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[yawning]

[baby crying]

[water dripping]

MAN: Well, what's this shit?

I said 30, not 25.

Well, I can't, mate, right now.

Well, turn around.

Change places.

Over this.

There we go.

Oh, you've done this before, haven't you?

Give it to me.

[slapping]

[groaning]

Be a good boy, you might get a jelly bean.

Harder?

[hard slap]

[baby crying]

Sorry, mate. That's the bag.

Good luck.

ARIEL: All right.

MAN: Cheers.

[toilet flushing]

[baby crying]

WOMAN: I've had enough! Shut up!

Leave it!

[opera music playing]

[rotary phone dialing]

It's me-- Abel.

I've got a few things.

Yeah.

Later.

Have you seen a boy with a briefcase?

No.

But I could get you one in 10 minutes, if you want?

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

[opera music playing]

Europe, here we come.

[laughing]

It's a real pleasure doing business with you, Sir Horace.

The pleasure's all mine, I can assure you.

Well, that should keep your voters happy, eh?

MAN: Good evening, gentlemen.

Get me APA investments.

SECRETARY 1: One moment, Sir Horace.

Wait a second.

SECRETARY 2: Gloria Kane's office.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Nope.

[engine sputtering]

MAN: So am I supposed to be looking

after the bleeding baby, am I?

WOMAN: I'm always left looking after the bleeding baby!

MAN: Don't talk to me like that!

It's cause you're supposed to look after the baby.

[baby crying]

[rotary phone dialing]

[music playing]

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Hello?

Cab.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) From [inaudible]?

31.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Straight away, love.

Right away?

Yeah.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Where to, love?

West End.

[music playing]

Keep the change.

MAN: You think crack hasn't reached these shores yet?

MAN: No.

It was on the telly.

You can't believe everything you see on the telly.

Now what we've got is track.

That's a sort of English derivative

of the American crack.

And like all English derivatives,

it's spelled different.

It's cheaper, more potent.

Blow your mind, man.

You hear what I say? -Yeah.

That's what I want.

That's what I want.

Here.

And for another 20, I'll cab you anywhere you want to go.

Yeah. Sure.

Right.

It's been really great doing business with you guys.

Hope to do business with you again.

So do I, son.

Hello, Abel.

I see the baby powder business is booming.

Yeah.

Got to do what you can, ain't you, mate?

So what's the [inaudible]?

Eh?

What do you know?

Crime doesn't pay.

Yeah.

Pull the other one.

It plays jingle bells and all that there.

[interposing voices]

Uh-- we've got a cash flow problem.

How's our credit?

What is it about this freaking country

that everybody want credit?

We're going to work tomorrow.

Yeah.

You might be dead tomorrow.

Look.

It's over a [inaudible].

We'll pay you the balance tomorrow.

Hey, what do you reckon about these two?

They're all right.

Cheers, eh?

Appreciate it.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Let me see it.

Mm hm.

Uh, uh, uh.

House money.

Uh, uh, uh.

The woman and wine bars, the [inaudible] fitness emporiums,

the betting shops, and now this engineering concern-- fuck me,

Terry, you're a bleeding industrialist.

That's what he is-- the bleeding [inaudible]

the Isle of Dogs.

I love this guy.

I really do.

Brains.

Do you know what I mean?

You knew what to do with your share of the security blanket.

[music playing]

You're a silly, old bastard.

Mr. Wilks' research assistant.

I-- I have a message for you.

I believe it's quite important.

What does it say?

I make it a rule never to read other people's messages.

You won't get far in life with that attitude.

Mr. Wilks was quite explicit.

Explicit.

I love the way you people talk.

Listen, do you fancy going to an opera or something?

You'll find I'm not your usual run-of-the-mill rough trade.

I'm a self-made entrepreneur, who

counts with Knights of the Realm as business associates.

I'm a socialist, Mr. Dirk-Brown.

Go and see if it's on me, if you like.

I'm not fussy.

Sorry, I have a prior engagement,

but thank you, all the same.

Have you won the lot?

Now just get the bracelet, OK?

All right.

Cheers.

Not your lucky night.

Again.

I don't get you, you know.

You got a brain, son.

Why you don't learn the value of money and put it to good use,

huh?

I am.

I'm gambling with it.

Oh.

Go one, Mr. Cool.

You're going to end up like the rest of the losers

I see around here.

Now why didn't you tell me straight off?

Well, it's, um-- I'm sorry.

I have to go.

It's a three line whip.

Haven't you had enough of all that perversion?

No, no, no.

The vote.

Fuck the vote.

You're the only one who's seen this poxy rent boy.

Yeah.

You don't know how hard and how long I've had to fight

to get my foot in the door.

Now these two gentle men are going

to help you find that thieving bastard

and get the briefcase back.

I'd understand if it was a girl,

but you're supposed to be a member of parliament.

[music playing]

MAN: I swear I ain't got the money, man.

Hones to--

Where's my bleeding money?

[crashing]

You better get it today!

[interposing voices]

[birds chirping]

Well, how'd it go then?

Don't ask.

Oh.

You want a cab?

You stupid bastard!

Why don't you get out the way?

Didn't that do enough, the walkway is curved.

Yo.

Hi, Abel, man!

Shit.

Wow.

This is the [inaudible].

Nice to see you, guy.

Listen, bro, I'm a bit short of money.

You want to buy a briefcase?

Genuine fucking pig skin-- the bollocks, man!

Look, carved initials.

Shit.

You could always get them erased.

Give me anything you've got.

Ariel, I've lost all me money.

You?

Skint?

No, man.

I don't believe it.

It's not for drugs.

It's for me mom.

I done her money.

[music playing]

No.

I want to keep a clear head.

You having something off, are you?

Listen, I tell you, man, bring me on it, man!

No.

You want someone trustworthy and reliable.

I'm your man!

I'm a shit at lookout.

I's all over. -Oh!

Lookout?

I make me name as a lookout.

I was looking out to faces and marks

when your grandmother was a twinkle

in your great grandfather's eye.

Not much call for lookouts in plumping.

-Plumbing? -Plumbing?

What's that?

Like computer hacking?

Breaking bank codes and that?

Shit, man.

My brother always said that the two years that him and Abel

did together in Albany were the most

informant ever in his life.

Yeah?

And what's he doing now?

15 years for armed robbery.

Exactly.

Plumbing-- sinks and drains.

What?

Nicking them and selling them?

Repairing them for money.

Got to think about the future.

Abel, man, I thought you was the future.

[wheels screeching]

Jesus!

Sorry, fellas.

[inaudible].

[police siren blazing]

Sorry.

Sorry, Abel.

I just can't understand.

I always thought you was the one who was going to make it.

Maybe I will.

Yeah.

As a plumber.

What a waste of all them criminal skills.

All that there.

I can't open the bastard.

It's a shame to damage it.

I tell you what-- you're the expert-- take it off my hands,

unlock it, we'll go halves on what's inside.

Didn't you hear what I just said?

I'm finished with all that now.

Yeah.

All right, man.

Sorry.

[music playing]

He ain't got it.

What?

The briefcase.

Don't worry.

He'll tell us where it is.

Check the cab, eh?

Can't look the gift horse in the mouth--

against my principles.

Here, Abel, you really serious?

You know, plumbing and that.

Can't face going back inside, Wag.

Ah, shit.

All a load of bollocks, if you as me.

Keep on rocking, mate.

That's my motto.

Get the razzle.

Taxi!

[music playing]

[baby crying]

[banging]

Well, I--

Everything goes ahead as planned.

All you'll have to do is to keep your mouth shut

and stay out of public toilets.

[dialing]

[knocking]

All right.

What's that mean?

Just passing-- passing through.

Today is the day.

Know what I mean?

No.

[sniffing]

Can I wash my face?

[inaudible], man.

Know what I mean?

Yeah.

What's this?

It's a book.

It looks like we arrived just in the nick of time.

Hey, we wanted to talk.

We think you're our man.

Oh, really?

We figure you must be under some financial pressure,

the way you was throwing good money after bad with the cards

last night.

I had no idea things were this bad.

I think I'm doing OK.

Living like this?

You got to make sacrifices.

I can't afford to make sacrifices,

I've got a fucking mortgage to pay, you know what I mean?

We was thinking-- we're a face short, Abe,

and we think you're our man.

A little powdered stuff we sell in the streets.

Piece of piss.

Want do you reckon?

No.

I've got other plans.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Hold on.

So let's it then?

No?

Yeah.

Yeah.

No.

No way.

Guns.

It's crazy.

If I were you, I'd go home and sleep on it.

Oh, no way, Jose.

No can do.

Today is the day.

Know what I mean?

Listen, Abe, do us a favor, lend us a cab fare?

No.

[music playing]

[clock ticking]

[clock chiming]

[loud crash]

[music playing]

[coughing]

Wake up.

For fuck sakes, wake up!

[slapping]

[vomiting]

[heaving]

I was really pigged out, wasn't I?

Do you want an honest answer?

Go to sleep and you might not wake up again.

You better stop hassling me and let me sleep!

I'm going to ring a taxi and go home.

This is your home.

All right.

Why don't you ring a taxi then?

Ambulance.

Yeah.

I don't know how this person is,

but I can assure you we do not need an ambulance.

I'm fine.

I'm well.

I couldn't be better.

Oh, that's a relief.

I'll be off then.

I don't remember meeting you last night.

You don't?

No.

Oh, well, we all have our crosses to bear.

Mine is having an instantly forgettable personality.

I've tried books from the library on how to become

a really interesting person.

[yawning]

All to no avail.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

We've got a mate.

Hello?

Who is this?

[mumbling]

No need to humor me, you've forgotten me.

So what?

Happens all the time.

I don't see how I would.

You see, I don't have many--

Drugs.

No.

I don't have any-- I have no colored people.

Sorry.

Friends.

Black.

I still can't place you.

That's not surprising.

You were out of your skull.

And I invited you here?

Yeah.

You're awfully good looking.

Yeah.

I know.

And you're awfully stoned.

Now get into the bath, will you?

Sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look, I'm sorry.

I don't do this sort of thing.

I've got a boyfriend.

Oh, god, this is awful.

I don't remember a thing.

[crying]

I'm going to give it up.

This time, I really mean it.

I'm really determined.

And now no one's going to believe me.

[sobbing]

I do.

I'm sorry, I don't remember your name.

Oh, you've forgotten my name.

It's OK.

I'm used to it.

But everything's in that briefcase.

We know who's got it-- an elusive spade.

We'll find me.

And I hope you'll be a touch more subtle.

An accident.

Some of my associates were a little but overenthusiastic.

They have been severely reprimanded.

They will do better next time.

They better because the Americans

are very touch on this one.

I want to meet the Americans.

I've got some questions.

Real soon, yes?

Sure.

No problem.

[phones ringing]

Um-- what-- do-- what do you-- I mean--

could you score for me?

I could, but I won't.

I just need some to get through the rest of the day.

I thought you said you was giving it up.

I am.

I will.

Tomorrow.

Well, why don't you try telling that

to the little pink elephants that fly about in the sky?

It was the first time I ever-- I only had a little.

It was my last one.

Well, if it was your last, why are

you asking me to score for you?

What makes you so bloody clever, Mr. High and Mighty?

I don't do drugs.

Oh, big round of applause for the superhero.

You got friends?

Friends?

Yeah.

You know, people you can call.

I'll have you know, I have many friends.

And there are lots of people I could call, if I so chose.

Good.

Because I got to go.

[music playing]

Here he comes!

Get down!

Armed police!

Drop the gun!

[shots firing]

Where's the black one?

He got away.

He must have got out back.

Shit!

The bathroom!

[dogs barking]

[police radios buzzing]

Back!

Stay back!

Stick it for prints.

Be quick about it.

[music playing]

[typing]

[phones ringing]

POLICEMAN: Got a match, sir.

His name is Abel Rose.

And old friend of ours, I think, sir.

POLICEMAN: Let's get a warrant.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Ah.

Come in.

Abel Rose.

I live upstairs.

Pedro [inaudible].

Pleased to meet you.

It's only in London, you live next door to someone for years

and not know their name.

I've, um-- well, I'm, uh-- with the milk.

Milk?

Yeah.

I'm the one who takes it and I shouldn't have.

Oh, milk!

I'm not complaining.

Well, no, it was wrong.

I should have asked.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to pay.

No.

Keep your money.

Money is nothing.

[police radios buzzing]

POLICEMAN: Hup, hup, hup!

When will you young boys realize crime doesn't pay?

I Haven't done nothing!

Then what are they doing in front of your doorstep?

[police sirens blazing]

For once, I give it up!

I'm in nothing that calls for that!

I mean, what is it here?

I'm trying to start a new life.

I'm trying to live by the rules.

POLICEMAN: Abel Rose!

I have a warrant for your arrest.

You're wanted for armed robbery.

Open the door!

I swear on my life, I've never touched a gun.

Oh, shit.

Get the door.

Why are you there, man?

You're not thinking of jumping through-- it's five floors up,

you know?

You'll end up like mashed potatoes.

[banging]

[crashing]

[yelling]

[children playing]

MAN: (ON PHONE) But deep down, I have this [inaudible].

Oh, I see.

MAN: (ON PHONE) He wants you at the party!

What a shame.

Well, all you've got to do is stand there and look pretty.

He wants you there!

I can't see any point in mowing the lawn

with all this shit about.

Oh, yes.

Sorry, Edward.

All I'm saying is, turn up for a night.

Now that can't hurt, can it?

Then you can come back to London, do whatever you like.

Are we that close?

Well, fuck it, sweetheart.

I'm not going to be made guilty for safeguarding my career.

Let's not kid ourselves-- it's kill or be killed out there.

Sometimes you can be a real pain.

If I were you, I'd turn up.

Your father's fucking angry.

And if you ask me, he's got a right.

[laughing]

You know something?

I think I just don't care about you anymore.

[engine starting]

[music playing]

This is definitely going to be my last one.

I know I said that yesterday, but this time, I'm really--

Determined.

That's right.

Time to get my shit together.

Aren't you going to try and stop me?

Do you want me to?

[foghorn blowing]

--[inaudible] electronics-- that's the future.

I was informed you were concerned

about some of the subclauses in our agreement.

I just wondered why we should be importing spare parts

from Washington on a regular basis,

especially when my miniature televisions for export

were supposed to be thoroughly British.

We're all very excited about your expansion into Europe.

I also wondered why your firm should

own ranches and a fleet of light air crafts in Honduras.

I was led to believe you were man who

understood our requirements.

I know you're going to think I'm a complete doof,

but I don't know what you're talking about.

Just do as we ask and everything will be fine.

It's my firm!

I own over 50% of the shares.

I got lawyers, accountants, documents.

Well, without the finance from the investors I represent,

you'd have been unable to complete the acquisition.

You owe us.

I owe nobody nothing.

I'm paying interest.

Certain conditions that had to be met.

I'm meeting them.

I'm talking about the future, not

some Mickey Mouse, cloak-and-dagger delivery

service.

You really have no choice.

I really don't appreciate being told what

to do by some American sod.

[gasping]

We'll be in touch.

[music playing]

You're not going, are you?

Well, no.

Not unless you want me to.

No.

No.

Please, stay.

Can I get you anything?

Tea?

Coffee?

Tea.

OK.

Tea it is.

Nice place you got here.

It's not mine, it's daddy's.

I'm nothing well than a glorified housekeeper,

allowed to run on the place as long as I

remain on my best behavior.

Is that your car?

Car?

Out the front.

The old Citron.

[inaudible] me dad.

Doesn't even bother to drive.

I'm sorry.

I don't seem to have any tea or coffee.

How about Pepsi?

Sugar free.

No.

It brings me on a rash.

Oh, god.

I'm sorry.

No.

It was only a joke.

Oh, really?

A joke.

Pepsi's fine.

[music playing]

In Pepsi?

A joke.

So tell me about yourself.

There's nothing much to tell.

Well, what do you do for a living?

A bit of this and a bit of that.

Man of mystery, huh?

Not really.

I'm right in the middle of deciding what

to do with the rest of my life.

It's like that for me every bloody day.

I wake up and I think, that's it.

Right.

I've got to do something with my life.

But what?

I just don't know.

So what are your plans?

My options have sort of evaporated.

I need to get out of London.

Don't we all.

I've got a friend who owns a cottage on the Norfolk coast.

I'm going up there tomorrow for a couple of weeks.

Would you like to come along?

Me?

No.

No, no, no.

I couldn't ask my father.

Well, I'm not inviting him.

Just you.

I don't know you.

I saved your life, didn't I?

What more do you need to know?

Are you serious?

We'd go, just like that?

I don't see you've got anything better to do.

You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?

One of us has to be.

Can I borrow your car?

Sorry?

Out the front.

Your car.

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing.

A few loose ends need tying up.

[music playing]

Do you want us to sort her out, gov?

No, you pair of boneheads.

Just get me that briefcase.

I'll deal with her later.

Is nobody straight?

[sneezing]

You OK?

Breath in with your-- here.

[police sirens blazing]

[sneezing]

[coughing]

Take it easy.

Everything's going to be all right.

Thanks a lot, man.

I got to go.

Go.

So this is the lady you are willing to jump

four floors for?

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Can't really hang about.

Police-- you know what I mean?

Name is Pedro.

Please to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

[sneezing]

Listen, I have some Lemsip upstairs--

No.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate it, man.

Thanks a lot.

Good.

Good luck to you both.

Yeah.

[coughing]

You should have stayed in the car.

While you save the world.

The bloke I'm going to see is a junkie.

Well, I'm not, so I'll be fine.

[knocking]

Is he in?

I've got something for him.

He's in the living room.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

What happened?

He OD'd and fell off the roof.

Why did he want to go up to the roof?

That's what I keep asking myself.

Cause he's a junkie.

Junkies never know what they're doing.

Don't speak like that!

He had to have a bit of fun.

He didn't drink.

He looked after us as best he could.

[sneezing]

[coughing]

I'm sorry, I've got a cold.

Take it, please.

No.

Thank you, no.

Take it before he changes his mind.

We don't want charity.

It's not charity.

I owed him the money.

No.

Thank you.

I'm really sorry.

So am I.

Halves to your mother, all right?

If there's anything I can do--

You can't bring back from the dead, can you?

[sneezing]

You ain't got no cold.

You're just a junkie like my brother.

[sniffling]

I've had enough.

I'm ready.

I'm going to be reliant on you, so you

better mean what you say.

Now wait a minute!

If--

[loud crash]

Hello.

Now where's that bloody briefcase?

What the hell?

Come on!

Quick!

[music playing]

Got him by the balls, Bill.

[crashing]

[panting]

Hey!

Back this way!

[wheels screeching]

Come on!

Keep moving!

Shit!

[wheels screeching]

[cars crashing]

What's going on?

What briefcase?

The briefcase in the back of your car--

it brought us together, it belongs to that bloke

we've just been to see.

I don't want to go up to the roof.

What does he want with his briefcase?

It wasn't Ariel's briefcase as such.

He stole it.

Stole it?

[gasping]

[screaming]

[glass breaking]

Oh my god!

They're in the lift.

Are you a criminal?

What a bleeding question!

Who is a criminal?

Is your father a criminal?

I don't want to talk about my father!

And it wasn't meant to be a philosophical debate either,

just a personal question!

Oh, yeah.

Very personal.

Are you a smackhead?

Shouldn't we be getting back to the car?

All we have to do is get there.

Where are you going?

Well, down there.

No way.

It's only the first floor.

I can't!

There's no such thing as can't.

[panting]

Jump!

Quick!

I can't!

I'll-- I'll catch you!

You'll drop me!

Have a little faith.

Would it matter to you, if I was a criminal?

Does it matter to you that I'm a smackhead?

Nah.

No.

Yeah?

Come in. [inaudible].

You can say that again.

You'll, uh-- you'll bring it back?

What do you take me for?

I didn't mean it like that.

You'll be coming back?

You're not going to disappear.

I'll bring the car back to your parents tomorrow night.

And then we're away, out of this mad city.

Do you think I can be trusted on my own til then?

I hope so.

Before I forget, there's an open window

at the back of your house.

Lock it and keep it locked.

OK.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

[engine revving]

[knocking]

Well, open the curtains.

[church bells ringing]

[banging]

I swear, you two are staring redundancy right in the face.

Terrific.

(READING) Losing my briefcase was

a cat-- to a series of events that

led me to re-evaluate my life.

And I find myself unable to justify

the continuance of my sordid and pathetic existence.

Too right.

Suicide?

Yeah.

That was my guess.

I'll tell you what, he didn't leave much to chance, did he?

Sir Horace fucking Wimbol!

What's all this?

Time to go back home, son.

Trinidad calling.

But this is your home.

Uh, uh.

This is your home, your country and all that are born here.

You've got to stay and deal with it, not me.

Yeah, but--

They never made me welcome in this blasted place.

Anyway, some fool come and offer me five times

what I paid for this.

Now what the hell I want to hang around in this godforsaken

country any longer for?

And my wife and children back home already.

Yeah.

Spill the beans.

Big trouble.

Big trouble, man.

Members of parliament, top NSLs, knights

of industry pushing smack.

What's this country coming to?

Sir Horace fucking Wimbol.

Sir Horace Wimbol has a daughter.

I'll take the spade and the briefcase.

Just like old times, eh?

What?

You mean like the war?

[puffing inhaler]

[music playing]

I've got half of the London police force after me,

Ariel's dead because of what's in there,

and I can't get this lady out of my mind.

Yeah.

So you want to be getting out of London.

This going to keep you out of trouble,

so you better be holding on to this, son.

Now look, don't take this the wrong way, huh?

With all this trouble, the last thing you need

is some junkie holding onto you--

Oh, that is not--

Abel, you got to be practical, son.

She's going to give it up!

And you believe she?

I know so.

I'm going to help her.

Oh, since when you become a doctor or social worker?

Since I met her.

Ah, cool it.

Cool it.

If that is the way you feel, just-- just go

with the flow, all right?

Be careful, you hear me?

Keys to the cottage.

My little piece of England.

[coughing]

EDWARD: A weekend in the country will

do us both a world of good.

ELIZABETH: I'm not staying a weekend.

[sniffling]

EDWARD: You're not?

ELIZABETH: No.

EDWARD: Oh, I see.

Well, perhaps I should phone ahead and let

them know we're on our way?

ELIZABETH: Don't worry, Edward.

I'm not going to run away.

I want to see my father.

Well, I assumed that Mr. Dirk-Brown's

quest for legitimacy and respectability was a cover.

Perhaps if you spent less time stuffing your nostrils

with illegal substances and more time thinking

about what you're supposed to be doing,

we wouldn't find ourselves in this position.

Sorry.

I--

You've been a great disappointment to me, Edward.

We're fixing you up in Hong Kong.

Pack tonight, leave tomorrow.

[clock ticking]

But there's-- Elizabeth.

Another hopeless case.

Your flight leaves at 0900 hours.

Goodbye, Edward.

[interposing voices]

Your father wants you in the study.

Thanks, Edward.

But I wanted to tell you--

No.

No, not this time.

You'll enroll in Dr. Bradstreet's clinic--

an eminent specialist in your particular brand of feebleness.

If you refuse-- well, as far as we are concerned,

you will cease to exist.

No more last chances.

[clock ticking]

Mommy?

We are as one in this.

It's your mother you have to thank

for this final opportunity.

As you know, I have always believed

you were a hopeless case.

[crying]

[music playing]

[door slamming]

[heaving]

[vase breaking]

[whispering]

-After you. -No.

You have it.

I've already had some and you've just arrived.

Thanks.

Gloria Kane, 13th National Bank of Kansas.

Nicky Cody, Gatting, Gravely, and Greed.

Oh, I haven't heard of them.

Oh, it's a small Nigerian bank, looking to expand in the UK.

Yes.

Aren't we all?

Yeah.

It's a bargain.

There's a supreme kind of irony in natural justice

that we, once the colonies, are now colonizing the colonies.

[gasping]

Hi, darling!

I'm so glad you've arrived.

I was getting worried about you.

Attention is not what I need right now.

Can't leave you alone five minutes without you flirting

with some American boot.

You're not to talk to that woman.

She's not very nice at all.

ABEL: Let's get out of here.

There's someone I want you to meet first.

Mommy?

Mommy, are you here?

She's probably hiding away in the cupboard

somewhere, waiting for the guests to leave.

Are you OK?

How is it no matter how hard you

sometimes try to please someone, you

have just the opposite effect?

My father and I have a relationship like that.

We've got to go.

No.

I wanted you to meet my mother.

I wanted to tell her to stop being afraid.

Well, leave her a note.

It's took the sort of thing you can leave in a note.

Don't be afraid.

I've gone off with some strange man.

She'd totally freak out.

If she saw you, then she'd know.

We really must be gone.

I really like you.

Yeah, I know.

I missed you.

I risked everything for you and you couldn't

stay off that shit for one day?

I was feeling bad.

And I took some heroin.

I am an addict.

A junkie.

What did you expect?

Snow White?

I've parked the car outside by the front gates.

I'll pick you up by the front door.

[music playing]

Come to Hong Kong with me.

I'll pay.

Edward, I wouldn't go to the duck pond with you.

Well, where are you going?

Away.

[interposing voices]

[car speeding]

[wheels screeching]

You'll never guess who I've just seen.

[gulls squawking]

Yeah.

Gov ain't going to be able to say we fucked this one up, eh?

[foghorn blowing]

[gasping]

Shh.

Oh, god!

[heaving]

[knocking]

I'm from next door.

Some jam?

Oh.

Um-- cheers.

Afternoon.

[phone ringing]

Hello, gov.

MR. DIRK-BROWN: (ON PHONE) Get back to [inaudible].

But we've got him!

Go on, tell him!

Tell him!

MR. DIRK-BROWN: (ON PHONE) That American bitch

has only taken out a contract.

Jesus.

Yeah.

All right, gov.

Bye.

Did you tell him?

[grunting]

[music playing]

I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble.

It's not trouble at all.

[moaning]

[crashing]

[crying]

All I wanted was a glass of Coke.

You should have asked.

I wanted to do something for my self.

[waves crashing]

[laughing]

[playfully groaning]

Isn't that-- isn't that all about think thin and train?

Well, the way I had it figured, somebody

has to do the dirty work.

But why you?

Let's be honest, it came to me in a flash

as I was sitting in my prison cell.

As one does.

Yeah.

I read a book about a bloke who became a plumber

via correspondence course.

So I'd pay the 100 quid and ended

up owning half a dozen shops.

My god!

Well, I thought if it's that simple-- I'm not stupid.

So I thought I'd give it a bash.

And then I met you.

And?

And now I don't have to work cause you've got a rich father.

I'd rather forget about my father.

I forgot about your father the night I met you.

I never know whether to believe you or not.

Well, you can now.

[kettle whistling]

Good afternoon.

Hi.

Hi.

Drink coffee.

You're well.

Thank you.

How are you?

Fine.

You look really well.

Thanks to you.

[music playing]

I keep thinking, I could have said something to Ariel.

I could have warned him.

About the horrors and dangers of taking drugs?

He wouldn't have listened.

He knew that.

Maybe.

And maybe it's because I didn't want to lose his respect

by being like all the others and coming down on him

with lectures and warnings.

And like them, I had no alternatives.

Maybe if I wasn't trying to be so hard to be a Mr. Big Shot--

Mr. Super Cool-- maybe I could have helped

him live a little longer.

What could you have said that he

hadn't been told by a million people and knew himself?

Yeah.

Sure.

Tim I stopped running, went back, worked out real life,

myself.

Me, too.

Find a job, my own home, then stand on my own two feet.

And live like people and use public transport.

Do we have to?

If you want to be normal, I suppose we do.

Not just yet then.

No.

[car wheels screeching]

[police radios buzzing]

You [inaudible].

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Son, get in!

Get in!

He was with me at the time the crime was committed.

I'm sure the detectives will find that all very

interesting, madame.

But I'm afraid you can't see him.

Why?

What have you done to him?

If you as much as--

They've taken the suspect up to London for further questioning.

Eh, yi, yi, yi, yi.

Give it up, son.

We've got you this time.

Your prints are on the gun.

If you didn't do it, how did they get there.

I've told you.

If it wasn't you, who was Spike, his partner?

[music playing]

Copies of this will go to all the news media.

The originals will go to the police.

Where are the originals?

None of you're bleeding business.

Abel Rose.

He's being held at West End Central.

The originals?

When Abel is free and the check has cleared.

[interposing voices]

It can be taken care of.

[loud explosion]

Oh!

[music playing]

So-- so this is it, eh?

For Ariel's mother.

What?

Terrence, you're a trouble.

Trouble.

Well, maybe if I'd read more books, been better educated,

been to Oxford, or Cambridge, or something, maybe

I could find the words.

Perhaps you'd like a glass of water?

I thought the sun shined out of your ass.

And what do I find?

No honor.

What is all this bullshit about honor?

What the fuck is it you want?

Something you've taken away and can't give back.

She tried to fucking kill me.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Employment, no bleeding drugs.

That would have been easy.

[phone ringing]

We can still make a deal.

No.

You, Horace, are a greedy, selfish, bastard.

So I tell you what, we're going to have

a big bang all of our own.

[shots firing]

Thank you so much.

It's smart to be insured.

Yeah.

We'll be able to get out of this shit house now.

Thanks.

Well, bye.

Bye.

Bye.

I hope you two will be really happy together.

Don't worry, we will.

You know, the day we met, I was breaking into your house.

But I've given it up now.

No withdrawal symptoms.

ELIZABETH: You mean, I didn't pick you up the night before?

ABEL: No.

[laughing]

ELIZABETH: You bastard!

[laughing]

[music playing]