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- ( machinery humming ) - ( water spraying )

( instrumental music playing )

( man singing in Italian )

( doors clang )

( wheezing )

( choking )

- ( zips ) - ( choking continues )

( clicks )

( clicking )

( muffled screaming )

- ( changes station ) - ♪ Look, my fans have nine-to-fives... ♪

- ( engine revving ) - ♪ Your fans are nine and five ♪

♪ My fans miss real hip-hop from '95 ♪

- ♪ My fans like music they feel inside... ♪ - ( phone ringing )

♪ Your fans don't feel, they conceal and hide ♪

♪ My fans hear truth that's revealed inside ♪

- ♪ Your fans head-nod to appealing lies... ♪ - ( beeps )

♪ Enough comparisons, ain't no comparing 'em, my fans are parents... ♪

- WHOA! - ( tires screeching )

SHIT!

- ( crashes ) - ( music slows, stops )

( hissing )

OH, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS.

( groans ) FUCKING HELL.

OH FUCK.

( groans ) OOH.

OH.

( laughs )

SMILE.

WRITE-OFF.

( rings )

YOU'RE DAMN FUCKING RIGHT HE WON'T DO IT AGAIN.

( weapons firing in game )

ALL RIGHT? ENJOYING THAT?

- FUCKING HELL. - YOU MESS WITH MY STUFF AND I'LL MESS WITH YOURS.

- Woman: PETER, HE'S MY S-- - I ASK YOU TO JOIN THIS CONVERSATION?

- GET UP. UP. - ( clinks )

- PETER. - YOU ASKED ME TO DEAL WITH IT,

- SO I'M DEALING WITH IT. COME ON, YOU. - MOM.

( mockingly ) "MOM, MOM." MOVE.

GET IN.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN HERE?

- ( club clatters ) - DARTS?

BUSINESS.

YOU AND ME, WE'RE GONNA TALK BUSINESS.

( darts clatter )

VERY GOOD FOR MENTAL ARITHMETIC IS DARTS.

COME HERE.

- HOW'S YOUR MATHS, SON? - I AIN'T YOUR SON, PETER.

NO, BUT YOU ARE MY PROBLEM.

( breathes deeply )

GO.

( thudding )

MERCEDES BENZ C CLASS, £61,000,

MINUS ONE XBOX, £150, EQUALS?

- I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. - EQUALS?

SHIT ME!

UH UH, 20 THOUSA--

60-- 60,850.

CALL IT 60. MINIMUM WAGE, 18 TO 21 YEARS OLDS IS?

FUCKING £10 AN HOUR.

( laughs )

YOU WISH. £4.98. WE'LL CALL IT FOUR.

FOUR YEARS AT MINIMUM WAGE, EIGHT HOURS A DAY.

THAT'S HOW LONG IT'S GONNA TAKE YOU

- TO PAY ME FUCKING BACK. - ( thudding )

I WOULDN'T GET FOUR YEARS IF THEY NICKED ME FOR IT, YOU KNOW.

LIKE I SAID, YOU'RE MY PROBLEM, NOT THEIRS.

YEAH, THAT'S ONLY 'CAUSE YOU DON'T

WANT THE FEDS SNIFFING AROUND YOUR BUSINESS, INNIT?

INNIT?

NOW WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT MY BUSINESS?

HMM?

HMM?

( phone ringing )

- ( beeps ) - YEAH?

OTHER PHONE. OTHER PHONE.

( beeps )

- ( rings, beeps ) - YEAH?

DO YOU KNOW WHO'S DOING THIS?

ALL RIGHT, CALM DOWN. I SAID CALM DOWN.

YEAH, GO ON. FUCK OFF, YOU, YOU FUCKING BULLY.

( door closes )

( Peter speaking softly )

( mockingly ) DO YOU KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN HERE, SON?

- ( clatters ) - FUCKING BUSINESS.

WHAT A TIT-HEAD.

- ( whirrs ) - OH FUCKING HELL.

- ( exasperated sigh ) - ( keyboard clicking )

OH, YOU DIRTY BASTARD.

- ( thudding ) - OH MY FUCKING GOD.

- ( door closes ) - SHIT.

COME ON.

COME ON, YOU FUCKING THING.

( thudding )

- YOU STILL HERE? - YEAH.

YOU DIDN'T SAY IF WE'RE FINISHED OR NOT.

SHOULD PROBABLY START PAYING YOU BACK TODAY--

FOUR YEARS AND THAT.

SO I COULD MOW THE LAWN FOR YOU IF YOU WANT.

- GARDNER'S BEEN. - OH YEAH.

AND DON'T SAY YOU'LL WASH THE FUCKING CAR.

DON'T WORRY. I'LL FIND SOMETHING FOR YOU TO DO. ( sighs )

GO.

( door opens, closes )

( metal clatters )

( boy mutters )

IT'S A SHIT JOB, ISN'T IT?

I'VE GOT SOMETHING BETTER FOR YOU TOMORROW.

OH, DON'T FUCKING TELL ME-- THE SEPTIC TANK?

COME HERE.

( sniffles )

I'VE BEEN THINKING

ABOUT THE CONVERSATION WE HAD EARLIER.

I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT.

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE MORE RESPONSIBILITY.

A GUY I KNOW NEEDS A DRIVER.

OKAY.

- COOL. - INTEREST YOU?

MMM. WHY, WHAT'S HE DRIVE?

DIFFERENT JOBS, DIFFERENT CARS.

HIS NAME'S ROY.

YOU'LL MEET HIM TOMORROW MORNING AT 6:00.

- 6:00?! - THERE'S ALWAYS THE SEPTIC TANK.

OKAY, RIGHT. YUP.

I'LL BE THERE.

GOOD.

NOW LISTEN, UH...

LET'S KEEP THIS TO OURSELVES, EH? JUST YOU AND ME.

I'LL SORT OUT YOUR MOM. DON'T WORRY.

- LUNCH MONEY. - ( rustles )

AND, ADAM...

DON'T FUCK THIS UP.

( exhales sharply )

( mutters ) FUCKING H...

( dog barks )

( clocks ticking )

( groaning )

( kisses )

( rhythmic thudding )

( sighs )

( Peter breathing heavily )

( thudding stops )

( loud thudding resumes )

( whispers ) FUCKING HELL.

( clocks ringing )

Man on radio: Dominating the headlines this morning

the story of another victim in what the press have dubbed

"The Handyman Murders."

- just north of Newcastle late last night... - ( plastic rustles )

ANYTHING ELSE?

( register beeping )

( ticking )

9.38 PLEASE.

( car approaches )

( engine stops )

( plastic rustles )

( sighs )

( taps )

ROY, YEAH?

THAT'S THE LAST TIME I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY MY NAME.

OKAY.

WHAT DO I CALL YOU INSTEAD THEN? RAY?

NOPE.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH RAY? IT'S NOT YOUR NAME.

AH. RAY, ROY--

IT'S TOO SIMILAR. TOO EASY.

SO HOW DO I ATTRACT YOUR ATTENTION?

WELL, IT'S JUST ME AND YOU IN THE CAR. I'LL ASSUME YOU'RE TALKING TO ME.

OKAY, SO WE GO TO THE SERVICES FOR A BITE TO EAT

I SEE A TRUCK NEARLY RUN YOU OVER. WHAT DO I CALL YOU THEN?

JUST SHOUT, "OI."

YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOU "OI"?

- NO, OKAY, YEAH. - ( papers rustling )

ROY, OI.

FAIR ENOUGH. KEYS?

OH-HO. RIGHT, I'M ONTO IT.

( mutters ) COME ON, YOU FUCKING...

( engine sputtering )

YOU SHOULD'VE LET ME PICK YOU ONE, MAN.

COULD'VE GOT YOU SOMETHING MUCH COOLER THAN THIS THING.

- ( engine starts ) - THERE WE GO.

( engine revving )

SO WHERE WE OFF TO?

A14, A1.

OKAY, I'LL JUST NEED A POSTCODE. LET'S GET THE SAT-NAV.

A14 WEST, A1 NORTH.

I'LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN WE GET THERE.

- ( clicks ) - ( groans )

( birds chirping )

DO YOU MIND IF I STICK THE RADIO ON, MATE?

- WHERE IS IT? - ( clicks, tunes )

Man on radio: Police in Northumberland have released information

regarding the discovery of a body on the A1.

- OH, THE A1. BOOM. - They believe the victim is linked

to a string of murders that have been happening...

- UH, TESTING. - WHICH MEANS?

WHICH MEANS WE'LL HAVE TO START TALKING LIKE THIS, PET!

( laughing )

WHICH MEANS COPS.

OH YEAH, 'CAUSE OF THAT, UM...

HANDYMAN FELLA.

IT'S ALL OVER THE NEWS, ISN'T IT?

( briefcase clicks )

WHAT'S THAT YOU'RE READING THEN?

OOH, A SPEECH.

IS THAT WHAT YOU DO THEN, IS IT? MAKE SPEECHES?

I FIT KITCHENS.

YOU'RE MAKING A SPEECH ABOUT FITTING KITCHENS?

IT'S A LONG JOURNEY, MAN. I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE CONVERSATION.

( unzips )

- ( men singing in Spanish ) - ( Latin music playing )

( strikes )

( breathes deeply )

( clicking )

( hip-hop music overlapping )

♪ Braggin' five, did he mention that he borrowed 10? ♪

♪ Plus his whip is due back in at 9:00 a.m. ♪

♪ And his chain and his girl's got a time on them ♪

♪ Shine divided, aligned with the mirrors ♪

♪ Multiplied was the light and the prism did the blinding ♪

♪ Illusion was bright but his mind's not a diamond ♪

♪ But mine is, I sight him, I couldn't wrong or right him ♪

♪ I lie with the lions and he's sky-high and signed ♪

♪ Defining a genre that's changing with time ♪

♪ Declining a culture, its roots undermined ♪

♪ I'd rather insult them than move with the tides ♪

- ♪ I'm rude with the mic... ♪ - OI!

- ( Latin music playing ) - I CAN DRIVE WITH THEM IN.

- TURN IT OFF. - IT'S ONLY MUSIC.

- WIND YOUR WINDOW DOWN. - WHAT?

WIND YOUR WINDOW DOWN!

( whirrs )

YOU GOT THAT SWITCHED ON, THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU ARE.

- IT WAS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT. - WELL, IT'S YOU OR THE PHONE. IT'S YOUR CHOICE.

OKAY. CAN I KEEP THE HEADPHONES?

( clatters )

( whirring )

500 FUCKING QUID.

STOP HERE.

- ( engine stops ) - ( parking brake clicks )

( sheep bleating )

- DO YOU NEED ANY BACKUP? - NOT TO EAT MY LUNCH.

- YOU WANT SOME? - NAH.

OH, GO ON THEN.

OH MAN.

- IT'S MOLDY! - IT'S CHEESE.

I DON'T THINK I'LL BE OUT HERE AGAIN.

WELL, YOU NEVER KNOW WITH YOUR JOB.

NO, I'M DONE.

RETIRING?

MY DAUGHTER'S GETTING MARRIED.

YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A WEDDING COSTS THESE DAYS?

I THOUGHT WE MIGHT BE ON TO SOMETHING.

- OH YEAH? - YEAH.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO FIT KITCHENS.

( laughs )

WELL, IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THE SAME THING.

DETAILS. THERE'S YOUR D.N.A.

I KNEW A GUY ONCE,

HE GOT HIRED ON FOR A JOB.

IT SHOULD'VE BEEN A SIMPLE JOB,

BUT AT A TENSE MOMENT, HE LICKED HIS LIPS.

- THAT'S ALL IT TOOK. - ( gunshot )

THEY GOT HIS D.N.A. FROM SALIVA ON HIS SKI MASK.

WITH THAT, THEY COULD PUT HIM AT THE JOB.

AND IF THEY COULD PUT HIM AT THE JOB, THEN THEY COULD PUT OTHER PEOPLE AT THE JOB.

- SO THAT WAS THAT. - WHAT, THEY DID HIM IN?

Roy: WHAT I'M SAYING IS

FOR A GUY TO GET ALONG IN THIS WORLD,

HE HAS TO BE VERY VERY CAREFUL.

- SAME GOES WITH YOUR DAD. - NO, HE'S NOT MY DAD.

WHAT DO YOU CALL HIM THEN? THE GUY THAT SCREWS YOUR MOM?

( door closes )

( gas hissing )

( whimpers )

- ( sizzles ) - ( breathing heavily )

FUCK.

AH!

- ( engine stops ) - ( parking brake clicks )

( clicks )

( clicks )

( clangs )

( door opens )

ARE YOU GONNA TELL ME WHAT WE'RE UP TO?

- RIGHT, YOU CAN STAY HERE. - OH MAN.

YOU KEEP AN EYE OUT. ALL RIGHT?

IF SOMEONE COMES ALONG, PRETEND YOU'RE WALKING YOUR DOG.

- ALL RIGHT? SHOUT "ROVER." - ROVER?

YEAH. WHAT?

IT'S JUST NOT VERY BELIEVABLE,

GUY LIKE ME WITH A DOG CALLED ROVER.

ALL RIGHT, YOU CHOOSE A NAME.

PSYCHO.

PSYCHO.

YEAH, MATE OF MINE IN SINFIN CALLS HIS STAFF THAT.

IT'S A DETAIL.

RIGHT.

- RIGHT. YOU JUST KEEP A LOOKOUT. SHIT! - ( door opens )

YOU AIN'T GONNA DO MUCH DAMAGE WITH THAT, ARE YA?

( crying )

- ( footsteps ) - ( branch snaps )

( gunshot )

MR. EGLITIS? I APPRECIATE THAT YOU'RE SCARED.

- Eglitis: DO NOT COME IN! - RIGHT.

I'M GONNA PUT SOMETHING THROUGH THE DOOR.

- I'M NEWCASTLE POLICE. - IT'S NOT ME YOU WANT!

Roy: WE KNOW YOUR LIFE'S BEEN THREATENED.

WE THINK YOU MIGHT BE #4, DANIL.

CAN I CALL YOU DANIL?

THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.

WE WANT TO TAKE YOU INTO PROTECTIVE CUSTODY.

WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT AND TALK TO ME?

( footsteps )

( branch snaps )

YOU ALL RIGHT?

ARE WE GOOD?

CAN I STAND UP NOW?

NOW THE CAR IS PARKED UP THERE ON THE TRACK.

DO WANNA WALK WITH ME, OR DO YOU WANNA WAIT HERE AND I'LL GO FETCH IT?

I'LL WALK.

( faint rustling )

- PSYCHO! - YOU'RE NOT COP.

- PSYCHO! - ( grunts, thuds )

OH!

- HOW MANY? - ( stammers ) EH?

- HOW MANY WERE THERE? - UH...

- YOU DID SEE SOMEONE, RIGHT? - I THOUGHT SO.

GET THE CAR.

- ARE YOU GONNA DO HIM IN? - GET THE FUCKING CAR!

- ( engine stops ) - ( parking brake clicks )

HEY, SORRY ABOUT THE FALSE ALARM.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

IT'S PROBABLY BETTER TO BE A LITTLE BIT FURTHER OFF THE TRACK.

( clanging )

( unzips )

GIVE US A GO?

"GIVE US A GO"?

YEAH, WHEN YA...

CAN I...

COULD BE THE ONLY CHANCE I EVER GET.

- HERE. - WHAT ABOUT THE GUN?

- HE DOESN'T USE ONE. - HE DOES.

DID.

NO. NO, NOT HIM.

YOU CUT IT OFF, RIGHT?

YOU CUT IT OFF RIGHT HERE.

- YOU? - ME WHAT?

- YOU'RE THE HANDYMAN? - WHAT?

NO! NO NO NO NO NO.

NO NO, HE'S SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE JUST ANOTHER VICTIM,

YOU KNOW, SO IT DOESN'T GET TRACED BACK TO ME.

( breathes deeply )

SO JUST HERE. ALL RIGHT?

ON YOU GO.

( sniffles )

SEE ON HIS HAND? LOOK, IT SAYS "MATE."

Roy: NO, IT DOESN'T SAY "MATE."

IT SAYS "MOM" AND "DAD" IN LATVIAN.

- LATVIAN? - THAT'S WHAT THEY SPEAK IN LATVIA.

ARE YOU GONNA DO THIS OR WHAT?

( breathing heavily )

TRY NOT TO LOOK IN HIS EYES,

SO YOU DON'T IDENTIFY WITH HIM.

WELL, IT'S A BIT ODD NOT TO.

WELL...

( sighs )

THINK...

OF SOMETHING THAT YOU HATE.

- ( grunting ) - SOMETHING THAT YOU HATE SO MUCH

THAT YOU'D BE WILLING TO KILL IT.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.

NO NO NO, UP A BIT.

UP A BIT, UP A BIT.

RIGHT. RIGHT THERE. BANG ON.

( breathing heavily )

OH MAN, WHAT'S THAT?

OH!

( sniffs )

MUSCLES RELAX WHEN YOU DIE.

- SO HE SHAT HIMSELF? - YEAH, I MUST'VE HIT HIM TOO HARD.

STILL...

- JOB DONE, EH? - NO NO NO, HERE.

THE WOUNDS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE POSTMORTEM.

- ( thuds ) - OH!

- ( body thuds ) - ( coughing )

NOT ON THE GROUND.

- ( grunts ) - OH MAN.

( gagging )

( spits )

HERE YA ARE.

- HUH? - GRAB THIS.

( mutters ) OH FUCK.

WHY DON'T YOU GO AND KEEP AN EYE OUT?

JUST LIKE BEFORE.

NOT IN THAT OUTFIT!

( mutters ) OH YEAH.

SICK BASTARD. ( sighs )

RIGHT.

( thudding )

( thudding continues )

GOOD AFTERNOON, DARLING.

IT'S NOT AS UGLY AS IT LOOKS.

DEER IN THESE FORESTS ARE PROTECTED,

SO YOU GOTTA BUTCHER THEM ON THE SPOT.

AND WHAT WITH THE ROADS AROUND HERE--

THEY DON'T ALWAYS GET WHERE THEY'RE GOING,

- ESPECIALLY THE OLDER ONES. - MMM.

Roy: WE'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE A LIVING, REALLY.

RESTAURANTS AROUND HERE, THEY PAY 10 QUID A KILO,

- SOME OF 'EM. - ( sniffles )

SO I'LL TELL YOU WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO:

WE'RE GONNA PACK UP AND YOU'RE GONNA GO ON YOUR WAY.

AND THEN I'LL GIVE YOU A NICE LITTLE SOMETHING

FOR THE CAMPFIRE TONIGHT, ALL RIGHT?

OI!

NOW NO ONE NEEDS TO GET HURT.

NOW MY FRIEND HERE IS GONNA COME OVER TO YOU

AND HE'S GONNA RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR RUCKSACK.

WELL, GO ON. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

OFF YOU GO.

( girl breathes heavily )

RIGHT.

OH GOD!

JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT EASIER ON YOU.

- ( breathing shakily ) - I'M SORRY ABOUT THIS, DARLING.

YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE.

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE.

CAN'T WE JUST TIE HER UP SOMEWHERE?

OH JESUS!

( grunts )

( engine starts )

( clicks )

GET THE BAG!

THIS IS WHY I WORK ALONE.

NOT THAT BAG, THE OTHER ONE.

( bag thuds )

OH.

( exhales )

( birds chirping, footsteps crunching )

IF WE GET CAUGHT, YEAH,

WILL THEY THINK WE DID ALL THREE?

YOU'VE GOT ALIBIS FOR THE OTHER TWO, HAVE YOU?

( van approaching )

ALL RIGHT, BEND OVER LIKE YOU'RE IN PAIN.

DO WHAT? ( grunts )

- FOR FUCK'S SAKE! - NO, STAY DOWN.

GOD.

HAVE YOU SEEN A RED CAR GO BY HERE, FAST?

- ( woman whispers ) - YEAH.

BASTARD HIT MY SON. HE DIDN'T EVEN STOP.

OH MY GOD.

IS HE OKAY?

- ( breathes heavily ) - HE'S NEVER REALLY BEEN OKAY.

- COULD YOU GET IN THE BACK? - Man: EH?

IN THE BACK. GO ON.

IN YOU GO. YOU ALL RIGHT TO DRIVE?

UH-HUH.

( groans ) FUCKING HELL.

( groans )

THERE'S NO RUSH.

( exhales sharply )

- Roy: OTHER WAY. - HUH?

THEY JUST PASSED HER. OTHER WAY.

WELL, WHICH WAY NOW?

- DO YOU HAVE A PHONE? - IN MY BAG.

ALL RIGHT, OUT YOU GET.

( door slides open )

( closes )

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

- SO HOW DO WE KNOW WHICH WAY SHE WENT? - WE DON'T.

HOW ARE WE GONNA FUCKING FIND HER THEN?

PULL OVER. I NEED TO USE THE PHONE.

YOU'VE GOT A PHONE IN YOUR HAND.

HERE. ( sighs )

AND TURN THE FUCKING SEAT AROUND.

( door slides open )

( closes )

( footsteps depart )

( machinery humming )

( cellphone ringing )

IS IT ADAM?

IT'S BUSINESS.

( ringing continues )

WELL, I DID WONDER.

OKAY, GOT IT.

OI, DON'T BE MAD.

MY PHONE IS STILL IN THE GRANADA.

SIDE POCKET, MATE.

( sighs )

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?

OI, WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?

I DON'T KNOW.

WELL, WHO RINGS THEMSELVES UP?

WELL, DO YOU KNOW ANYBODY'S NUMBER?

SOMEBODY WHO MIGHT HAVE YOUR NUMBER?

- YEAH, MY MOM'S. - ALL RIGHT, CALL HER.

( clicking )

HIYA, MOM.

YEAH. NO, I CAN'T TALK.

I JUST NEED ME NUMBER.

NO, I HAVEN'T LOST IT, NO.

OH, MOM!

JUST GIVE HIM THE FUCKING NUMBER.

HIYA. OKAY, RIGHT. I NEED A PEN.

( muttering )

THREE, ONE, DOUBLE EIGHT.

ALL RIGHT, MOM. YUP, I'LL BE BACK LATER ON.

YEAH, I PROMISE. OKAY OKAY, BYE.

- ( beeps ) - CALL IT.

( mutters ) DOUBLE EIGHT.

( ringing )

( sighs )

- ( beeps ) - DON'T HANG UP.

LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY.

YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF OURS AND I WANT IT BACK.

IT'S NOT THE CAR. IT'S NOT THE PHONE.

IT'S THE BAG.

ALL RIGHT, YOU GIVE ME THE BAG BACK,

I'LL GIVE YOU FIVE GRAND IN CASH.

NOW THERE'S A DINER JUST SOUTH OF YOU.

WE CAN BE THERE IN 15 MINUTES.

YOU GIVE ME THE BAG. I'LL GIVE YOU THE CASH.

YOU GO YOUR WAY. I'LL GO MINE.

( foreign accent ) 10,000.

7,000...

AND I'LL NEED 20 MINUTES.

YOU HAVE 10.

( beeps )

- SHE KNEW HIM. - HUH?

HER ACCENT-- SHE KNEW HIM.

HOW FAST CAN YOU MAKE THIS THING GO?

- ( clicks ) - ( engine revving )

Roy: PULL OVER HERE. WE'RE A BIT SHORT.

NOW YOU KEEP AN EYE ON HER TILL I GET BACK.

IF SHE TRIES TO LEAVE, BLOCK HER IN.

- ( unzips ) - ( paper rustling )

THIS SHOULD BUY US SOME TIME.

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

- BLOCK HER IF SHE TRIES TO LEAVE, MAN. - ALL RIGHT.

I'LL MEET YOU OUT FRONT.

( rock music playing )

♪ I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING THE SCENE ♪

♪ LIKE EVERYONE HAS PICKED UP THEIR PRIZE ♪

♪ WHEN IT'S JUST YOU AND THE BEAT ♪

♪ 'CAUSE I CAN'T EVEN GET OUT OF MY BED ♪

♪ BUT IF YOU WANNA GO NOW

♪ OH BABY, DON'T YOU GO, IN THE NIGHT I TOLD YOU ♪

♪ YOU SAY YOU WANNA GO AND THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU ♪

♪ YOU TUMBLE OUT OF BED, THEY'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU ♪

♪ YOU SAY YOU WANNA GO, IN THE NIGHT I TOLD YOU ♪

♪ YOU TUMBLE OUT OF BED, THEY'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU... ♪

- ( clicks ) - ( engine starts )

( tires screeching )

WHA-- HEY! WHAT THE FUCK?

( rings, beeps )

SO HOW DO YOU WANNA DO THIS?

I STAY IN THE CAR.

- ( engine revs ) - ( tires screech )

RIGHT, I'VE GOT THE SECOND HALF RIGHT HERE.

( whistles )

HANG ON A TICK.

EXCUSE ME.

WOULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?

JUST TAKE THIS...

AND GIVE IT TO THAT YOUNG LADY IN THE RED CAR.

- WHY DON'T YOU DO IT? - 'CAUSE I'VE GOT A GUN.

YOU'VE GOT A NICE FAMILY, SO...

ON YOU GO.

RIGHT, THIS GENTLEMAN IS GONNA GIVE YOU

- THE SECOND INSTALLMENT. - HERE, WATCH IT.

GIVE HIM THE PICNIC BAG AND TELL HIM TO BRING IT TO ME.

ALL RIGHT?

OTHERWISE, I'LL KILL YOU.

♪ YOU TUMBLE OUT OF BED, THEY'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU ♪

♪ YOU SAY YOU WANNA GO

♪ OHHH

♪ IF YOU WANNA GO NOW, OH BABY... ♪

HERE.

COME ON.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

♪ IF YOU WANNA GO NOW

♪ OH BABY, DON'T YOU GO...

HERE, MOVE OVER.

OOH! OI.

♪ IF YOU WANNA GO NOW

♪ OH BABY, DON'T YOU GO

♪ OHHH

♪ IF YOU WANNA GO NOW

♪ OH BABY, DON'T YOU GO.

( sighs deeply )

( Adam laughing )

THAT WAS MAD.

HOW MUCH DID YOU TAKE 'EM FOR?

THAT WAS A SMART MOVE.

I KNOW. IT'LL WASH OFF, THOUGH, WON'T IT?

NO, I MEAN IN CASE YOU LOSE IT.

FUCK OFF.

IT'S NOT FOR EVERYONE, SON.

HUH?

THE LIFE.

OH NO, THAT WAS ONLY 'CAUSE SHE WAS A GIRL.

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE GUY THEN?

ALREADY DEAD.

AREN'T WE GOING HOME NOW?

WE NEED TO CHANGE CARS.

OKAY. WELL, WILL YOU LET ME PICK THIS TIME, PLEASE?

I KNOW MY CARS, ME.

YOU CAN CHOOSE.

( engine stops )

- ( clicks ) - ( whistles )

( laughs )

WHAT THE FUCK'S YOUR PROBLEM THEN, EH, DOG?

EH?

HEY, WHAT'S UP?

YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT US FUCKING UP?

NO.

I'LL BE GONE TOMORROW.

WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO?

OH, COME ON. WE'RE LIKE PARTNERS IN CRIME NOW, YOU KNOW.

ARE YOU GOING ON YOUR OWN?

SOUNDS FUCKING LONELY TO ME, THAT DOES, MATE.

WHAT, YOU WANNA COME VISIT ME, DO YOU?

YEAH. YEAH.

ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TRAVELING.

I DON'T SEE NO CARS, ROY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, ISN'T IT, TO CALL YOU ROY NOW?

YEAH. YEAH.

IT'S OKAY.

SO WE GOT ONE MORE THING TO DEAL WITH.

WE GOTTA GET RID OF THIS.

UH-HUH. ATTENTION TO DETAIL.

( door opens )

WHERE'D YOU PICK ALL THIS STUFF UP THEN?

ANGOLA.

- WHAT, IN SPAIN? - YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, IN SPAIN.

WHY DON'T YOU DIG A LITTLE HOLE?

- YEAH? - YUP.

( thudding )

( breathing heavily )

- LIKE THAT? - YEAH, LIKE THAT.

( grunts, thuds )

( wrench drops )

( hatchet drops )

( cabinet opens, closes )

( tires screech )

( gearshift clicks )

( trunk clicks )

( breathing heavily )

( groaning )

( engine starts )

( machinery hissing, clanging )

SHIT. AH!

( groans )

OH JESUS. SHIT.

OH SHIT.

( groans, breathing heavily )

OH.

OH SHIT!

( panting )

- WHY DID YOU KILL HIM? - HUH?

WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?

I DIDN'T KILL NO ONE.

DANIL IS DEAD.

I NEEDED HIM TO BE ALIVE.

I NEEDED HIM TO GIVE ME A NAME. NOW YOU MUST TELL ME.

FUCKING HELL.

HAVE YOU SEEN HER?

HUH-UH. NO.

IT'S MY SISTER.

SERGEI SOLD HER TO IVAN.

IVAN SOLD HER TO DANIL.

DANIL SOLD HER TO AN ENGLISHMAN.

YOU WILL TELL ME HIS NAME.

- YOU WILL TELL ME HIS NAME. - I'M JUST THE FUCKING DRIVER.

- YOU LIKE PAIN? - AH! FUCKING NO!

FUCKING HELL.

OKAY. JUST FUCKING CHILL OUT.

YOU WANT TO TOUCH ME?

HUH?

MEN LIKE TO TOUCH.

FUCKING...

TOUCH.

( breathing heavily )

- ( clinks ) - OH, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?

THEY PUT THEIR HANDS ON HER.

BEFORE THEY DIED, EACH ONE GAVE ME A NAME,

THE NEXT MAN IN THE CHAIN.

- THIS IS WHY YOU KILLED DANIL... - ( crying ) NO.

- ...SO HE CANNOT TELL. - NO, I'M JUST A KID.

I'M 19.

FUCKING HELL.

YOUR FRIEND THEN.

FRIEND?

THE MAN YOU WERE WITH TODAY.

ROY?

( clicks, clatters )

HIS NAME IS ROY.

- ( footsteps recede ) - OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

( breathing heavily )

( grunts )

( grunts ) FUCK.

( grunts )

RIGHT.

( phone buzzing )

- ( softly ) HELLO? - I NEED TO SPEAK WITH PETER.

- He's asleep. - WELL, WAKE HIM UP.

- I CAN'T DO THAT. - Yeah, you can.

Tell him it's about the kitchen.

SOMEONE'S ON THE PHONE. HE SAYS IT'S ABOUT THE KITCHEN.

NOT ON THIS PHONE.

Don't hang up. We have a problem.

Peter: ARE YOU SURE YOU GOT TO HIM BEFORE HE TALKED?

The Latvian's not the problem.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT THE PROBLEM?

HE'S THE ONE THAT CAN PUT ME IN THIS.

It's the boy.

- HE LOST HIS PHONE. - So?

WELL, WE NEED IT BACK. TRUST ME.

I THOUGHT I COULD.

Can you locate it?

OH, SO NOW YOU'RE BEING THOROUGH.

And if you double my fee, I can take care

of that little chain supply problem you've been having.

YOU HAVE AN IDEA WHO'S DOING THIS?

WE'RE ON THE PHONE. REMEMBER?

I want it sorted.

SOMEONE'LL GIVE YOU A CALL.

( clatters )

( buzzes, beeps )

Man: You got a pen?

( engine starts )

( tires screech )

IF I FIND ONE OF HER, I WILL KNOW YOU LIED TO ME.

IVAN HAD PHOTOS TOO.

I DON'T KNOW WHY IT IS

WHEN MAN DOES SOMETHING BAD

HE LIKES TO KEEP A SOUVENIR.

THIS MAN-- SERGEI AND IVAN HAD HIM TOO. WHO IS HE?

- WHAT ABOUT HIM? - WHO IS HE?!

I DON'T KNOW HIM.

I DON'T KNOW THE GUY.

HE'S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE PHOTO.

LOOK, I'M TAKING A PHOTO OF MY MOM.

- YOU KNOW HIM. - NAH.

LOOK, YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING SEE HIS FACE.

LOOK, NOBODY KNOWS HIM.

- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO IT IS. - ( door opens )

HELP!

( door slams )

FUCK'S SAKE.

FUCKING HELL!

( muffled ) FUCK OFF!

- WHOA! - ( grunts, groans )

- ( both grunting ) - ( clangs )

FUCK'S SAKE!

- EASY. - ( girl panting )

- YOU KILL ME, HE'LL KILL YOU. - ROY'LL KILL ME?

- HE ALREADY TRIED. - SHE'S FUCKING WITH YOU, SON.

- WHOA! I WANT TO HEAR IT. - HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

- WE STOPPED THE VAN. - Girl: HE HIT YOU.

WE STOPPED THE VAN TO CHANGE CARS. THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID.

THERE WEREN'T NO FUCKING CARS, ROY.

- YOU WERE GONNA KILL ME? - Girl: GIVE HIM TO ME.

ONE MORE AND IT'S FINISHED.

YEAH, SHE THINKS YOU KILLED HER SISTER AS WELL.

I HAVEN'T KILLED A WOMAN SINCE 1983.

( inhales sharply ) WHO HIRED YOU?

WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM?

YO! I'M THE ONE WITH A FUCKING GUN HERE!

( bullets ricochet )

- Roy: STOP! - ( running footsteps )

STOP!

YOU'VE ONLY GOT ONE LEFT.

NO, THAT'S FOUR. I'M COUNTING.

IT ONLY HOLDS FIVE.

THEN YOU SHOULD'VE FUCKING LET ME USE IT ON HER!

YOU'RE A LOUSY SHOT.

DO YOU WANT TO BET YOUR FUCKING LIFE ON THAT, ROY?

OH MAN.

SHIT, ROY. YOU NEED A HOSPITAL, MAN, FAST.

JUST GET ME TO THE CHURCH.

WHAT, DO YOU WANT A PRIEST?

NO, MY DAUGHTER'S GETTING MARRIED TODAY, YOU IDIOT.

WAS YOU REALLY GONNA DO ME IN?

( mouths )

WHAT, 'CAUSE I FUCKED UP THE JOB?

NO, YOU WERE THE JOB.

I'M 19!

WHO THE FUCK'S GONNA TAKE A CONTRACT OUT ON ME?!

'CAUSE OF THE CAR?

THEY DON'T GIVE ME A REASON. THEY JUST GIVE ME A NAME.

THE LAPTOP.

- FUCK ME. - LOOK...

IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP, JUST FUCKING SHOOT ME

BEFORE I BLEED TO DEATH. DON'T FORGET YOUR PHONE.

- WHAT, CAN I KEEP IT? - WELL, YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE GUN. YOU TELL ME.

( birds chirping )

- THERE'S CLOTHES IN THE VAN. - DOWN THE TRACK?

- ( grunts ) - YOUR TURN TO BE LOOKOUT.

MY BRIEFCASE STILL IN THERE?

YEAH!

SHE LEFT THE MONEY AS WELL!

MUSIC...

YOU LIKE CUBAN, DON'T YA?

( Latin music playing )

( glove compartment opens )

( closes )

HERE.

( paper rustling )

WATCH...

AND LEARN, MY FRIEND.

I COULD'VE KILLED YOU BACK THERE.

YEAH?

WHY DIDN'T YA?

FOR THE SAME REASON YOU COULDN'T KILL THE GIRL.

WHAT?

IT WAS 'CAUSE I FANCIED HER.

THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T DO IT.

YOU'VE GOT A SECOND CHANCE. YOU SHOULD TAKE IT.

SO MY MOM'S BOYFRIEND TRIES TO GET ME KILLED,

I'M SUPPOSED TO JUST WALK AWAY, AM I?

HE THINKS YOU'RE DEAD.

BEST LEAVE IT THAT WAY.

( man singing in Spanish )

( muffled ) YOU ALL RIGHT, MATE?

( brakes squeak )

( engine stops )

HERE.

GET RID OF THE CAR.

THE GUN AND THE PHONE GO IN THE RIVER.

EVERYTHING ELSE BURNS.

ATTABOY.

( distant church music playing )

( birds chirping )

OH MAN.

THE STATE OF YOU.

- ARE WE GOING IN? - NO NO.

JUST-- JUST STAY OVER THERE.

- DO YOU WANT YOUR JACKET? - NO.

NO, I'M GOOD.

SHE'S ALWAYS ON ME TO WEAR A BIT MORE COLOR.

- HERE. - OH, HERE?

WHO'S THAT, YOUR WIFE?

NO, MY DAUGHTER.

- HOW OLD'S YOUR DAUGHTER THEN? - DON'T GET ANY FUNNY IDEAS, ALL RIGHT?

- DO YOU WANT ME TO STICK AROUND? - NO, YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.

YOU'D BETTER GET BURIED, MATE.

OI.

DO US ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR ROLL-UPS.

( tin clattering )

( paper rustling )

ATTENTION TO DETAIL.

( clatters )

( rock music playing )

♪ WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE

♪ YOU FEEL LIKE HOME

♪ IT'S SO BORING OUT THERE

♪ AND I GET SO STONED

♪ AND THE RIVER IS COLD

♪ I SPENT HOURS IN YOUR EYES ♪

♪ I WONDER WHY

♪ BUT I'M SURE...

( match strikes )

♪ I...

♪ WILL SOON

- ♪ REMEMBER YOU - ( fire crackling )

♪ I WILL REMEMBER YOU

♪ I WILL REMEMBER YOU

♪ I WILL REMEMBER YOU...

♪ THE LIGHTS ARE GETTING DARKER ♪

♪ UNDISCOVERED TRUTH

♪ I WILL DRIVE YOU CRAZY...

( music fading ) ♪ AND YOU'LL HATE ME EVEN MORE ♪

♪ AND HIS NEWEST WOE

♪ IS LIKE THE FIRE IN YOUR EYES... ♪

( moaning )

( cocks )

WHAT'S GOING ON?

SURPRISED TO SEE ME, PETER? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.

WHAT?

YOU SEE THAT CUNTISH LOOK ON HIS FACE, MOM?

LOOK AT IT. ASK HIM WHAT'S WRONG.

PAID SOME DUDE TO FUCKING KILL ME, DIDN'T YA?

FUNNY HOW THIS IS HIS FUCKING GUN, MATE.

( breathing heavily ) PETER.

- JUST TELL HIM IT'S A MISTAKE - YOU THINK HE WOULDN'T DO IT, MOM?

- ARE YOU FUCKING BRAIN DEAD AS WELL?! - ( Peter laughing )

- OH YEAH, FUNNY TO YOU, MATE? - YEAH YEAH.

- OH, GET-- - STAY WHERE YOU ARE, YOU FUCKING BITCH.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU NOW, PETER MATE,

YOU FUCKING SEX-TRAFFICKING BASTARD.

- GET OFF ME. - WHAT YOU GONNA DO? HUH?

- PETER, STOP THIS! - YOU'VE FUCKED IT NOW!

- YOU'VE FUCKED IT! - PETER, JUST GET OFF ME!

YOU THINK I WON'T PUT ONE STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEAD?

- YOU THINK I WON'T? - JUST GET OFF ME!

PUT IT IN THERE. FUCKING PUT IT IN THERE.

IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD. I'M TELLING YOU NOW, MATE.

- HERE. AHH. AHH. - FUCKING ASSHOLE!

- ( both grunt ) - Nicky: OW! OH!

OH, YOU REALLY GET ON MY FUCKING TITS,

- YOU KNOW THAT? ( laughs ) - GET OFF HIM!

COME HERE. COME HERE, YOU FUCKING BITCH.

COME HERE. OKAY, UP WE GET.

- UPSY-DAISY. WHOA! - ( choking )

FUCKING BITCH. NAY!

YOU STAY RIGHT THERE, YOU COW.

- HEY, YOU! ( yells ) - ( gagging )

TWO IN ONE! ALL THERE!

- WHY DO YOU FUCKING ANNOY ME? - ( coughing )

WHY? TELL ME FUCKING WHY!

WHY DID I LET SCUM LIKE YOU TWO

INTO MY BEAUTIFUL FUCKING HOME? HUH?

THE ONLY REASON-- LOOK AT ME.

LOOK AT ME OR GET IT RIGHT IN YOUR BALLS.

THAT'S BETTER. THE ONLY REASON--

THE ONLY FUCKING REASON

I DON'T BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT RIGHT HERE

IS I'LL NOT HAVE YOUR BLOOD

MESSING UP MY NEWLY-WAXED FUCKING FLOOR!

MY BEAUTIFUL FUCKING FLOOR IN MY BEAUTIFUL SEVEN--

SORRY, HONEY-- OUR BEAUTIFUL £750,000,

2.2 ACRES FUCKING HOME!

HUH? DARLING, WHY DID I LET YOU IN WITH THIS FUCKING PRICK?

YOU KNOW? 'CAUSE HE'S THE SON I NEVER WANTED TO FUCKIN' HAVE!

YOU FUCKING DICK!

I JUST WANTED TO FUCK YOUR MA, YOU--

( laughs ) I'LL TELL YOU,

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME-- IT'S THE FIRST TIME

I'VE EVER ENJOYED BEING FUCKING CLOSE TO YOU, YOU CUNT.

I SO WANTED TO BLOW YOUR BASTARD FUCKING HEAD OFF.

YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE. ANYWAY, LET'S GET BACK TO BUSINESS.

HONEY, WHAT SHOULD I DO? WHERE SHOULD I TAKE HIM FIRST?

I'LL TELL YOU. WHY DON'T WE GO

AND CHECK OUT THE GARAGE?

IT TAKES TWO FUCKING CARS, YOU KNOW. COME ON.

- ( choking ) - LET'S GO IN THE FUCKING GARDEN, YOU LITTLE CUNT.

LET'S GO OUT HERE. A NICE TOUR,

THAT'S WHAT WE WANT. COME ON.

SORRY, IS THAT CHOKING YOU?

THAT CHOKING YOU? COME ON.

I WANT SOME FRESH AIR. YOU WANT SOME FRESH AIR?

OKAY. OKAY. COME HERE.

COME HERE. OKAY, COME ON, COME ON.

COME ON. COME ON.

WE'RE GOING TO THE GARAGE.

( chuckles )

- Girl: HEY. - ( gunshot )

- ( groaning ) - Adam: FUCKING HELL!

( whimpers )

( Peter breathes heavily )

- ( gunshot ) - AH!

FUCKING HELL!

( groans, laughing )

- OH SHIT. - COME ON, COME ON.

- ( grunting ) - ( choking )

( grunts )

( groans )

( knife clatters )

( birds squawking )

( rock music playing )

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ TO, BABY, MESS AROUND

♪ I'M PLANNING TO SLEEP, CHILD ♪

♪ COULD BE FOREVER BOUND

♪ I'M ON THE RUN WITH MY ELLIE ♪

♪ I SEE HER ANGEL EYES

♪ AND HER LIPS TASTE LIKE CHERRY ♪

♪ AND HER HOME-COOKED SMILE ♪

♪ BUT, BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ TO, BABY, MESS AROUND

♪ I'M PLANNING TO SLEEP, CHILD ♪

♪ BE FOREVER BOUND

♪ OH NO

♪ OH NO

♪ OH NO

♪ OH NO

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ TO, BABY, MESS AROUND

♪ I'M PLANNING TO SLEEP, CHILD ♪

♪ COULD BE FOREVER BOUND

♪ I'M ON THE RUN WITH MY ELLIE ♪

♪ I SEE HER ANGEL EYES

♪ AND HER LIPS TASTE LIKE CHERRY ♪

♪ AND HER HOME-COOKED SMILE

♪ OH NO

♪ OH NO

♪ OH NO

♪ DON'T MAKE ME SO BLUE

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT ♪

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT

♪ BABY, LIFE'S TOO SHORT! ♪

( music stops )