Original subtitles

(Police siren)

You can do this.

You can do this, come on.

Come on...

This is it, come on.

It's all over. You can do it.

You're the fucking man.

(Man screams)

(Washing up noise)

- All right, son? - Yeah.

Did you sleep well? Did you have a nice sleep?

-Yeah? - No.

- No? - Not nice dad...

-It wasn't nice? - Nah...

Eat up, Ray.

Can you post this for me today?

Eat up darling.

It's important, don't forget.

(Car honks)

That's my lift.

Ray, give me kiss. Can I have a kiss?

You have a lovely day. Look after daddy.

Will you look after daddy today?

I love you darling. I'll see you after work.

I know...

I'm going to eat your hand.

Bye, bye darling. Please get the car fixed.

Promise not to take Ray on the bike.

Good?

You've done it? Watch your fingers.

You cut it, what about this one?

- I've done it! - Do you want a moustache?

- Hello, how are you today? - Good.

Good boy.

Chop that mushroom up.

Can you do it?

- Yeah... - Yeah, that's it. Good boy.

Watch your fingers.

No, don't put your fingers there. Hold it like that.

Yeah, that's it.

You got it? Push it.

Yeah, it's XV-6119.

119

XV 6...

1-1-9

Can you tell me what the salary is?

(Children TV show)

Hey Angie.

- How are you doing? - Yeah, good...

I was going to take Ray to the park, but it looks like it's going to rain.

Yeah...

- He needs a run that one. - He has been cooped up all day.

Everything all right?

Yeah, you?

- Yeah, fine... - Good.

What's that?

It's a little froggy, look.

Come froggy...

Do you want to touch it?

No...

- Why not? - Because I don't like it.

- You don't like frogs? - No...

Come say hello.

I don't want to put it on my bike.

-You don't want it on your bike? -No

- Do you want to put it on your head? - No

- Should daddy put it on his head? - No, yeah...

- I'll put it on my head. - Yeah.

He's walking.

What's he doing?

Walking on your head.

No, he's all right, he's playing on the...

I'm going to do it myself.

I'll fix it myself.

Because I'm not paying him 300 quid, when I canpick one up for 60.

It's just a fan belt Han.

Hanna he's not a mechanic.

Why are we even having this conversation?

Yes...

I said so didn't I?

I got to go.

Tonight?

Fuck.

You've had your hair done, haven't you?

Yeah, did you notice? I just had a little trim.

- You had it layered at the back. - Yes, thank you.

- I know all the terminology. - You didn't notice.

- Well, I noticed now. - Okay.

- It's lovely right? - Yeah, it's very nice.

You haven't got a drink.

I'm fine, I'm on lemonade.

- No, come on. - Don't worry.

I'm going to get you a drink. Come on, I'll get you a drink.

- I'm all right. Actually, I'm all right. - No, let's get you a drink.

-Cheers to Mussolini. -Cheers to Mussolini.

It's a party, it's a party.

Red wine, beer...

We share the same office, we're sitting together.

He's fine.

Listen, I've got a friend, who lives down South...

Lambeth area...

He's in the telephone marketing business.

You can operate a phone, can you? How is your telephone manner?

What that's it?

It's all right, you can learn on the job.

The thing is, I'll be able to get you cash, right?

Cash in hand.

You got to travel down there, and start at 7 o'clock...

But it's only for a little while.

That means, if you are out there working...

like a proper bloke...

Your wife could come back and look after Ray.

All right, David?

And you know, you get a more balanced home life.

What do you reckon?

Well, sounds really good.

- I tell you what... - You all right?

Listen, listen, listen...

Yeah, I'm fine.

You've got to have a plan though.

A man is not a man without a plan. You know what I mean?

Nietzsche said that.

(People chat)

(Laughs)

This is man management, this is what you are talking about.

This is what I'm talking about.

(Music and loud chatter)

You all right?

- Do you want any food? - No, I'm fine.

- Why did you say that to Anton? - What?

- Why did you say it to Anton? - What did I say to Anton?

About not working and all that.

He just gave me the third degree.

I just said you haven't had work for a while.

- I told him about your business. - What business is that of his?

It's not any... come on...

What do you mean come on? What has that got to do with him?

He's my boss, I tell him stuff, sometimes...

You tell him stuff about me?

He was asking how you're doing & how the business was going...

I just said, you know, it's falling apart a bit.

You told him the business was falling apart?

What the fuck has that got to do with him?

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Maybe he can help you out.

Helping me out? Like telephone marketing?

Is that going to help me out? How is that going to help me out?

Listen, we are having a conversation about shit.

- Oh, lovely. - You have to join in.

- You're really missing out. - Because I'm an authority on the subject.

She knows all about shit.

(Dance music)

- I told you I was rubbish. -You're not, you're fantastic.

- You didn't tell me you went dogging.

- I went dogging on several occasions.

- In the Hornsey area... - Yeah, in the Hornsey area?

- Alexandra Palace - You know all about that.

Yeah, yeah, I know...

-What's the worst thing you've seen? -You!

You with your mum.

(Door closes)

I like American literature.

Anything that questions the American dream.

Anything post WWII, any playwrights, Arthur Miller, Sam Shepard...

love them all.

I like things about gender, sexuality, anything about that.

I love Rubyfruit Jungle, I love While England Sleeps...

I love Morris...

I love anything that makes you really think about...

how it used to be illegal...

to be gay.

I like female writers...

not feminist writers but female writers, you know...

I like Sylvia Plath...

I hate Shakespeare...

hate him, wanker. Can't understand a word he says.

-I can't stand Chaucer. -Oh, no... Chaucer...

Good to see you smiling.

Why, I don't smile that often?

No, not really.

(Man) Rianna.

Oh, fuck.

What did you think it was the misses?

Look at you.

Fuck me,I haven't seen you in years. You're looking well...

- you put on a few tone. - Yeah, I'm bulking up.

You look well, with the mullet and that.

No, don't start on my hair.

At least you've got some. I'm having the old flannel over.

I was going to say: It's Yul Brenner with a plate of spaghetti on his nut.

What do you want?

No, I'll get this.

-No, no, no... -Let me get it.

I'll have a large Black Russian.

What?

Look at the face, shitting himself!

You ain't changed much. Short arms, long pockets.

Get him a large Black Russian.

I'll have a Gin and Tonic, love.

Hey Bun, come here, he's getting a fucking drink in!

This is Bunny, he's from South London. This is David.

- What are you having? - Must be a solar eclipse.

A bottle of Becks, please.

- Where is Sue? - Out back, love.

I'll have a bottle of Becks, Gin and Tonic...

and a soda water and lime.

What?

- Yeah, I'm training. - What's that, eating competition?

To the Queen...

And you know what the Queen said...

if I had a pair of bollocks...

I'd be the King.

Brick...

Where the fuck did you get that?

That thing, it's all taken care of. That's the prize.

You didn't get that where I think you got it from?

Yeah, it's alright, sorted.

What?

I won it, I'm a winner.

You never won anything in your fucking life.

- You nicked it. - Yeah, I nicked it off the guy...

who won it. That makes me a winner.

Is your name on it?

That's just a technicality.

Josef Fedorov?

Get it out of here.

Fucking love you.

- You saying we ain't paid? -Ah, come on Sue...

we spoke a price. They're three and a half grand suits.

I only wanted monkeys.

I've been give a hundred quid in dribs and drabs.

What am I, some sort of cunt?

So go in there and tell him you're dissatisfied.

- That's why I'm talking to you. - And I'm on it...

You'll get your money just stop flapping.

You promised me a month ago.

No, tell a lie, two months ago...

you'd slip me in there. Even Bunny's back there getting seen.

What have I got to do?

When it's time, it will come.

End of.

You all right?

This is David, he's a very dear friend of mine.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise. You all right for a drink?

- Get him a drink. - No, Im good.

That's Brick...

All right mate.

And that's Sue.

Sue?

Sue.

Sue.

Me and David we grew up together, used to be partners.

Way back when...

He's a shrewd nut. He's got a couple of shops, he's online...

and everything. Does websites.

He's got the brain the size...

of a beach ball.

Websites?

Well, retail but I know people who specialize.

Hey mate, I've been trying to get online.

The only line you'll get on is the back off the fucking line.

That's for everything brains, looks...

personality.

You'll be on the back of my fucking hand in a minute.

Oh, you are awful.

No, seriously...

I could use someone who knows what they're talking about.

Well, if I can help...

I've had that broadband sent round, but the box is doing my head in.

He can't be coming round and doing that, he's busy, he's an executive...

he ain't a cable monkey.

I could help you to plug it in.

Come round and plug my box in.

No, seriously...

we're thinking about setting up a website for the club.

If you're serious we should have a sitdown and talk about it.

Yeah, have you got a card?

We're having the telephone system renewed...

It's probably best if I give you my mobile.

Hey, here, here... fuck that.

Watch this.

Bunny...

Get your bollock out.

Hey, we're talking.

It defies medical science. Have a look at his bollock.

I don't want to look at his bollock.

Be fair Sue, this ain't the first pair of bollocks you've seen.

Check it out.

Ronnie, you had something you wanted to say?

No, it can wait.

What's that?

I won it.

I won it, Tom.

I wondered if I could...

put it up there with Mal?

I got it for the bowling.

I was just saying to Brick and Sue...

maybe we get a team together.

To represent the club?

Make sure, they pay for their drinks.

See you out back in five.

It's a fucking peach though, innit?

This way.

It's a dinosaur!

I want my mummy.

Mummy will be home in a minute.

I need my mummy.

All right, all right...

She'll be back in a minute.

We'll go to bed, I'll read you a story.

I don't want to go to sleep.

(Man) I said pull it, not bloody push it.

(Audience laughter)

Hey.

Hey.

Where's Ray?

He's in bed.

Oh, great.

What?

You said you were going to keep him up.

It's half past nine.

I told you, I was stuck in a meeting.

He was tired, he was getting cranky.

What do you want me to do?

Ray...

Mummy is here.

(Very loud club music)

(People scream)

Anyone else?

Fuck off, fuck off!

Fuck off!

Friday night...

up in the Gods bar, giving it the biggen. Saturday...

Sin? Nah...

-Oranges Don't Dance, wasn't it Ron? -Yeah.

30 handed, staunch...

Tear ups,

- you lot wouldn't stand a fucking chance. - Listen to him, cheeky cunt.

To the death mate...

proper thermo.

And that was just us. Caused a fucking riot up the Buzz bar.

Remember that Ron, the Buzz bar?

Fucking murders...

Summer of love, wasn't it Dave?

I had 28 stitches on my nut.

A big fucking black geezer from Sommers Town.

- He pulled out a ucking harpoon gun. - Fuck off.

The guy had a fucking harpoon gun. He thought he was Jacques Cousteau.

I was caught up in a bunker for two days, had to shit in a petrol can.

You laugh, I'd have died if it wasn't for him.

This geezer saved my fucking life.

- I'll never forget that mate, never. - You'd do the same, wouldn't you, Dave?

Well, probably not.

(Short circuit)

Clever.

Bedroom.

Ray!

Daddy scared me.

Do you want to watch a movie?

I don't want to go to work.

Take the day off then. Take all year off for all I care.

- Yeah, like I can just do that. - What's stopping you?

The fact that you haven't brought a penny into the houshold for a year.

- Oh, is that a fact? - Yeah!

- It is a fact. - This is typical of you.

I'm just stating what's there.

You've had everything laid at your feets for years.

I've worked my arse off for years.

And now I want to stay at home, now I want to be a mum...

I've earned it!

Do you think I planned it this way?

Do you think this is what I want?

I don't know what you want, David. You never let me in!

Like you take an interest.

Oh, go on, tell me, what is this great plan of yours?

I'd really like to hear it, because I don't see any plan.

Do you think I'm not looking for work?

I don't know?

Where's the CV? Where's the job interviews?

What do you think I do all day?

It's beyond me to be honest with you.

You cheeky cow.

And who looks after your son?

- Or doesn't that count? - What's that supposed to mean?

What do you think it means? You're never here.

I don't have a choice.

You've always put your career first.

You put it before me, before Ray, you put it before everyone.

I don't put my career first.

I have to work because you've given up.

- Oh, I've given up? - Yes!

You've given up on yourself. You've given up on us.

You've given up on life.

(Children TV show)

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm good.

Let's put some music on.

(Loud club music)

(Men shout)

(Gentle dance music)

(When the night will come to me...)

(... when the night will come to me...)

I've let her down, Ron.

What?

My wife...

Hanna.

I can't even look her in the eye anymore.

Don't talk yourself down, have another drink.

Nah...

You're entitled to a night out. Everyone is entitled to a night out.

You work hard.

Listen, I need you to help me.

I thought you might be able to get me seen.

In the back...

with...

Evans and that.

Nothing too heavy, just the odd...

parcel. Like old times.

What are you talking about?

What do you want to get in the backroom for?

He's a dog, he fucks people in that backroom.

I'm already fucked mate.

I fucking lost it.

I lost everything.

The fucking...

business...

everything.

What do you mean you lost it?

What are you talking about?

I know, if I could just...

If I could get my foot in the back door.

Hold on, is that it?

Is that why you came back?

I've been living in that same flat for 15 years,

and you never knocked once.

- Don't be like that, Ron. - Don't be like what?

Make me right. Come on. Old Ronnie he's good for a laugh...

and a joke and that.

But bottom line, I'm a fucking embarrassment...

ain't I, Dave?

It wasn't like that.

If you'd have cared, you'd have rang, you'd have said...

Ron, I'm having a conference call, come round.

Don't you think that was my dream?

Do you think I want to be here, with these cunts.

Hey?

Look Dave...

you're a nice guy.

Go home, to your wife and kid.

Tell them that you love them. You're a lucky man.

This ain't for you.

(Man and woman argue)

What makes you so fucking special?

Everyone else does it, why can't you?

What do you want me to do?

Get out!

Get off me!

Off me!

- What the fuck are you doing? - Get your hands off me.

What the fuck are you doing? I'm trying to help you!

Do you know how sick I am, working for people like Tommy Evans?

- Don't talk like that. - Take your hands off me.

Do you want to tell him? Do you want to explain?

You fucking, stupid, fucking...

slag.

Tommy, stop it.

Fuck off, fuck off...

Are you fucking laughing now?

He's been snooping around.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Get him down, get him down...

Hey, take a good look. Look what you've fucking done.

Look what you've fucking done. You killed her.

You come in here, pissed out of your cunt...

and you fucking murdered her.

Get his fucking shirt off.

Oh, mate, it's all right. We are going to help you.

Get his shirt off.

Look at that...

you got blood all over you.

What a mess.

Don't worry mate, we'll sort it.

What have you done?

All over your nice new shirt.

You cunt...

Take his jeans off.

- Fucking calm down. - Stay down you cunt.

Calm down, calm down, calm down...

I love you.

Who is he, Sue?

Mate of Ronnie's.

Any potential?

No...

Bullshitter.

He had a business but he fucked it.

Is this your wife?

Over the next few days you're going to be thinking about your options.

Namely, that you have none.

You work for me now.

Clean him up, get him out of here.

Hurry up.

Don't fuck about.

Down on your knees.

On your knees!

Get your head down.

(Seat belt alarm)

(Seat belt alarm gets louder)

(Door closes)

(Boy sings children song)

That's what you're after.

Can I have two of them?

Come here, son.

(Boy sings children song)

(Children TV show)

Quick...

just get in.

We're going to Moorgate.

(Radio)

It won't be long.

Hey.

What's going on?

I got Ray in a cab...

I thought we could get the Eurostar.

Look, I've got food, passports...

What?

No!

- What are you talking about? - I thought we could get away.

You said, I've given up. I've not. I'm here for you.

What, no...

- Why not? - I've got a meeting in 5 minutes.

Cancel it.

I can't cancel it. I've got 6 months work up there.

Look, you said...

I'd given up. I've not, right.

I want to do something. I want to get away.

Look, I need you to take a chance with me.

I want you to come with me now.

Right?

Just trust me.

Just up and leave?

Yeah, and sort it out.

What do you mean, sort it out?

Sort us out.

Do you think we're going to take a trip to bloody...

Calais and everything is going to be fine?

Can't we just start with...

- Just get in the cab. -No, I'm not getting in the cab.

- Just get in the cab! - I'm not getting in the car!

Unbelievable.

We continue this later.

Hon...

All right?

Yeah, you?

Get in.

No, you're all right.

Get in the car, Dave.

I told you to stay out of there, didn't I?

I told you to go home. But you never listened.

Like you never fucking listen.

Now it's out of my hands, out of my control.

What's out of your control?

They want you to do something for them, Dave.

What to you mean, do something?

Same thing you did...

to that girl.

I didn't to anything to the girl, Ron.

Don't mug me off, Dave.

It wasn't me, Ron. It was Evans.

What did you say?

Now, they're going to ask you...

to do something for them and you're gonna do it.

And if you do it well...

this whole mess will blow over.

It will be forgotten about.

If you're talking about what I think you're talking about...

you've got the wrong man, Ron.

I can't do that.

Do you think he gives a fuck, whether you can do it or not.

I told you, he fucks people in that back room and now you're fucked.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the fucking car!

Have you seen the foxes today?

No...

It's in the...

in the forest.

- Have they got a fox house? - Yeah.

- Who lives there? - Mummy and daddy.

My mummy and daddy...

in a house.

Mummy and daddy go house...

- Why don't we do some colouring in? - I want to do this.

No, Ray I've told you...

We're not doing the stickers, we're doing the coulouring in.

Where're you going?

Come here.

(Phone rings)

Come and do some colouring in.

Ray...

come here.

- I don't want to. - I mean it.

Yeah?

You've got a pen?

- Yeah. - Don't write this down.

12 o'clock...

fucking grassing queer.

Ginger hair.

Sells his arse at Abney Park Cemetery.

Do you know it?

Do you fucking know it?

Yeah.

Don't be late.

Ray.

Angie.

Yeah.

- Can you have Ray for five minutes? - Of course...

- Now? - Yeah.

Cheers.

Hey Ray, come with me.

- I won't be long, all right. - OK. See you later.

Got it, yeah. Clocked it?

(Childer TV show)

(Phone rings)

Yeah, I've done it.

That's it over, right?

Ah, soaked...

Hey...

you're early.

What's going on?

I thought, I'd...

sit down.

Have some wine.

Table cloth?

Yeah...

Spaghetti...

Give me something to do.

- No, you're all right... - No, I'm going to help.

Well, you can cut that.

Did you have a good day?

No, not really. We sealed the deal but...

it was hard work.

I got a load of reports to write tomorrow...

but I'm not going to think about that tonight.

Good.

I was thinking, I might give Anton a ring.

Yeah.

Yeah...

To see if he's got something.

Yeah.

Work...

not tele sales.

You never know.

I'm going to fix the car tomorrow.

Yeah?

I miss you.

I miss you too.

Are you getting a funny feeling in your tummy?

Wow, look at daddy.

Competitive dad...

- I feel sick already. - Look at daddy...

All right?

OK.

Give me a kiss, Ray.

Give me a kiss.

Love you darling.

Look after yourself.

Push me...

See you later.

- Push me! - Shall I spin you?

Bye...

(Flips through TV channels)

(Phone rings)

Yeah?

We need you to do something for us.

What are you talking about? You said it was over.

What was over?

I did it!

You did what?

The cemetery, the guy...

What cemetery? What guy?

No, I've done it.

If you did it, we'd be reading about it in the papers.

I did what you said.

I've done what you told me. It's over.

You still owe us.

Be up West, 6.30. You'll get a call.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Angie!

Angie!

- Be a good boy. - Where are you going?

I'm going to work. Mummy will be back soon.

(Police siren)

Come on! You can do it. You can fucking do it.

Come on you cunt...

(Loud Music)

All right, mate? Are you having a fucking nice day?

Do that, you cunt.

(Man screams)

Do that...

you fucking cunt.

(Man screams)

Tommy!

Open the door, Sue.

Calm down Dave, calm down...

Open the fucking door, Sue.

I'm not going to do that, mate.

Calm down!

Tell me where Tommy is.

I don't know. He's not here.

- Where's Tommy? - I don't know, mate.

You got three seconds and I'll start shooting.

One...

two...

Fuck!

Now, where the fuck is Tommy?

I don't know.

Look...

He's gone away for a few days.

He's in Chelmsford. He's got a pub down there.

Calm down Dave, calm down...

Cunt.

(Heavy breathing)

David?

David?

Where's daddy?

He's gone to work.

He's gone to work.

- He's gone to work? - Yeah.

David?

Ray...

Listen, where is daddy?

He's gone to work.

He's gone to work?

Yeah.

- Hey. - Hi.

- You haven't seen David? - No, is everything all right?

Can you do me a favour...

- and have Ray, just for a little while? - Of course

Come...

Are you going to watch the dinosaurs? One, two, heavy.

- Yeah, good boy. - Thanks so much.

That's all right. Are you sure everything is OK?

Yeah, great, thank you.

Can you help me with the key? Can you do the key?

You're a big boy.

Get Ray...

get some clothes in a bag...

I'll explain everything in the car.

- Where's Ray? - What!

Where's Ray?

Where's Ray?

He's with Michael and Isabella. I'll go and get him.

You fucking liar.

- Just calm down. - Where's Ray?

You said you'd be here at six.

Don't you fucking dare.

I want to know what's going on.

- Just calm down. - Tell me what's going on.

Tell me what's going on.

Just calm down.

I'm calling the police.

- Don't do that. - Shut up.

Hanna, please don't do that.

Shut up.

Fuck.

Come here.

Stop it. You can't stay here, it's not safe.

I know where he is.

Don't worry, I'm going to bring him back.

Just stay calm.

All right, I love you.

(Muffled screams)

(Man) I'm out and about, leave a message. I'll get right back to you.

Ronnie...

he's got my boy.

He's got my baby, Ron.

Evans...

I know he's got a pub in Chelmsford. I don't know where it is. Phone me.

Phone me, please.

Oh, fuck...

Fuck!

(Muffled screams from boot)

Oh, no...

not now.

(Fan belt snaps)

Fuck...

fuck, fuck...

fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking idiot.

You fucking idiot.

(Phone rings)

(Man) Dave.

Ronnie, the pub, Evans, where is it?

Bundix Hill, what the fuck is going on?

Whatever happened, we can fix it. Tell me where you are.

-No, I'm all right. - No, no...

you listen to me for once in your fucking life.

Stay where you are and I'll come and get you.

- Yeah, no, I'm all right. - Don't be stupid.

(Phone rings)

Hon...

I know where he is, OK?

I'm going to bring him back.

I won't let you down...

trust me.

I won't be long, all right.

(Jukebox plays country music)

Where's my son?

Where's my son?

He's safe.

Clean that up.