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Hey, I thought you were at work.

No, I...

I couldn't sleep. Again. Sorry.

Right, I need these

and these.

I've got a job interview today.

Okay.

What about the kids?

- I'm not trying to pick a fight here.
- Well, you are a bit,

honey, because, as soon as I
mention job, you mention kids.

Right now,

what's the value if it costs us more
than childcare, than what you earn?

There's value for me.

Fair enough.

Sign of a guilty conscience, you know,

insomnia.

_

- He's family!
- Your family!

Your fucking father
would... he'd disapprove...

superiority.

It cannot be your answer
to everything, Gareth.

Look what you made me do.

It's my favourite pot!

You clean that up!

- Morning.
- God, you stink of cigarettes.

Please, please, use the
machine and wash your clothes.

Do me a favour. Would
you round up the kids?

Hey! Shit bags!

School, now.

You're welcome.

Madeleine!

- Honey, I've got a really busy day.
- It can't always be about you, Mom.

I spilt juice on mine.

Fine then, come on please.

Okay I'm coming.

- Where are you going?
- Get out of my room!

Work.

- Familiar with the concept?
- Yeah, heard about it.

- You?
- Got plans.

Hm.

Care to share?

Get money. Depart.

Let's make that happen.

- I need my life back.
- Like the way it was before I got here?

Exactly.

I guess you need your life back to
where it was before the kids were born.

When it was just you and Julie
drinking, smoking, fucking.

Would that make you happier,
if you get that life back?

I haven't had sex in 10 days.

Hey!

- You don't come here.
- Yet, here I am.

- Mr. Clay would like a word.
- I don't give a shit.

This is my home. You don't come here.

Nice house.

It's one of these open
plan jobs downstairs, is it?

Did you excavate the basement, or
was it like that when you bought it?

- Hey, Mr. Mamoud stole my money.
- Wait! Wait!

- You got balls coming up here, man.
- Wait!

We'll meet you on the other
side of the bridge, all right?

I'll get my coat.

Let me do the talking, all right?

Mr. Clay, I'm very grateful for
the opportunity to talk to you.

If I've offended you
in any way, Mr. Clay...

No offence taken.

Nelson Clay.

Jean Bastière. This is my brother, Martin.

I have to say,

I was reluctant to take this meeting.

I have enough friends as it
is. I don't need any new ones.

The boys insisted.

Frank here in particular seems
to think you did something

- remarkable the other night.
- I did.

Mr. Clay...

Frank! Joey!

Don't raise your fists near me.

And you don't touch my brother.

You nearly got two of my men killed

and they displayed the rare sensitivity

of not putting a bullet
through your fucking temple.

Now if I were you,

I'd call it even.

There's been a misunderstanding.

This doesn't belong to us.

We're not criminal
people. It's not our thing.

What is this?

He doesn't know?

That is £20,000 I've given
to your brother in payment.

What?

- Why didn't you tell me about this?
- It's his money.

A retainer for future services.

- There won't be any future services...
- You...

I know a lot about.

Your family, your home,

your cleaning business,

your bank balance.

It's a terrible thing that recession.

All about the greed of a...
Get out of my fucking sight!

What've we got on him?

Absolutely nothing.

Good.

You bring drugs from France
inside that dead girl?

Yes, I did.

Despite all your financial problems,

you still don't want to profit from the
situation, even though the work's complete?

That interests me.

He's got his own moral compass.

It's like The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.

James Stewart, 1959.

Anyways, it's my choice.

I decided long ago, my life
would be my choice, no one else's.

Everybody's got a sad story, son.

I'm not everybody.

Okay.

I accept.

I'm sorry, you accept what?

- What's going on?
- Your brother makes a good case.

I accept his refusal to
get involved in my business.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

Let's go!

- 62, not 59.
- Huh?

Liberty Valance.

John Ford for Paramount, 1962.

Muppet.

See? Treat people with
respect, they respond to it.

Yeah, right. You just signed
your own death warrant.

A guy like that

- just doesn't let people walk away.
- Oh, stop it!

Enough with the bad guy bullshit.

I fixed it.

Listen, we're gonna go to my office,

I'll get what money I can for
you. It's not gonna be much.

But it's gonna be something.

And that's it.

- You understand?
- Sure.

- Hey.
- How's it going?

Almost ready. Shitting
myself truth be told.

A bit of adrenaline will
do you a world of good.

- What are you wearing?
- Uh, just deciding.

Think...

Mmm...

promise of sex rather than sex itself.

- Tits, out or in?
- They'll be in I'd say.

You're fucking brilliant,
sis. Don't forget it.

Thanks, Nina.

There you go.

£1300. That's everything.

Feel free to say "thank you" any time.

Fuck you.

You had 20 grand for 4 days.

- It was dirty money.
- No, it was my money.

And again, it was not your
fucking decision to make!

- You just...
- Yeah, yeah, do your thing.

Whatever you do.

- Hello?
- It's Tom Kendrick.

Oh, you changed number?

I need to see you now. Waterside
Inn, Hammersmith, 30 minutes.

Of course, I'll be there.

So, we're done now?

Don't come back.

I don't need you here.

I have a thing, but, not for a van.

Can I take your car?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Who was the guy?

Oh, boss' brother.

Think he's getting out of Dodge.

He watched me dressing.

You're kiddin' me!

As long as we're together,
nothing can happen.

No one will know.

- Hello?
- Where are you?

- Yeah, I'm right in front of the pub.
- I'm under the bridge.

- What?
- Under the bridge!

What's going on, Tom?

I'm under investigation.

What?

I've been suspended.
I'm under investigation,

soliciting and accepting payments,

in return for the award of contracts.

Bribery.

- Do they have anything?
- They have a lot.

Okay.

What can I do?

Wipe any paper or electronic records
you ever make, called or emailed me.

- Of course.
- Don't just say "of course". Think.

Phone, computer, little pocket diaries...

And I need money.

Sorry?

I've got two options:

run or hire the best lawyers in London.

Either way, I... I need money.

Listen, Tom, I gave you
everything I could over the years.

I really don't have anything.

If it wasn't for me

you'd still be serving
croissants and coffee some place.

I'm very grateful.

I know a lot of stuff, John.

Damaging information

I don't get what I need,

you're little bilingual
kids and your pretty wife

have got two decades of
prison visits ahead of them.

I don't have any money for you.

Fuck!

Jesus Christ!

If you weren't a cop, I'd
kick your fucking ass for this.

I'm in a corner.

So you hit me?

I want 5 grand, John. Get it.

Or I'll fucking sink you.

Fuck!

Perfect.

- It's bold, isn't it?
- Yeah. Absolutely.

Do you know he was still in
college when he made this?

It's impressive.

Mm.

Are you interested in
this piece in particular?

- Or is there something else I can show...
- Oh, no, sorry,

no, I'm not... I'm not a buyer.

- I'm... I'm... ah, here for the interview.
- Oh.

It's through the door at
the back, into the offices.

It was mortifying.

You know, when I walked in, they went
quiet, like the matron had arrived.

Not one of them was a day over 20.

Especially since you're
such an old hag these days.

Oh shut up, you know what I mean.

Actually, I don't.

Wouldn't put myself in that
situation, can't fathom why you did.

Because it's time.

Because the kids are old enough
that I should be out there.

And you know I don't want
them growing up thinking that

my ambition only ever extended

as far as symmetrical
towels and home-made sauces.

Oh, thank fuck for that.

I'm sorry?

I thought you'd had a
lobotomy and forgot to say.

I've been waiting half a decade
for you to get off your ass.

I couldn't bear watching
you at home making fucking

muffins from leftovers.

Do you know If I was a man, I would
knock your teeth out for saying that.

No, if you were a man, you
wouldn't be stuck at home

locked in the eternal search for
the perfect fabric conditioner.

What I don't get

is why you're applying for shitty
entry-level jobs in the first place.

Well, there aren't a lot
of options for people...

An old peg like you.

So set up on your own.

- Yeah, right.
- Well, why not?

What's the point in baby steps?

Life's for fucking living.

Drag your tools out of storage,

and make wonderful things.

We don't have the space, and...

money's actually tighter than you think...

Oh, stop finding obstacles.

I'll front you set up costs for a workshop.

Nina, I can't let you do that.

I don't have time for fucking
niceties. I'm in court in 20 minutes.

Are you up for it or not?

- Hey, it's me.
- Hiya.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Why did you phone for, Jean?

I'm not sure.

We could eat something. My treat.

Sure.

Then fuck.

I would like that.

"I'm not everybody", you said.

I think you might be right.

But you said we were free to go.

Changed my mind.

I want to see what you're capable of.

- No.
- "No" isn't an option.

Urgh!

Fuck!

Urgh!

You all right?

I'd rather we didn't have to
hit you, to get your agreement.

It's up to you, really.

A year ago we had you make the decisions.

So, what? You've got more money.

It's all about money. That's
what we're fucking talking about.

- You've changed your tune.
- No I haven't.

It's been exactly the fucking
same tune since we met!

The only difference is
Daddy's not there to bail his

little princess out if
you're out of fucking money!

And every penny I've got, I made myself!

What happened to "What's mine is
yours". It's all bullshit for me.

Gave your crumbs off the table.

- And I'm supposed to be grateful for it?
- Dad touched you! You used it...

And I'll never hear the fucking
end of it. It's blackmail!

I'll pay for your further...

- then I'll... for the rest of my life...
- Hello?

- Hello?
- Well, he can fuck off!

It's not all about the
grubby little money...

We got more going out than coming in.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

It's not always about money, Gareth.

This neighbourhood,
these clothes, this house,

- it's always about the money!
- Hey! Oh!

What are you doing?

I don't know if you guys realise, but
we... we can here all this from the street.

What are you arguing about anyway?

My father needs 24 hour nursing care

and my husband doesn't
want us to pay for it.

We all have a dad, mate.

That's what we pay our taxes for.

In a perfect world.

But we can't all live in Sweden.

What? Where's Rooney?

- Who's Rooney?
- My dog!

- He's in the other room.
- He doesn't like closed doors! I..

And I don't like barking,
so stay where you are!

- That's assault.
- That's assault? No, mate.

Urgh!

- This, is assault.
- Oh, God, oh!

Ah, ah, ah...

God!

Urgh!

I'll have the fucking police
on you. That's my home!

The lady of the house invited me in.

My father always thought Gareth was a dick.

This is Gareth's revenge.

Well,

this is none of my business.

There was just too much shouting.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's okay.

It's okay.

What?

- I'm in trouble.
- Good.

I need your help.

They killed a guy, and
they want me to clean it.

They kidnapped me, put a bag over my head.

Well, maybe they'll cut little bits off
you and send it in the mail for ransom.

Don't be a dick.

Tell me again how much you need me.

Please.

I gotta go.

Hey, guys! Guys!

Hey!

You're skaters, uh?

Yeah.

- I used to skate.
- Oh yeah?

Yeah, yeah. It's a nice
board. Can I see it?

- Ah... sure.
- Come on, come on. It's a longboard.

- Yeah
- Indie Trucks. Can I try?

Sure.

Just a... Just a little, just a little.

Thanks mate. Ciao!

- Hey...
- Get off my board you fat bastard!

What the hell, man?

It's a parking ticket, from London.

£450.

He's in London.

We found him.

My brother is asking
you to give me the keys

to the mini-bus without the
company logo on it. Right now.

Do I appear stupid to you?

No... no. And he... he said you
would say that. And I should tell you,

that the padlock code for petty cash,

is 2-5-75.

David Beckham's date of birth.

You like Beckham?

I'm only fucking human.

And now, I'm gonna change
the code to the petty cash.

- I like your tattoo.
- Thank you. I like your board.

I didn't know you had a tattoo?

Yeah. Tit tat', just here.

Whoa!

What are you doing?

I...

- am starting a business.
- Doing what?

Demolition?

No, darling.

Making beautiful, beautiful things.

You've been with Aunt Nina.

Yes, I have.

Sorry.

You were right.

Show me.

That's grim.

All right, let's go.

He's thorough.

Yep.

Ever since he was a little kid.

Well, he's made himself
interesting to my brother.

And now he has to stay interesting.

Or what?

- You're his brother?
- Mm.

Victor.

Victor Clay.

I'm Martin.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Done?

We need to roll the
vehicle inside the stable.

- Easy tiger.
- Frank, buck up.

What's that?

Blood. Fingerprint.

That was impressive.

I planted the last print myself.

Put on a show.

Will they kill us?

Would you kill Houdini?

- I was out of line earlier today.
- Shut up.

- You happy?
- Yeah.

Well, that's the last time I dance for you.

The scene was phony. A set-up.

- Animal blood spread deliberately.
- How did you know?

Well, you'd have to kill 10
men to get that much blood.

The spatter patterns were non-existent.

Was it pig? Goat?

Yeah, I've... um, I've got a
friend who's halal butcher was um,

20 quid for a couple of
pounds of left overs, yeah.

- Thought it was kosher?
- Why would a Muslim be kosher?

- What's the difference?
- It's the... um...

- the method of slaughter I think...
- Frank.

Well, let's wrap it up.

If we're gonna work together...

it's better you do it by choice.

This is my home.

Come and have a drink, please.

Get changed.

Put yourself in my shoes.

Had I not met you earlier,

my business would have
carried on as normal.

Now I can't see how I can
let such a unique resource,

slip through my fingers.

I'm not the guy you think I am.

I think you are. Just don't
think you recognise it yet.

These are difficult times, Jean.

The economy, it's a lie.

Government's a lie.

Health, education, housing,

wars, invasions, credit
raising interest rates...

all lies founded on a
kinda... mass hysteria.

What are you? Like a... an anarchist?

You don't look like one.

Society never did me any
good. My upbringing...

my background,

I'm supposed to have a dull shit life.

But I don't accept my role,

my allocated role in society.

You don't accept your role?

I don't accept society.

Your brother's a philosopher.

Yeah, he reads.

- Reading is good.
- Yeah.

Charles Darwin.

Origin of the species,
evolution, that sort of stuff.

- Oh, the origins.
- Yeah.

Ah, I know that.

Evolution.

You know Tom?

He's a friend of mine. Good man,

but he's in trouble. Some people
are trying to make an example of him.

You should know that I
look after my friends.

We're gonna help him out.
Give him what he needs.

Keep it charged, and keep it on.

I need to contact you
any time, day or night.

I have some conditions.

When you call on me to do a job,

it's my scene,

I'm in charge on the ground.

- Nobody else.
- Fair enough.

I don't like an audience.

Your guys can't be there.

You can't be left on your own.

For your own protection, as well as mine.

Now, one of my men will stand guard. He
won't interfere, he won't get in your way.

Fair enough.

My brother's my partner.

Okay.

I didn't know that.

Well, now you know.

I'm gonna go.

I haven't got the measure
of your brother, yet.

He's the kind of guys
that can still surprise.

One last thing:

I don't wanna be there
when any crime is committed.

I don't wanna know why,

I don't wanna be any part of that.

I think this belongs to you.

Oh... huh!

Make yourself at home.

I'm sorry. I didn't see
you, I didn't mean to...

Don't be sorry. It's what it's there for.

Sonny,

boss' wife.

Hi, uh...

I'm Martin. I'm here with my brother.

We might work with your husband.

In France?

No, here.

You just... you be honest with
him and you'll be all right.

I'm always honest, I never lie.

You never lie?

No.

I'm not sure I should trust
someone who never lies.

You can trust me.

May I?

Of course. Be my guest.

- It's really good. You cook?
- I do, I love to cook, yeah.

- Well...
- I'm glad you like it.

Nice to meet you.

Don't even think about it.

I always think about it.

Guys, I got a great deal for you.

Six wraps of heroin

worth 16 000 quid.

And I make it for 8000, right now.

Where'd you get it from?

You stole if from the last lot.

No, I didn't.

It's not the same colour.

- Uh.
- Hmm...

You said 6 wraps, there's only 5 there.

Look... look deeper, genius.

Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq.

Five.

I'll be right back.

We need to go.

- Okay. I...
- Now.

You're free to go.

Are you sure?

Give me the keys to the Fiat.

- Well, it's Maureen's car.
- I don't care. Give me the keys.

1 missed call

You have one new message.

Hey, it's Claire.

Haven't heard from you, so...

guess something came up.

I miss you.

Make it soon.

Not so tough now, are you, eh?

Shut up. Get out of my face,

or I'll fuck your dog, and your wife.

Rooney.

Rooney! Rooney!

Rooney!

Maddy.

Maddy.

Something really important
has gone missing from my room.

What is it?

It's medicine, I get from
France. I re... I really need it.

I haven't been in your room.

Are you sure?

You haven't gone through my books?

I only borrowed it.

It's okay. You can have it.
Read it, you're old enough.

What about the other thing?

- It looked like drugs.
- I would never do drugs.

It's medicine, I need it.

- Where is it?
- I flushed it down the toilet.

Maddy, this stuff can kill you.

Where is it?

I flushed it down the toilet.

Are you gonna tell my mom and dad?

No.

But you've gotta promise me never
to go through my stuff again.

Yeah.

It's very important.

I promise.

Come here.

May I?

Thanks.

What's going on?

Rooney died.

The dog.

Oh.

Had an epileptic fit or something,

seizure.

He was foaming at the mouth.

Gareth is beside himself.

It seems, my husband and the dog

were soul mates.

Soul mates?

It's not being a good day.

Me neither.

Dad,

why can't we go and see Grandma?

She's not dead, is she?

No, no, she's not dead.

So, is Granddad really dead?

Uh, yeah.

My mom is in a hospital in France.

And you know my dad is dead.

How did he die?

And honestly.

He went out on his fishing boat,

and he got caught in a storm.

And his boat crashed

against the rocks, near La Rochelle.

Scary enough for you?

I thought you said he was a farmer.

Yeah, mussels and oysters farming.

You know, you two could help now and then.

Mom and I shouldn't have to do it all.

Tell us again, about how you didn't have
a washing machine when you were a kid.

Uh, we did have a washing machine.

It just... it was always broken.

You know, you two are spoiled.

"You two are spoiled."

Oh, you think that's clever?

Mimicking people?

Hmm?

Well, maybe... maybe
you think that's clever.

You think that's funny, uh?

Right?

Huh?

Oh!

I had my job interview today.

How was it?

Oh, spectacularly shit.

- Well, fuck them.
- That's what I think.

So,

I'm gonna set up on my own.

Open up my own workshop.

Nina's gonna front me the money,

and I've already been looking at locations,

thinking about designs.

Oh, that's great.

She says that

we can pay her back whenever we can.

There's no rush.

Oh, that's cool.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I've had, a kinda

weird day myself.

Life is for living.

H... hello?

Yeah, I'll meet you there.

Is it a job?

Yeah, a job.

Go back to sleep.

Hey...

I need your help.

Again?

I don't like this. Where the fuck are we?

Wait, wait.

Follow me.

I believe you know

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