All language subtitles for Skeletons (2010)

Yeah but you can't
lump Rasputin

in with the corrupt
and assassinate him

without takin' his honesty
into account.

I mean,
with Rasputin,

there's no ambiguity,
is there?

He was morally transparent.

Unlike some of your other boys,
you know,

like your Kennedys,
for instance,

Jack and Bobby, yeah?

I mean,
they had these

golden boy public imagines,
but actually,

Bay of Pigs,
dodgy CIA operations,

shagging Marilyn Monroe
whilst disposing Catholic

family values.

I mean,
there's a moral ambiguity

there you just don't get
with Rasputin.

With him,
what you see

is what you get.

If you want him
to get pissed

and throw
chicken drum sticks

at a Roman officer,
he's done it.

If you want him
to scrape up a nun,

he done it
and made no apology for it.

That's what I'm saying.

What, as opposed to say,
John Lennon.

Exactly.

Now, he was someone
who was completely different

in personal life
than he was in public life.

You know,
like Gandhi,

like Martin Luther King,
all their lot.

Why does that
make Rasputin better?

Well, honesty isn't it?

Glasnost.

What about
Gordon of Khartoum?

He got a spear
in the neck.

Yeah,
and he was a pederast.

Who told you that?

Faulkner.

Him and Gabriel
done a procedure

on that chosy pension
years ago, don't know.

Yeah, well,
won't believe everything

Faulkner tells you.

Have you seen his car?

Yeah, so what?

He might just be
from a rich family

like Jim Morrison.

I'm saying no.

Yes.

*

All right,
come on in.

Eye of the tiger.

*

And why have you
decided to go through

with this procedure today?

I think we just
feel it's the right time really.

What, Friday,
11 o'clock, mid-March.

What do you mean
the right time?

Uh, we're just about
to get married.

I see.

Getting married.

On behalf of Verutical,
we'd like to offer you

our sincerest congratulations
on your forthcoming nuptials.

Thank you.

Can I ask how you came
to that decision?

No, you can't.

It's none of your business
why they're getting married.

Not getting married.

I mean the decision
to undergo the procedure.

Well, he just said that.

Because they're
getting married.

Yeah, I realize that.

Well, let's get
on with it then.

Because we do like
to stress,

you see,
what an important

step this is.

Yeah,
thank you mate, that's great.

It's one that
you need

to both be
fully prepared for.

Yeah, all right,
I'll tell you what.

Why don't you
go upstairs, yeah?

ID the target,
take some readings,

and I'll stay down here
with these

and rough up
the paperwork.

Is that
all right, mate?

Thank you.

Fine.

Right.

Is English
your first language?

Yes.

And sir,
have you ever assisted

in any type
of operation

or surgical procedure?

Uh, no.

Have you ever seen
a bear?

No.

Are you sure on that one?

I don't mean in captivity,
I mean in the wild.

Yes.

Uh, and if you
could just pop a date

down there as well,
please.

Now, can you
confirm for me

verbally that that is
your fiancé's signature?

Yes, it is.

Yeah, but can you
actually say it.

Like confirm
it verbally for me

that that is
your fiancé's signature?

Um, yes, that
is my fiancé's signature.

Okay, and can you
now verbally

confirm for me
that I haven't tampered

with his signature
in any way?

No, you have not.

Yeah, but
can you say it?

Can you verbally
confirm it?

Uh, no,
you haven't tampered

with the signature.

Whose signature?

My fiancé's signature.

That's it,
but say the...

say the whole thing.

Check it first,
will you?

Okay.

All right,
let's do it.

If we must.

What's up with you?

Now, just tired.

Yeah, well
it's rush boat week

after today,
isn't it?

I don't mean
like that.

Don't make this
any more difficult

than it already is, mate.

Simple, this job.

Stick to the rules,
tell them everything,

leave,
and never come back.

Yeah, I know.

These people don't know
how lucky they are.

Ready?

Ready.

*

Did you see the look
on her face?

No.

She was devastated.

What about?

Ponce coffee
and egg sandwiches?

Hardly the last days
of Pompeii is it?

I should try
doing his job.

Yeah, but...

Oh,
I don't know.

*

*

Yeah, but Rasputin
clearly had a fierce life-force.

I mean, that's how come
it took them so long

to kill him.

They poisoned him.

They beat him
with sticks.

They shot him
three times,

and he still didn't go.

In the end,
they had to shove him

under the ice,
and that took nine hours.

Now,
that's no ordinary bloke, is it?

Yeah,
but he were expecting

an attempt on his life.

He'd been taking
low doses of strychnine

to immunize himself.

So what, they shot him.

You don't immunize yourself
against being shot, can you?

You can't immunize yourself
against being

beaten with sticks.

*

He might just've been
rock hard.

That don't
make him magic.

Yeah, but I think
the ability to control

hemophilia usin' only
the power of his mind,

which suggests there's a bit
more going on

than just being hard.

I mean,
Douglas Bader was hard,

but he couldn't clot blood
at will, could he?

We've done
theater healing.

We've done
inner child work.

We've done
fluorescents therapy.

Yep.

Rebirthing
and advanced rebirthing.

That was amazing.

Past life regression.

Now that was
amazing.

I was a seamstress
in Elizabethan London.

I knew Shakespeare.

And if you could tick
the box please, sir.

Thank you,
and could you just

underline it there
as well, please.

And full stop please,
thank you.

And if you could just initial
the full stop

just to show
I haven't tampered

with it in any way.

I hope it's benign.

You do realize
they don't think

we can really do this,
don't you?

Yeah, well,
we'll see, eh?

What is theater healing,
anyway?

Don't know.

Quick way of separating
eppys and their cash,

I suppose.

God Almighty.

Yeah.

That'd be another way.

*

*

Right,
go in for a peel

of the other woman
and I'll follow.

Copy that.

*

*

Right,
you take her,

I'll do him, go, go!

Why do I
always have to be the maiden?

Just do it.

You looking
for business, darling?

Yeah,
get in, love.

Just up here
on the left.

What it's to be
then, sweetheart?

Um...

well, um...

Oh, God.

What?

For some 14 months,
madam,

you've been attending
Latin dance classes

at the town hall,
mostly salsa,

some tango,
and the occasional cha-cha-cha.

Your dance teacher
is one Raul Gimoresh,

real name Graham Richardson.

You're very fond of him,
but you have no relationship

outside the class.

However, you've chosen
to keep this activity

a secret from
your partner and friends

as the gender politics
of Latin dance

are inconsistent
with your chosen lifestyle.

That's incredible.

How?

And you, sir.

Three times in the last year,
you've driven

to the dock area
of a nearby costal town,

where you've picked up
prostitutes,

a different one
each time.

No.

You paid each woman
their normal rates,

though no actual
physical contact occurred.

Instead you talked to them,
mostly reminiscences

about your youth,
fear of growing old,

ill health,
standard existential concerns

for a man of your age,
as well as your regret

about the decision
you and your wife made

to remain childless.

Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

Correction,
the last of these encounters

did in fact end
with the woman in question

administering hand relief
in the front seat

of your car.

Look, it...

*

*

You're like Roger the Fisherman,
you is.

Who's Roger the Fisherman?

Roger the Fisherman
was from Mevagissey.

My Uncle Jimmy
used to work with him

on the trawlers.

He got seasick.

He was a vegetarian,
and the smell of fish

made him spew.

In other words,
he was totally unsuitable

to be a fisherman.

Why am I like him?

Think about it.

I just don't like
leaving people like that.

There should be something
we can offer after.

So you're Mother Teresa?

It's not our job
to offer anything.

We offer the information
that's in there.

We should take
responsibility.

That's not our job, mate.

*

All right.

Usual time in a week?

Fine.

Mate.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I--I was just...

No monkey business.

What?

You want to worry
about your own self, mate.

Worrying about
professional objectivity

for starters.

Go down
to the pub or something.

See people!

Hey, make sure
you eat!

Yes, mother.

*

*

*

*

Drop for the good stuff?

There you go.

Now, where we were?

Oh yes,
once upon a time,

one stormy night,
a little boy

found himself wandering
on a barren moor.

He didn't know
how he'd arrived there,

only that he desperately needed
to get himself

into the warm and dry,
and very soon, too.

He needed to find
his house.

He was very cold
and scared

out in the dark night,
but being a brave boy,

he walked home.

Eventually,
just when he was thinking

he was so tired
that he couldn't go

any further,
the lost boy

saw a light
in front of him.

But he finally found it.

Could this be home?

When he got closer,
he saw it wasn't his house.

It was a tiny cottage.

Hello?

Hello?

You all right?

You in there?

Davis!

Hello?

You all right?

Davis!

What are you
doing here?

What you on about?

We said a week.

It's been a week.

All right,
you just hang on there a minute.

Give us a sec.

I just got to
get these things together.

You know what it's like
to lose track of time,

don't you?

All right,
let's go.

Are you gonna
get changed?

Yep.

Then we need
to do the cleansing.

Yep.

17.

You should turn
that up.

You'll strain
your ears.

24.

I ain't showing!

You're showing!

Bennett!

You can't see
your tie in that jumper.

Man, you've got
Rasputin all wrong.

Sometimes there's this
thing, you...

It's have a laugh,
and it is havin' a laugh.

I don't fucking
believe this.

You promised
me no more glow chasing.

Oh, come on.

I know
what I'm doing with it.

That's what all
the glow chasers said.

That's what William said.

He ended up
going Bulgarian.

Well, I ain't gonna
go Bulgarian, am I?

Don't worry about it.

I do worry about it.

You know the facts.

We're not tourists.

Glow chasing
causes a buildup

of psychic detritus
and unchecked contaminate

extractions,
and that's apart from the fact

that it's dangerous,

and it could just
as easily be me

who ends up getting hurt
as you.

I ain't gonna let
that happen.

We got the Colonel
breathing down our necks.

I told you
to go out and see people.

It's not healthy.

Yeah, well,
pardon me for wanting

a bit of time
on me own

after four more weeks
hovering over people's

spunk and betrayals.

Oh, come off it!

Anyway, you want to worry
about your own self.

I can't believe your
Uncle Melkie

beat you at snooker.

He's only got one arm.

He had a new cue!

He's quite handily with that
little block, isn't he?

He's not Zorro.

Shut up!

That's not the issue.

Yeah,
you shouldn't be missing

a block like that
at this level, mate.

Hey, hang on a second.

Just pop up here.

I'll be back
in a second, yeah?

*

*

All right, mush.

Swap you.

*

*

Hello Colonel.

You all right,
young fellow?

Yeah.

Let's have
a look at you then.

Your glands are up.

Are they?

Yeah.

Cough.

Again.

Everything all right
with you two?

Yeah.

Yes, boss.

I won't go into details,
but Faulkner and Gabriel

are no longer operational,
which means

I'm looking
for a new A-team.

It's crunch time, boys.

I need to know
you can think

outside the box,
that you can use

the procedure
to its full potential.

That's how come
the change of job.

Could be tricky.

Data required
on an absent subject.

Gonna need
some lateral thinking.

But you get this right,
could be your ticket

out of the domestic
into the global stuff,

politicians, arrestors.

Call for Sachs Goldberg
lined up early next year.

Imagine the filth.

Like to go with Jackie and look
like the Partridge family, eh?

Don't let me down.

It's your chance to shine.

Mr. Bennett, give us a minute.

Yeah,
all right boss.

You on a glow, mushy boy?

No boss.

You sure?

Yeah, definitely.

No, you show me yours,
I'll show you mine,

behind the back shed.

No leather snapped.

No bedtime stories.

Nothing like that, boss.

Honest.

Stick out your tongue.

Out.

I want to believe you.

I really do.

You're like a son to me.

You'd be up
for a little monkey man.

You remember
what happened to Goldkin?

Of course, boss, yeah.

I hated doing that,
but I'll do it if I have to.

You know that.

I know.

Okay.

You up for this promotion?

Yeah, of course I am boss.

Definitely.

You gotta prove me right.

Thanks boss.

I won't let you down.

Look at all this.

Disappearing
of Marcus Baron.

Eight years ago,
my husband disappeared

without trace.

That's a bit much,
isn't it?

Let's have a look at him.

Oh, it's classic
"I'm going out

for a pint of milk" job,
isn't it?

He's probably in Thorpe
with Lord Lucan.

How are we
supposed to find him?

What was the Colonel
on about?

Snooker.

He wanted a few tips
on his cue action.

I was this close
to telling him that.

I've had enough.

*

*

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You're from Verutical.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm Bennett.

This is my colleague,
Mr. Davis.

You're very tall.

Yeah.

So you read the file?

Of course.

He disappeared
eight years ago.

Pretty fed up
of it now.

Quite like to find him,
et cetera.

Okay.

Okay.

So, let's see who
digs him up first.

Yep.

Well, off you trot.

House is down there.

Come on.

Chop, chop.

Go on now.

*

Dig him up?

Shhh.

*

It don't look right.

*

*

Yeah, this is it.

You all right,
mate?

Come on.

*

*

This isn't working.

It could be
all those.

It's a different
triangulation.

*

It's quite a place,
this, though, isn't it?

That was quick.

I need you
to sign the forms

before we can go in.

Fine.

And there was another
sort of younger maid

walking about earlier.

My daughter, Rebecca.

Yeah, her too,
if she's over 18.

Fine.

Do you really think
you're going to find him

like that?

I don't know.

But I cannot not look, can I?

He was my husband.

Was?

Look, Missus,
we can only work

with the people
here now, yeah?

So, if he's dead
or otherwise not about,

we're not going to be able
to get anything specific to him

and no one else.

Do you see what I mean?

Uh, whatever.

Just give me a clue,
something.

So, madam,
you can sign there,

thank you,
and the date there please.

And initial in the box,
thank you.

That's brilliant.

Thank you.

And here's yours, Miss.

If you could do the same,
please?

Just print your name there,
sign and date there,

and then initial
in the box.

It's just a formality, Miss.

That's lovely.
Thank you.

Teenagers.

How old is she?

Twenty-one.

All right.

You sort it up there?

No, the triangulation's failed.

I'm gonna have to go
through the poly guns.

What? You're joking!

I've never had to do it before,
not in the field.

It's seven or eight
hours work.

We're not gonna
get done today.

Nah, no way.

According to the sheet,
there's a poppy in the village

that does B&B.

Right, I'll come upstairs
and have a look.

I've done it right.

I'm not saying you haven't.

I just want
to go upstairs

and cast an eye
if that's all right,

your holiness.

Sorry about this.

What have you done?

Nothing.

So why do you say
your sorry?

Uh...

Oh, you were being kind!

Well...

Ah.

That's nice.

The photos and the map
at the top of the stairs,

what's that?

I keep a record
of where I've been.

I don't want to be
digging in the same place twice,

do I?

That would be crazy,
wouldn't it?

Digging, digging.

Right.

It's a beautiful house.

You think so?

Yeah,
it's really something.

*

*

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, we'll keep at it.

Yeah.

So do you need
anything?

No, I'm fine.

You are very tall,
aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

Yeah, right.

You know,
um, I was thinking,

uh, about the B&B.

Oh, you found it.

Any preference?

What?

Have you had
a bang on the head

or something?

There is no way
I'm stopping here

and eating Coq au vin
with Gloria Swanson

and her Brady Bunch.

We're going to stay
in the pub.

No we won't.

We're stopping here.

Why?

I'm getting nowhere fast
with this lot.

I know!

That's exactly why
we should get out.

Have a few beers,
win a bit of money

on a pool table,
come back fresh

in the morning.

No, it's a waste of time.

We stay here and get at it
straight away, first thing.

-You're going native again.
-No, I'm not.

Yes, you are,
you're being unprofessional.

-You're being unprofessional.
-You're being unprofessional.

-You're being unprofessional.
-You're being unprofessional.

You're being unprofessional.

Shut up!

Look, I'm in the chair
on this one.

I've made me decision.

We stop here.

We get up early.

We get it done.

We get the hell out.

Well, there's no way I'm sitting
and having dinner with 'em.

Looks nice.

What's your name,
little fella?

Jojo.

Pleased to meet you,
Jojo.

Thank you.

How long
are you staying for?

Well, just tonight.

You could stay
a bit longer if you like.

What?

No, no.

We don't muck about.

Get a low down,
done and dust the first thing.

Do you like football?

I do, yeah.

One day
I'm going to play

for a team.

All right.

Strip is going to be
the Celtic top maybe

with green shorts
and the same pattern

on the socks.

Sounds like
you've got it

all planned out.

Yeah.

What about your away kit?

Um, I haven't thought
about that yet,

but I think I've got
the goalkeeping kit in.

It's blue top
with black sleeves

and a black big one
across the top.

All right, okay.

I'll send you
what I think, though?

What position
do you play?

Um, goalkeeper
and defense.

Goalkeeper
and defense.

I used to be
a goalkeeper

when I went to school.

Were you any good?

Not really.

Are you any good?

Yeah.

Who do you support?

Golden Athletic--

You see that?

Who do you support?

Manchester United,
Sheffield United,

and Wisbech Town.

Blimey.

Got all the angles
covered there.

This is lovely.

Right.

I ain't hungry.

Sorry,
I'm tired.

I'm going to bed.

Ta for that.

Sorry about that, he's--

No, it's all right.

Eat.

Is he your best friend?

Yeah.

Are you married?

I mean,
not to him, of course.

No, I'm not married.

Living with someone?

My mother.

I live with my mother, too.

Yeah,
I know you do.

Eventually,
just as he was thinking

he was so tired,
that he couldn't go any further,

the lost boy saw a light
in front of him.

But he finally found it.

Could this be home?

But when he got closer,
he saw that it wasn't his house.

It was a tiny cottage,
old, strange, and spooky.

So, he gathered up
all of his courage,

walked up to the rotten
old door,

and knocked.

Oh, I don't believe this.

Give me, give me that!

What are you doing? Get off!

-Give them to me!
-You're not having them!

-Yes, I am!
-No! Get off!

-Give them to me!
-Get off!

Right.

That's it.

What are you
talking about?

I was asleep.

What?

I won't go chasing,
Bennett.

You got it wrong,
mate.

It's research.

Dead man's POV,
just the thing

for this job,
isn't it?

Bennett?

Mate?

Goodnight.

*

You, stay here.

I'm gonna see if I can crack
this one on me own.

What?

You can't do that?

How are you gonna
ward it?

I'll get to
where I can

on me own.

It's safer this way.

No, it isn't.

I won't tell the Colonel
as long as you

don't interfere.

As soon as you do,
I will.

I want this promotion,
and I don't want you

contaminating the place
and buggering it up.

You need to take
some time out.

Think about whether
you've still got

the discipline for this.

Do you hear me?

*

*

Think about it.

The village with
the train station,

there's no church.

That means the town's
gotta be the nearest...

Oh shit!

How'd you miss this?

Me?

All right,
I'm making the call.

No!

Listen,
we can sort this!

Mate!

Don't tell him
about the old,

you know, research!

Hello, it's Bennett.

Get me the Colonel.

Well, get him out
of the flotation tank!

Hello, boss?

Yeah,
the house is built

on a corpse road.

It looks like
a coal channel.

Pretty sure.

Right.

Will do, boss.

He's on his way.

Delicious.

Good.

I told them to bring
an epic breakfast.

Would you call it epic?

Mmm,
pretty epic.

How often
do you make it

to the village yourself?

Me, I never get
to the village.

Why not?

What if he came back,
and I wasn't here?

Bennett,
about before...

Not now.

Do you want a kipper?

They're really tasty,
aren't they, Frank?

Frank!

Fuck me!

You're the one
who's going native,

and you're hanging me
out to dry.

That's enough.

I'll talk to you later.

Really sorry
about that.

No, that's okay.

He's another loser.

He lost something,
didn't he?

Takes one
to know one, you see.

Good morning.

Sorry we're cluttering
the place up a bit.

We're gonna do our best
to find out what happened

to your dad...

if we can.

*

*

You know why
they call Totten "spares"?

Why?

To shorten it
on the scoreboard.

Yeah.

Here.

Argh.

Thanks.

Here you go.

Wait here, mate.

Mrs. Baron!

Jane!

You don't have
to do this

if you don't want.

It's all in hand.

Maybe you could
take a day off.

We'll see
what we find

when the Colonel
gets here.

So, Lord Lucan
gets on the corpse idea?

He knows the score.

He knows I'll get us in.

Yeah.

So he thinks,
I'll just settle

on a coal channel,
and they can fish for it,

but he didn't bank
on Gabriel, did he?

So what'd you do then?

Oh yeah.

He's quite good,
isn't he?

Is he?

Yeah, he's not bad.

How can you tell?

Gabriel!

Oh God.

-Gabriel!
-Excuse me.

No, it's okay.
It's all right.

Gabriel! Lord Lucan!

Whoa, what about them?

They had a corpse road
on that job, a bypass.

We can do it.

No, I don't
want you involved.

Oh, come on, Frank.

None of us
are perfectly professional

all the time,
are we?

Don't come all that we may.

You're having a bit
of a nutter in Gloucester,

and they're not the same thing.

Far from it.

All right.

All right.

Look,
I'm done with that.

Here you go.

You can have 'em.

I'm not interested.

I just wanna
do the job, please.

What?

Have this and all.

It's a trigger.

The old lot's imprinted
on it.

I don't want it no more.

Look, mate,
the corpse road's

coming from over there,
yeah?

So all we need to do
is nudge up 45 degrees or so.

That's right on the other side
of the house, right?

Right.

We should try to merge
on this.

Get
on the case.

We stick a few flags in
so they don't

compromise the channel,
do you see what I mean?

It's a bit
out there.

So what, don't flake out
on me now.

It'll work.

Well, it could.

It's your call, pilot.

What do you reckon?

How's your line look?

-Fine, I think.
-Yeah?

What are we doing?

We're building a bypass.

How do we do that?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

I'm not a natural.

All right then, love,
we need you to dig a trench

all along this line,
so deep, yeah,

just enough
so you know it's there.

Now get in the house,
get the windows open,

all the ones that will,
and all the taps on.

Flush the place out,
let's go, let's go!

*

*

What are you doing?

*

What's going on?

Don't worry, Missus.

We're professionals.

*

So your traffic
comes over the hill, yeah,

and now the house
is the obvious way to proceed.

-The traffic?
-Yeah, that's right, yeah.

So what happens now is the
mirror's going to bounce it

around that way
and it'll come out

the back,
do you see what I mean?

-Traffic?
-Yes.

-What do you reckon?
-Looks the part.

There's only one way
to find out, I suppose.

What traffic?

I can't believe this.

This is routine.

Textbook.

There's your target,
clean, easy.

It's like
we never had a problem.

You are bloody good
at this, mate.

Let's do it then.

Well, the Colonel's coming.

Exactly, that's why we
should waste

as little of his time as
possible.

He said to sit tight.

I know, but that's
before we turned

a difficult job
into a routine one.

Hey, tell you what,
go and get something personal

of her husband's, then we can
put it in the circuit,

strengthen the signal.

Come on, mate, I'm back.

It should be in here
somewhere.

There it is.

I bought it for him.

Didn't really wear
it much though.

Thought it was too odd.

That'll be fine.

He thought
I was too odd, too.

Are you all right?

No.

But thank you
for asking.

*

Come on, mate, ready?

Yep.

All right?

Normal.

*

Let's go.

*

*

Man, oh, man.

Have a look at this!

Come on!

Where are you?

What's happening, mate?

Ow!

Ah!

*

Bollocks!

Oh gosh, mate!

Don't let me die!

Stay here, don't go.

It'll be all right, mate.

It'll be okay.

I told you to wait.

The problems were gone,
he'd solved it himself.

Hey.

Where am I?

Oh no, the crazy lady.

You were the pilot.

This is down to you.

Hello?

Today is Monday...

Shit.

You give me my picture back,
you bandit...

It's you, isn't it?

You're the rotten apple,
you stopped us.

She stopped us!

What are you talking about,
you crazy old bag?

Look, we don't understand!

Just stop it!

Please, quiet!

Why don't you
write it down?

Yeah, write it down.

There's no point.

Please,
let him have his say.

Give me that,
I've got an idea.

I'll write it down.

It's her...
it's her...

Oh, God...

What's that...?

I don't get this,
what is this, Russian?

Bulgarian.

Occupational hazard,
Missus.

Even if he could
speak English,

it'd be a lot of old bullocks.

On account
of the psychic detritus

from the failed extraction.

He's not even here
half the time.

So where is he?

That's classified.

So what are you going to do?

We're going to wait.

He might be free of it
within 24 hours,

if he's lucky.

What if he's not lucky?

Christ on a bike, Mush.

This is Thatcher Mitterunder
all over again.

It's a bloody nightmare.

I can't believe
he took his goggles off.

What's been going on
with him?

No.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

No.

What the bloody hell
was that all about?

I don't know.

How long have you been
with the agency?

Seven years, boss.

Seven years?

Listen, sunshine,
you're one of us now.

For better or worse,
there's no going back.

What do you think
you can go work in a bank?

Have a wife and
two-and-a-half kids, eh?

I don't see it somehow.

Do you?

No.

No, I don't.

No.

Sharpen up, Mr. Bennett.

No more mistakes.

It's her.

She's one of us...
she's got the gift...

You, me, and Rasputin, eh?

Crazy Siberian bandit-girl...

Hey, it's all right, mate.

Just save your energy.

Get you in rehab,
soon as.

Get your match fit.

Be in the pink
in a week or two, won't you?

Well, a little bit longer.

Yeah. I'll come down
and sort it out in a minute...

Just let me have a...

Just a quick...

All right, then.

Let me think.

"Once upon a time,"
she says,

"One stormy night,
a little boy

found himself wandering
on a barren moor.

He didn't know
how he'd arrived there,

only that he desperately needed
to get into the warm

and dry very soon, too.

He needed to find
his house.

He was very cold and scared
out in the dark night.

But being a brave boy,
he walked home."

*

*

*

*

I know it's far away
from civilization, so called,

but that's what's
so good about it.

Isn't it?

What?

So what do you think?

Bennett?

Bennett?

You there?

Crazy things happening
in my head, mate...

It's all mixed up...

Son of a...

*

*

One stormy night,
a little boy found himself

wandering over a barren moor.

He didn't know
how he'd arrived there.

Only that he desperately needed
to get himself

in the warm and dry,
and very soon, too.

He needed to find his house.

What the bloody hell
are you doing here!

Hello, hello, one, two?

...a little boy found himself
wandering over a barren moor.

He didn't know
how he'd arrived there.

Only that he desperately needed
to get himself

in the warm and dry,
and very soon, too.

He needed to find his house.

He was very cold and scared
out in the dark night.

You're a bloody thief!

Being a brave boy...

Bloody thief!

So he gathered up
all of his courage,

walked up to the rotten,
old door and knocked.

He waited.

At last, the door swung open
to reveal an old lady,

back bent, face wizened,
eyes clouded, blind.

"Who's there," she snapped,
squinting into the wind.

The old lady gave
him dry clothes,

sat him in front of the fire
with a bowl of hot soup...

This is mine!

You get the fuck out!

*

What's this?

So you definitely think
a sister would be better?

What's this then?

This is yours.

Listen to me,
this is wrong.

We've strayed from the line,
this can get really--

You could get lost in there
and never find your way out.

I don't mind either way.

As long as the baby
is as beautiful as me,

we'll be happy, won't we.

*

It's him.

So that must be...

*

What?

This is too dangerous.

We need to find
a way out.

And I want my rocks back,
you thief.

Where are you?

Right, I'll come
and find you then.

*

*

Look at this.

How did I miss this?

It is you.

Right, you wait here.

Do you hear me?

Don't you dare move.

Bloody well mean it,
at all.

*

Jesus Christ Almighty...

*

*

Bandit.

*

Oh God.

Oh God.

Dervis?

Dervis!

Anything?

No.

Where would she
take him?

She take him?

That's what I said.

She must've nabbed him.

That's ridiculous.

I won't go easy on her,
I can tell you that.

She's a girl, Frank,
she's just a girl.

Just a normal girl,
is she?

Oh, and Dervis
is Mr. Reliable, is he?

*

Where am I?

Where am I?

For God's sake...where am I?

Where am I?

Look at all
this stuff, Mush.

This is powerful, this.

Did you not see this?

No, boss.

A coal channel is the least
of your problems around here.

Get the gear.

Are we going to
extract here?

How are we gonna do that, the
girl's not here, you cretin?

Keep up.

I have to take
a few readings.

See quite how far
around the U-bend we are.

Right.

Oh, no.

Where are we going?

Where are you going?

Jane.

Doctor Pointer.

Where are you gonna look?

I have to do something.

Then look after
this one,

and we'll do
what we can.

Dervis is a good man.

If they're together,
she'll be fine.

They'll be back.

How long is it
since she's spoken?

It's been three years.

You know, she was fine,
she was a normal girl,

and then she went to look
at a university

and she came back like that.

You should've told us.

Find her, Frank.

I'll try.

Come back to the house.

*

Where are we going?

Give me a clue...

Where are we going?

*

*

*

*

I'm going to recalibrate.

*

*

History.

History.

I'd have graduated
by now.

I came for an interview.

*

*

Daddy.

*

*

What in the bloody hell...

He's not dead!

I know what happened, I saw him!

-I don't know how.
-I don't believe this.

Maybe it's what Dervis
was going on about

the dead man's POV,
but he's not dead.

Dervis was going on
about the dead man's POV.

I knew it!

That little rat mushy be
on the glow, isn't he?

To think I'd had you two
fucking inbreds

lined up to be my A-team!

I'm sorry!

Boss!

I saw him.

Look, we can tell her.

Tell her what?

You drop one hint
to her and you're burned, boy.

You remember Culkin?

I got it wrong.

Hello?

One, two?

And you haven't spoke
since then?

Only to you.

That's all well.

No, it's not.

I just didn't know
how to tell her.

I still don't.

Not a trace, my friend.

That's all I wanted
to tell you and obviously

and we'll be out
of your hair within the hour.

Sometimes, these things happen.

Sometimes, we just can't get
where we need to be.

Sometimes, I'm afraid,
people do just disappear,

and you don't get answers.

Well, what about Rebecca?

Well, we'll find her,
we've got to, she's with Dervis.

How?

Isosceles tracking.

But why couldn't you just--

No, it's a different,
it wouldn't work.

Trust me.

It's complicated.

You all right?

Yeah.

Okay, then.

You gonna say goodbye
to Jojo before you leave?

Of course I will.

You go home
with Charlie Chaplain again?

Sorry then, I mean,
not schmoozy and not funny.

You're that boy.

No.

Yes, you are.

Look, it ain't what you think.

Why isn't it?

'Cause it's just
like a photograph.

It is not, I did it.

You get to feel
what the boy feels, it's ace.

Shut up about it.

What about today though?

What about it?

Don't you go
and see them today?

They're gone.

But I was with them.

No, he told me a story.

No, they're gone.

That's just what happens
to people, isn't it?

I see it every day,
look at you lot.

I don't understand.

Well, it's always
a version

of the same story,
isn't it?

People are there,
and then they're not.

What am I gonna
tell my mum?

*

*

When are you coming back?

I don't know.

I hope it's soon.

Oh, no.

Jane.

You can't.

It's okay, Frank.

I thought we might
make a garden.

What do you think?

Okay.

So where do you think
we should put it?

We could put it on that, um--
flowers up there.

That's a good idea.

*

*

Hello.

Hello, Mum.

*

Hello.

Hello.

Do you want to help
with my garden?

Okay.

*

Mate, are you all right?

Yeah.

- What?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Mate, you're back, how?

I don't know,
I just snapped out of it.

How have you been?

-I know what happened.
-Yeah, so do I.

-How do you know?
-I extracted over there.

-I saw the the copy--
-Calm down monkeys, all right.

How did Missus take it?

-How did she do?
-What, we didn't tell her.

It's not a reliable extraction.

Yeah, but I know
where he is.

Would you snap out of it?

I'm not interested
in your little day trip.

We don't do three day stuff,
you know that.

Our domain starts at four.

And since when
are glove chasing,

lying, and maverick operations
the order of the day?

Faulkner's got
early-onset Alzheimer's

because of that
kind of feckless fucking about.

Now, let's get out of here
and maybe we can talk

about how to try
and save your jobs.

Understand?

I said, "Do you understand?"

Do you want
to look after her?

-Eh?
-You heard.

Do you want to look after her?

What in the bloody hell
are you talking about?

Yeah.

All right,
take her there.

She'll need looking after
after she's been there.

He's out of his mind,
don't listen--hey, Bennett!

Don't!

Leave him!

Bennett,
I'm talking to you!

Bennett, you take one more step,
you'll regret it, sunshine.

I don't think I will.

Fine.

You were always
a wet blanket anyway.

A fucking dilettante.

Say what you want, boss.

You want no part
of this son, come on.

No, I think I'm stopping here
and all, boss.

You're ridiculous.

What we're gonna do
is still make the grade.

No, no.

Listen,
you're A-team material.

You're a natural, son.

It's in your blood.

I don't want it, boss.

We ain't interested in
politicians and power brokers.

Fatch Dimetron
was a domestic.

He's the oldest story
in the book.

Look...

They despise the likes
of you and me

out there
in the real world.

Do you know that?

You'll never fit in anywhere.

Step it up, Mush.

No, I'm through, boss.

No, boss,
I'm through.

Boss, get off me.

Get off of me,
what are you doing?

Enough!

No!

You're done, Boss.

You know I can't let
this go, don't you?

You'll be getting a visit.

Like Culkin.

Yeah, but I ain't
Culkin, Boss.

It's me.

I don't think
you want to do that to me.

It'll be out of my hands,
won't it?

Well, not if you
never found us.

Not if we was
just gone.

I don't want you gone.

Sorry.

Take care, Boss, yeah?

Come on.

Hi.

Hi.

Let's have a go
then.

Why?

'Cause it's cool.

Not now, hey?

Oh, sorry.

-Are you having a go?
-No.

I'm just waiting
for Bennett.

-Come on then.
-Stop it.

-What are you waiting for?
-I said, "Stop it."

Oh, for God's sake.

Who's there?

...squinting into the wind.

The old lady gave him
dry clothes, sat him--

Pack it in!

And very soon,
the boy was as warm as toast.

I'm serious,
that's enough.

What's the problem?

You shouldn't even
be here.

You can't just play
by yourself all the time.

There's a name for that,
you know.

I'd love to try
on your mom's funky shoes.

What?

Let me be her.

-You be the boy.
-No.

Oh come on, it's boring doing
the same thing all the time.

I'll be the boy.

-You be the dad.
-No.

You be the mum then, kinky.

Shut up, we can't do that.

Why not?

You know why not,
I told you.

They're not here,
it's just a loop, an imprint.

Oh yeah, that's right.

So if you think about it, then a
more honest view would be this.

You think you're clever.

I haven't got
a friend in the world.

You've got Bennett,
who's actually really cool,

but you don't talk to him
because you'd rather sit in here

with people that
aren't really there.

That's stupid.

All right, fair enough,
point taken.

Thanks very much.

Tell me a story.

And the old lady says,
"Once upon a time--"

And it just goes around again,
and again, and again.

And you're okay
with that?

And that's enough
to fill your heart, is it?

Well, you're certainly
making up for lost time

on the talking front,
aren't you?

-Oh, neat parry.
-Yeah, I preferred you when--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He was very cold and scared
in the dark night.

My dad's gone, too.

Yeah, he went because
he was--

whatever he was, I don't care.

It's not the end
of everything, is it?

New things start,
don't they?

Eyes clouded, blink.

Who's there--

All right, then,
I'll leave you to it.

Bye bye, lovely boy.

See you, mate.

Hang on.

*

And the old lady says...

*

He didn't know
how he'd arrived there,

but he knew
that he desperately needed

to get himself
warm and dry.

Pretty soon, too, he needed
to find his house.

He was very cold and scared
out in the dark night.

But being a brave boy...

Bye then.

...he walked home.

*

*

See you, mate.

*

*

Come on, then.

That's enough work.

*

Do you reckon Lord Lucan looks
loads like Freddy Mercury?

What?

Come on,
you must've noticed it.

Lord Lucan looks
just like Freddy Mercury.

I mean, they got
the same shape face,

same eyes, same moustache.

No, I was gonna say I think
it's just the moustache, mate.

I mean, you could put
a Freddy Mercury moustache

on the Queen and it would
look like Freddy Mercury.

She wouldn't, she'd look like
the Queen with a moustache on.

All right, picture Lord Lucan
in your mind, yeah?

Get him in your mind then.

All right, now divide
the screen in half.

Put Freddy Mercury
on the other side.

I'm still only getting
the moustache, mate.

All right,
look in Lord Lucan's eyes.

I'm in his eyes.

What do you see?

Uh, death.

What, of the nanny?

Yeah, he topped her,
didn't he?

Done a runner.

Did you see that new
plate

in the back of
the News of the World?

Oh yeah, his face looks
wicked in that.