Original subtitles

[music playing]

Happy birthday, son.

Yeah.

They were your fathers.

Hey, these aren't ordinary dice.

They're very special.

Watch.

Numbers 1, 2, or 3 means you can sit there and keep sulking,

but numbers 4, 5, and 6 means you

have to forget about all your circle friends

and make the most of the party.

Agreed?

Agreed?

Good.

Here we go.

It's settled.

You don't have any say in the matter.

YOUNG ROLAND: 5.

You go first.

Get on the raft.

No.

I said get on the raft, Matthew.

[music playing]

Come on, Matthew boy, it's easy.

No.

Mom, help.

Mom.

Oh, boy.

Hang on.

Help.

Stay calm.

I'm nearly there, sweetheart.

Give me your hand.

- Help. - Come on, Matthew.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand, boy.

Got you.

Hold on.

Hold on, Matthew.

Hold on.

[screams]

Matthew.

[screams]

Hey, you guys, dinner's ready.

Hello?

What are they doing out there?

They're playing with their toy soldiers.

Cute, huh?

They're a bit old for soldiers, aren't they?

Well, I thought dragging Jonathan down

the aisle might knock it out of him.

It did for a while, but recently, the best man's

had other ideas and I've been happily married

to the two of them ever since.

JONATHAN WHEATS: Up here, we have the outliers.

Down here we have the bad guys, the French.

And when the sun goes down, the bad guys

are going to sneak up towards the big guys

and kick the living daylights out of them.

French divisional assault on the Pratzen Heights,

Austerlitz, December the 2nd 1805.

December 2nd 1805.

I can't believe you still remember this garbage.

Well, I remember when this garbage used to take

up most of our weekends.

The old times have changed.

Now I've got more important things on my mind.

Like what?

Like Mary.

No.

Michelle?

Melissa?

Margaret?

You are turning into one big walking whoreman.

You know I can have her off the property by midnight.

You want to bet?

No, no.

I think you're taking on a huge responsibility.

It's a specialized job that requires

a very special person, Mary.

My name is Margaret.

Margaret.

Sorry.

What is he doing here?

Doesn't he ever give up?

He's just spinning the bull around the park.

God.

He was on first base by the appetizer and second base

by the time we got to the potatoes.

If he gets to dessert, he'll think he's on a home run.

We'll see about that.

You haven't heard the worst of it.

What?

She didn't drive.

Oh god.

[laughs]

Michael, I still say this is the dumbest game

you have ever come up with.

Beats bridge.

I've played this naked with baby oil.

Really?

OK, OK, it's my go.

Left hand green, left hand green, left hand green,

left hand green.

Left hand green.

Yes.

I'm going to go.

Jonathan.

[screams]

[laughs]

Thanks for a great evening.

Wish we didn't have to go. - Well then, don't.

Stay for another couple of drinks.

Oh, no, no, no.

It's almost midnight and I've got a big day tomorrow.

Bye.

There you go.

Are you sure you don't mind driving her home, Michael?

Not at all.

Oh, I almost forgot, if you two aren't doing anything

on the 26th, I have two tickets to "La boheme"

that I can't use.

"La boheme?"

Oh, you've got to be joking.

You shut up.

I won them at an agency raffle.

So how about it?

Thank you.

We'd love them.

Good.

Bye.

- What's "La boheme?" - It's a musical.

[music playing]

Ah shit.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Baby, it's only me.

Hi.

Listen, can you hold on?

I'll be right back.

I'm having a small problem.

[kids screaming]

OK, guys.

Cool it.

1, 2.

Hello?

Hello?

PA: Ladies and gentlemen, this evening's performance of "La

boheme" is about to begin.

Would you please take your seats?

[thunder]

When it rains, it pours.

Right, Mrs. Waterson?

[screeching tires]

[thunder]

Damn.

Damn, damn.

Damn, damn.

[water leaking]

God damn you, Jonathan.

When are we going to get a new roof?

Hi, it's Jonathan.

I'm at the opera house.

Where are you?

Oh, no. No.

No.

[thunder]

Surprise.

[screams]

Jesus Beth, can't take a joke.

[phone ringing]

ROLAND COPPING: Yes?

Oh, fine.

Thank you very much.

Good bye.

JUDGE: There's no doubt in my mind, Mrs. Wheats,

that you considered your life to be at risk.

And in extreme conditions, you acted with resourcefulness

and courage.

I only hope that the scars that you and your husband

now possess will heal as quickly as possible.

It is my opinion that the deceased was a tragic victim

of his own misguided judge, and it will be my recommendation

that no charges be laid against Elizabeth Mary Wheats

by the Department of Public Prosecutions.

And it is the finding of this inquest

that death occurred by accident.

You may stand down.

[knock on door]

Jonathan.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Yes?

Mrs. Wheats?

Yes.

Roland Copping, Carton Insurance.

Oh, yes, please.

Please come in.

My husbands' out back in the study.

Jonathan.

Sweetheart.

I'm busy, Beth.

BETH WHEATS: The insurance man is here.

All right, I'm coming.

Therapy?

Well, I guess you could call it that.

Do you mind if I, uh--

Hello.

Jonathan Wheats.

Roland Copping, Carton Insurance.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the painting.

It reminds me of my childhood.

Would you like to come into the lounge room and we can--

Certainly.

Absolutely.

Ah, little soldiers.

You know, I never really had much time for them myself.

They don't really do much, do they?

They just sort of stand there.

Can I get you a drink?

Beer, wine, whiskey?

Coke.

I think we can handle that.

Splendid.

Sounds new.

Yes, it is.

Well, I'll try not to take up too

much of your time, Mr. Wheats.

It's about your claims.

One for property damage, one for theft.

Damage, one sofa, video recorder,

CD player, lampshades, carpets, table, two broken cabinets.

Theft, one set of solid silver cutlery.

The only thing stolen?

Yes.

What a shame.

They're really fine-looking pieces, too.

Victorian?

They're Georgian.

They're our family heirloom.

Thief with taste, eh?

Well, that's a rare thing these days.

So is this the room where the guy, you know--

Yes.

Mr. Copping, the guy was a really good friend of ours

so I'd prefer not to discuss the subject in front of my wife.

It's been six months and our lives are just starting

to get back to normal, so.

Understood.

Please.

Mum's the word.

Mum's the word.

Thank you.

Everything seems to be in order.

The police have got their hands full, of course,

trying to trace the missing cutlery

and whoever was driving the getaway car.

But to be quite honest, I don't imagine there's

much chance of you seeing either of them again,

which is a bit of a shame, really.

Would you like to see anything else?

No, no, no.

I've taken up too much of your time already, Mr. Wheats.

I'll just get straight home and start processing the claim.

Which should take how long, Mr. Copping?

Oh, if all goes well, maybe two, three weeks.

So we'll be seeing you again?

Most definitely.

Well, would you like my card, just in case?

No, that's OK.

I've got that.

Of course, if you've got any other questions,

you can always call me at home on this number.

Fine.

No problem.

Excellent.

Well, goodnight.

Oh, thanks for the Coke.

What are you doing?

Remembering.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Beth?

Come into the dining room.

What?

Come over here and sit down.

What are you doing?

- Sit. - What's going on?

Fun.

Remember when we used to have fun?

Oh really?

And I have an even bigger surprise.

Why do you want to do this?

Because Michael would have.

It's been seven months, Jonathan,

and it's time we let it go.

So let's do it with a bang.

Let's do something he'd be proud of.

For one night in our lives, let's think with out dicks.

[music playing]

[laughing]

[knock on door]

Shit.

Good evening, Jonathan.

Hello, Beth.

Sorry about the hour.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No, not at all.

I actually need to run a few details

pass Beth, if that's all right.

At 10 o'clock at night?

No Mr. Copping, to be perfectly honest, that's not all right.

Don't you think business hours would be a better

time to discuss details?

I am interrupting something, aren't I?

Um, well look, if you could just spare me a couple of minutes,

I could get rid of these questions

and I'll probably be out of your hair for good.

I don't think I have anything to say that I

haven't said 100 times already.

If you have any questions, I suggest

you read the police report.

I think I'll come back tomorrow.

That's a good idea.

Oh, for God's sake.

No.

Let's just get this over with.

Thank you.

Shouldn't be just a couple of minutes.

Now about this accomplice, when approximately

did you hear the getaway car driving off?

I mean, what time?

I don't remember exactly.

It was the neighbor's who reported that.

I was too busy trying to get to the opera.

So we'll assume whoever this accomplice was saw you

guys inside and waited around in the hope that Michael would

get wise and come out, heard the first scream

and then just took off.

No I recall it took off just after I entered the front door.

I can't tell you the exact time.

You do remember now?

No, I don't remember.

So do you recall?

I don't know why you're--

Well, what do I take as fact, Beth, recall or remember?

Did you identify a driver?

No, Mr. Copping, please.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's an old habit I picked up from my father.

He was a warrior.

These were his quintets.

It's very old.

You see how they shine?

It's always said that in the right hands,

they would become transparent, the numbers

would just melt together.

It can do wonderful things.

Mr. Copping, what are you talking about?

My dice.

Well, they're very nice dice, but I don't see what relevance

they have to your being here.

What relevance.

1 to 3 says we continue our discussion now.

4 to 6 says I return tomorrow.

Very well, Mr. Wheats.

I shall return tomorrow.

I'll make sure I'm in.

Now just hold on a minute.

Goodness me, look at the time.

Doesn't it fly when you're having fun?

Mr. Copping, if you have any questions,

I'd suggest you ask them now.

What, have either of you seen this fork before?

Yes, it's ours.

I mean, it looks like ours.

Where did you get this?

These things turn up.

Jonathan?

Well, I'll leave it with you, shall I?

Till morning, when I return for the search.

What?

Well, new evidence requires a new search, Beth.

Boring, I know.

But it is standard company policy, I can assure you.

Don't worry, I'll see myself out.

Good night.

Well, at least we know what happened to Rosemary's baby.

What the hell is going on around here?

The guy was here to assess the damage to the table,

not to play Yahtzee on it.

Jesus Christ.

If you think I'm going to let that nutcase

tear apart my house, then--

Sorry, Beth, but that eye was going to bother me all night.

Good night, again.

Goddamn it.

Don't you dare walk out on this.

Jonathan, you get your ass back in here.

1 elephant, 2 elephants, 3 goddamn elephants.

[chomping]

Do you mind?

I'm creating.

You know, we spent all morning at school

today making these cities out of egg cartons.

[choking noise]

I didn't know what to say then.

So I said, well, maybe one or two trees

grow, and then Ed decided to tell

him the truth about Christmas.

[choking noises]

And that they couldn't grow any trees because

of the yellow goop, anyway.

He said, well, what happens at Christmas time.

This is why I was asking him what the matter was.

And I saw in the corner a little [inaudible]

Jonathan?

[screams]

Hi, there.

I'm sorry.

It's just that man gives me the creeps.

[knock on door]

I'll get it.

Rise and shine.

Jonathan, top of the morning to you.

You're early.

You're late.

Oh Christ.

Just let me have a shower and you

can unleash the sniffer dogs.

That won't be necessary.

I have decided to approve your claim immediately.

That's great.

How come?

Simple, really.

Just me tracing the steps.

Michael Allen, he breaks into his best friend's house,

and having just removed the first [inaudible] goods,

he finds himself trapped inside by the unexpected arrival

of the now missing [inaudible] owner, Mrs. Beth Wheats.

Realizing that the game's up, he decides on a bit of fun.

So wielding the old Sunday roast karma,

he takes the joke a little bit too far, as usual.

His reward, oh dear, a six inch crossbow

bolt right through the heart.

And the mystery accomplice does not speed off

into the night with the goods.

What are you talking about?

Well, the mystery accomplice stands patiently

outside the opera house, awaiting the arrival

of his faithful wife.

What?

What are you insinuating?

I'm not insinuating anything, Johnny old boy.

I'm stating a fact.

Your husband, Mrs. Wheats, is the mystery accomplice.

Get out.

Let's not get overexcited here, Johnny boy.

Let's discuss this like gentlemen.

Get out.

Don't make things any worse for yourself.

I dropped my--

Out.

You forgot this.

Well, goody.

I'll swap it.

The fork I gave you last night was a very good copy.

This one, though, is for real.

You shouldn't have checked your hiding spot, Jonathan.

What?

Jonathan?

[music playing]

What the hell is going on?

Talk to me.

Close the door.

Jonathan?

It's so simple.

You spend half your life drowning in interest rates,

dishing out stupid premiums and up to your hilt in mortgages.

Then one day you come home after going out to dinner.

The house has been stripped, and whamo, you can buy the new car.

It's simple.

Everybody does it.

Nothing could go wrong.

Except you coming home.

If it was all so goddamn simple,

why didn't you just tell me?

How many--

Look, I didn't have a choice.

He started putting words in my mouth,

insurance claim, the accomplice, the getaway car.

I mean, what-- what getaway car?

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything at all.

I understand why you and Michael did it.

I understand why you played along.

But I don't understand why you didn't tell me.

Well, what difference does it make now?

Whether it's fraud or perjury or manslaughter,

I'm going to go to jail.

Call him.

Let's hear what he has to say.

[music playing]

[dogs barking]

[dogs barking]

NEIGHBOR: Dang it.

[yelling]

Ronald Copping.

JONATHAN WHEATS [ON PHONE]: Hello, it's Jonathan Wheats.

Yes, Jonathan.

I think we have to talk.

Would you like to come to my house?

Oh, I'd love to.

Shall we say 10:00 AM?

JONATHAN WHEATS [ON PHONE]: That'll be fine.

Excellent.

Well, I'll see you then.

OK, Cesar, 1 to 3 says they'll play.

2, 3, 4, 5.

I think I'll have another hotel on Mayfair,

and just a little bit of cash for the [inaudible]

Come on, Beth.

Your go.

Your go, Beth.

5.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Oh, dear.

Do not pass go.

Do not collect 200 pounds.

Go directly to jail.

What do you want?

[MUSIC PLAYING - "I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN"]

[SINGING] I've got you under my skin.

I've got you deep in the heart of me.

So deep in my heart.

You really bother me.

I've got you under my skin.

I tried so not to give in.

I said to myself, this affair never will go so well.

But why should I try to resist when, darling, I know so well,

I've got you under my skin.

See, I'd sacrifice anything, come what might for the sake

of having you near, in spite of a warning

voice that comes in the night and repeats

and repeats in my ear.

Don't you know, little fool, you never can win.

Use your mentality.

Wake up to reality.

But each time I do, just the thought of you

makes me stop before I begin because I've

got you under my skin.

You're not going to count it?

Oh, I don't think there's any need.

If you're short, I'll be the first to let you know.

Look, I'm sorry about all these mucky dealings, you know,

but in the great card game of life--

Get out.

It has been a pleasure.

Hope to see you again soon.

Don't hold your breath.

[whistling]

3 to 5 says I leave them alone.

1, 2.

Welcome back, Beth.

Thanks, gang.

It's good to be back.

You have me walking my cat.

I'm looking very tall there, aren't I?

That's great.

Jenny, is that me on a beach?

Did we collect shells on that beach?

Yes.

Yup. Well done.

That's a beautiful one.

And Ethan, where did you have me go on my holiday?

Is that a ski resort?

No?

[whispering]

It's a car accident.

Well, you are far off.

Hey, you all right?

Jonathan?

I know.

I know.

Just hang on a minute.

I'm coming to get you.

I want to set, the whole set.

And this.

All right, that's enough.

First time was fair.

You've got your money.

This is straight blackmail.

I'm not going to stand for it.

I'm going to go to the police.

Oh, really?

Well, right here, there's the telephone.

Go on, call the police.

Can I have my cutlery now, please?

No.

Give him the silverware, Jonathan.

No.

Give him the silverware.

Like hell I will.

All right, now Let's get one thing quite clear.

You're not going to get anything else out of me.

Well, it has been a pleasure doing business with you

both again.

Oh, probably not a good time, Beth,

but I'd like to lend you these to help

out with your paintings.

Get out.

[music playing - "de-lovely"]

[SINGING] The night is young.

The skies are clear.

And if you want to go walking, dear, it's delightful.

It's delicious.

It's delovely.

He's not going to stop.

Oh, yes he is.

He's going to take everything we own.

He wouldn't dare.

[SINGING] It's delicious.

It's delovely.

You can tell at a glacne what a swell

night htis is for romance.

You can hear, hear mother nature murmuring.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Oh, I am sorry.

I knocked earlier and nobody answered.

Well, we were probably in the shower.

Can I help you?

I'm from Copping Insurance.

Roland Copping sent me down to do the valuation you requested?

Get away.

Get away from my car.

Get away from my car.

[SINGING] It's delovely.

You can tell at a glance what a swell night it is for romance.

The car is next, fine.

I don't mine handing over the lease.

While he's at it, he might as well pick

up the mortgage on the house.

[yelling]

Why?

Why is he doing this to us?

[sobbing]

This has got to stop.

I can't take this anymore.

ROLAND COPPING: You know, the most honest and unique

period of life is childhood.

I mean, the only way that child is going to learn that jumping

off the monkey bar is going to hurt him is by taking

the chance and jumping off the monkey bar, which I suppose

makes children the biggest gamblers of all.

Still, doesn't last forever.

Kids grow up, don't they?

What you want, Roland?

Whatever it is, just ask.

But please, leave my wife out.

I'll tell you what we're going to do.

We're going to roll the dice.

Now, if it lands on a 1, 2, or 3,

you get to walk out of here Scot-free.

And by that, I promise, cross my heart, hope to die,

you'll never, ever hear from me again.

But if it lands on a 4, 5, or 6, you get

to be my slave for one hour.

And by that, I mean you have to do exactly

as I tell you for 60 minutes.

Fair?

Here, you roll.

You're out of your mind.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, is Mr. Wall there, please?

No.

Is Mrs. Wall there?

No.

Are there any Walls there?

Hey, listen, you've got a major wrong number.

This is a telephone box in the middle of nowhere.

Oh.

So there aren't any walls there?

I'm afraid not.

Well, you'd better get out quick because the roof's

falling down.

Na, na, na, na.

[inaudible] I fooled you.

[laughs]

Oh my god.

My god.

[non-english speech]

Oh, shit.

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Ah, Betty old girl.

What's cooking good looking?

What do you want?

Oh, lots of money would be nice.

Sorry, we're out.

Antique cutlery?

No.

Then I suppose dinner is out of the question.

Listen, you asshole.

May I speak to Jonathan, please?

No.

You can speak to me.

What is it you want?

A car, Beth.

I'm sick of mine.

Which car, Roland?

Both of them.

OK.

Here's what we're going to do.

I'm going to pretend I never got this call.

I'm going to hang up the phone.

I'm going to go back to work.

And I am going to attempt to lead a normal life.

I'm calling your bluff, Mr. Copping.

Somebody has to draw the line around here somewhere,

and I guess it's going to have to be me, because I'm

damned if I'm going to sit back and let

you destroy my marriage.

Am I to understand that this round is between you

and I, Beth?

[click]

It's a beautiful day.

SPEAKER [ON TAPE]: I enjoy my work.

It's very challenging.

I enjoy my work.

It's very challenging.

SPEAKER [ON TAPE]: I won't get angry today.

Let's not jump to any conclusions.

Mrs. Wheats.

Mrs. Wheats.

Excuse me.

Detective.

How are you today?

Not bad.

What can I do for you?

Is Mr. Wheats inside?

No.

No, he's not.

Oh, well, he said he wanted us to meet him here.

Oh, really? Why?

Your crossbow.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like this.

Oh, it's all right.

Mrs. Wheats, I don't quite understand what's going on.

You see, your husband phoned us this morning

and asked us to bring this back here.

Well, I wish he called me.

It's all right.

Shall we move in there?

Thank you.

So how is your investigation going?

Nothing new, I'm frankly.

No leads at all, as a matter of fact.

You see, stolen goods of this nature

are always the most difficult kind.

And well, your things being solid silver

and all, well, I wouldn't take any bets on them

turning up in a pawn shop.

As sad as this must be to hear, I'm

afraid we're just going to have to say

good bye to your silverware, which is a great shame, I know.

It was a beautiful set.

Yes.

From what your husband tells me, impossible to replace.

No.

I mean, yes.

I'm not sure--

[vomit noise]

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

I am so sorry.

Quick, into the kitchen.

I'll get some towels.

[laughs]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

I am so sorry.

Don't worry about it, Mrs. Wheats.

It's just that whenever I think of the silverware,

I throw up.

I'll get some disinfectant.

[laughs]

[laughs]

Hi, Wendy, it's Beth Wheats.

Is Jonathan there?

What do you mean he took the afternoon off?

[music playing]

[background laughter]

[background laughter]

[circus music playing]

[screams]

Oh, shit.

Oops.

[screams]

Have we had a visitor, Cesar?

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

Jonathan?

Deck the hall with bells of holly, tra la la la la la.

Hello, Beth.

You pout your tree out early this year?

At least you don't have to eat with your fingers anymore.

What is the matter with you?

Are you completely insane?

What more do you want from us?

Oh, the holiday in Tahiti.

The house in the country.

But for the moment, I'd be content with the BMW.

Where's Jonathan?

ROLAND COPPING: Afternoon, [inaudible]

Beth. Hi, honey.

I'm home.

Did you have a good day?

Oh yes, yes I did.

Two police turned up with their crossbow,

and your silverware was hung out to dry on a Christmas tree.

Jesus, what happened to you?

And why weren't you at the office?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been on a little field trip.

And if I do say so myself, I think I've struck gold.

Everyone's got an Achilles heel, and

Roland Copping's got a whopper.

Did you hear me?

Hello?

He sent the police over this afternoon.

He set us up.

I almost got arrested, and then I threw up on them.

Good girl.

I should have thought about this earlier.

The first day he came in here, he gave us his card,

which said please call home.

He doesn't have an office.

He only works from home.

It was like an invitation, and it's there.

It's all there.

Where's the mobile phone?

Listen to you.

You sound like a madman.

What the hell is going on?

I don't have time to explain.

I'll tell you everything when I'm set up.

Jonathan, tell me now.

I found a hole, Beth, a hole.

I went there today, to his house.

I followed him.

There might be a way out.

There's a chance that we can turn the tables,

but we have to play him at his own game.

That's it, isn't it?

Whether it's playing with toy soldiers

or ripping off insurance companies,

it's all just a game.

But it's his game, and at the moment, we're losing.

Get out of my way.

1 elephant, 2 elephants, 3 elephants, 4.

I've had enough.

I don't want to play anymore.

So what are the options?

We can go to the police and maybe spend, what, the next 10

years in jail, or we can give him

everything and let him suck us completely dry,

or we can fight.

We play or we pay.

And I can win.

Just 48 hours, that's all I need.

Just two days and this whole thing will be over.

Two days, huh?

Two days to win this one and it will all be over?

Oh, really?

And then what?

What happens next?

Another insurance claim?

Or is that too small now?

How about insider trading?

Does that sound attractive?

Where does it stop, Jonathan?

Please.

I can't do this on my own.

[beeping]

Hello, Roland.

Jonathan?

I've always had a soft spot for German craftsmanship.

Fear not.

She'll have a good, safe home.

Oh, I took out a cover note this morning,

just in case you decided to cancel the insurance.

[music playing]

What the?

[screeching tires]

[laughs]

Last chance, Jonathan.

[phone ringing]

Roland Copping.

We have to talk.

Is that you, Beth?

Yes.

Fine.

Well, when would you like to get together?

How about tonight?

Tonight?

Is that a problem?

No.

It's not a problem.

It's not a problem at all.

[orchestra music playing]

See you next year, Mr. Copping.

I really am very pleased you came to my party, Beth.

Is anybody else coming?

No.

I know you didn't know it was my birthday,

so I don't expect a present.

But I would like to give you one.

If you really want to give us a present,

stop what you're doing.

My life is falling apart.

My husband thinks it's all some kind of weird game.

So here's the deal.

You can have the house.

You can have the car.

You can have everything.

I don't want it anymore.

And in return, you let us go.

I wish it were that simple, Beth.

But the choice isn't mine.

You know, choice is a wonderful thing, but too much of it

can lead to hesitation, and he who hesitates

loses his parking space.

So you have to find that middle ground.

[inaudible] 6.

Oh, for God's sake, cut it out.

I can't.

Well, I can.

You can hurt me anymore, Roland.

You can't take anything more away from me, because I

have nothing left to give you.

I don't care what number your goddamn dice rolls because I

don't give a shit anymore.

Happy birthday, Roland.

And in a really weird way, thank you.

Where are you going?

4 to 6 and I call Jonathan.

[phone ringing]

Beth, have you got them?

Yes, I have them.

Good girl. Where are you?

I'm in a phone booth.

OK, now go.

Get out of there, as quick as you can.

Right.

JONATHAN WHEATS [ON PHONE]: Hey, love you.

Wait.

Give me back my dice.

[MUMBLED] Jonathan.

What's the matter?

[inaudible]

No, she's at her favorite uncle's.

Hello, John, John.

Roland, where's Beth?

Oh, I'm sure she'd love to speak to you,

but she's a little bit tied up at the moment.

As to her whereabouts, I think you'll find her at my house.

And I'd get over here pretty quickly, if I were you,

before she gets added to one of my collections.

She's got nothing to do with it, Roland.

Leave her out of it.

Oh, but she's been stealing, Jonathan.

And all little girls who steal deserve a good spanking.

I gather you're up to something.

Where, may I ask, are you?

Over here.

Good evening, Jonathan.

[alarm sounding]

Here, pass you a piece of watermelon.

Another step closer and she never rides a bike again.

Very, very clever, Johnny.

But you've really overstepped your mark this time.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, wouldn't I?

No doubt about it, you're very good.

Probably the best yet.

But you've got to think ahead.

You've got to learn three-dimensional thinking.

3, 3, 3.

[beeping]

3, 3, 3.

[beeping]

3.

That's right, your home number.

If I dial the last three, the phone will ring, correct?

Yes.

Let's go for a walk.

I want to show you something.

No tricks.

You've got a gun.

Just come and take a look at something.

Come on.

Indulge me.

OK.

But remember, the future halves of your wife are at stake.

What are you up to?

A surprise.

You like surprises, don't you?

Very much.

You had me a little worried.

You worked a little quicker than I had anticipated.

I might have had you over a barrel.

You shouldn't have relied on your wife.

Women are inconsistent.

That's why I never married.

Do this, do that.

I just avoided the problem.

Surely you understand that, Jonathan.

The perfect bachelor, a life devoted to--

Matthew?

Matthew?

Oh my god, Matthew.

What have they done to you?

No worries, Matthew.

All I have to do is to press the redial button,

the phone will ring, set off the answering machine, and smash.

Matthew has to swim again.

I'm serious, Roland.

You bastard.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Let's go upstairs.

Come on.

How could you?

He's a quadriplegic.

He can't even speak.

Oh really?

I thought he had a lot to say.

He told me all about your father, the war hero, the man

who died in action, or was it just the man

who didn't want to come home?

He told me all about his present state of health.

achieved whilst trying to humor his brother with the roll

of a silly, little dice.

And the dice, given as an afterthought

to a spoiled, unpopular, little brat because nobody

turned up to his party.

So what happens now?

I'll tell you what we're going to do.

We're going to roll for it.

Numbers 1, 3, and 5, Beth and I walk away from here.

2, 4, and 6?

50/50 odds.

That's quite a gamble, Jonathan.

I'm prepared to take it.

You roll.

Bad luck, Roland.

You lose.

Like hell I did.

[music playing]

So long, Beth.

It's been a pleasure having you.

[laughs]

Surprise.

You vicious son of a bitch.

[beeping]

This is for me.

And this is for my brother.

[beeping]

[phone ringing]

[music playing]

What are you doing?

I'm calling the police.

No.

I am calling the police.

Help.

[laughs]

[sirens]

[laughs]

[music playing]