastard! You bastard!

Fucking come out now, you fucking bitch!

-Wait, wait! What are you doing?
-I'm going to teach that whore a lesson.

What are you doing? Why is that your wife?

Why is it not my wife!

Why have I paid you
to bring your wife here!

-What the fuck is going on?
-Move.

What's that? What's that, eh?

Ten minutes ago, she just
knocked seven pails of shit out of you.

Now all of a sudden
you're a knight in shining fucking armour?

Oh yeah, you can put a bag on someone's
head and give them a smack,

but you do it without the fucking bag?

No. Didn't think so, you fucking melt!

-[detective groaning]
-[pipe clangs]

[detective coughs]

Fuck.

[detective coughing]

[footsteps thudding]

[suspenseful music playing]

I didn't do that.

You know this woman?

Of course I know her, she's my girlfriend.

I thought… I thought she was your wife?

No. I've never seen her before tonight.

You know something?

I've just realised,
this has got nothing to do with me.

I don't even know you people.

You are not my wife.

You're not my wife's lover, and you,

I didn't pay you to go and get my wife,
because you were too busy following yours.

So I'm going to go now, okay?

I'm gonna let you three have
a nice little chat and sort it all out.

Because this has nothing to do with me.

Oh, no?

Because I've got a little office that's
full of receipts, checks,

all signed by you.

I mean you are the boss, aren't you?

You do call the shots,
I seem to remember you saying.

But now your wife knows the truth.

She knows that you are
the one behind all of this.

Why did you take the bag off her head?
All you had to do was scare her!

-Leave the rest to me, you fucking plank.
-What did you think?

After all of this tonight, did you think
she was gonna come back home

with her arms wide open and go,
"Ooh, I've seen the error of my ways"?

Don't be fucking stupid!

You don't even know your own wife, do you?
She would never do that!

Don't you dare.

What?

Don't you dare stand up for me.

I know you never intended to kidnap me.

And I know this is just
one huge fuck up for you.

Oh, yeah.

The fact remains
you were going to do this to your wife.

Kidnap her, tie her up, torture her,
abuse her, humiliate her!

[birds fluttering]

I don't know your wife
but I know that she doesn't deserve this.

Neither of us do.

How could you fuck that?

Eh?

How could you do that to me?

How could I not?

Look at you!

Look at what you're capable of.

Tying me up, putting me
in the boot of a car?

Your own wife!

What is this?

Was it a lesson?
Was it a lesson that I was meant to learn?

Why, so I don't go and have an affair?

Come home to you a changed woman?

Fuck you.

Fuck everything about you.

You'll never see me again.

I hope they lock you up
for a very long time.

The both of you.

You've got great
fucking reception in here.

Hello?

She called the police.

The police?

The police?

I'd say you've got about five minutes.

-We've got to get out of here.
-Let's fucking do this.

Everybody is staying right fucking here!

Do you not understand? She's called
the fucking police and left the line open.

[lover] We've gotta get out of here.

How the fuck did she get the phone
in the first fucking place anyway?

Oh, fuck off!
This is all your fucking fault!

We've got to get out of here,
I can't go to fucking prison!

Shut up! You weaselly little cunt!

Anyway actually, thinking about it,
why are you so worried anyway?

Because I've got loads of fucking drugs
on me, loads of fucking drugs.

I've got about five here in these pockets
and another five back in my fucking flat!

I'll fucking die in prison!

Fuck! Let me fucking go.

[suspenseful music playing]

Fucking assume the position,
you fucking bitch.

Get some of that inside ya.

Fucking slag.

[coughs]

That's fucking good shizzle.

[lover sobbing]

-Got my lighter?
-No.

Yeah, you have.

My lighter.

Fuck's sake.

[sirens wailing in distance]

Hello, hello.

You evil fucking bitch.

It's your fault I'm here,
it's all your fault.

Look at me!

I don't want to go to prison, I'm going
to be fucking arrested because of you!

I tell you what, though, if I go down,
my brother will fucking end you.

You are fucking dead, you bitch.

What are you talking about?

I'll give him all your names, all of them.
Every fucking one of ya.

I'll tell him where you live and he'll
fucking slit your throat, you dirty slag.

Do I know if my brother is a Family Man?

He is the Family Man. Funny, eh?

Want to talk torture with somebody,
he'll fucking show you, you prick!

Carries a lighter as well, uses it a lot.

Always got spare fuel
and he doesn't even fucking smoke!

Probably right about him.
Usually works for money.

But you send his little brother down,
youse are all fucking dead.

He'll work for free. He'll fucking
go to town on every one of you.

You're fucking dead, dead, dead!

Let's leave him before it's too late, eh?

This has got nothing to do with him.

What, his brother's
a Family Man, is he fuck.

He's a small time drug dealer who's been
porking my wife and he's gonna go to jail.

That's right. You're gonna go to jail
and they'll throw away the fucking key!

-Leave it!
-Don't you fucking start with me!

-[shouting indistinctly]
-[metallic banging]

[pole thuds]

[thuds]

[thuds]

[thuds]

[pole clanging]

That's the first threat I've heard today

I actually believed.

You killed him.

No.

You did.

Both of you.

[dramatic music pulsing]

[siren wailing]

[intense music playing]