Where's the kid?
Adios, big man!
I wanna tell you some things.
If I don't, it'll bother me that I didn't at least try.
I know people my age
who started washing dishes in a restaurant
when they were kids,
and then you fast forward 30 years
and they're still there working front of house
in the same bleedin' restaurant.
It's pathetic in a way, but it's what we all do.
Rinse and repeat, day after day, year after year.
Nothing changes.
But what I do isn't like washing dishes
or showing people to their tables.
What I do, it leaves a residue,
a stain that never goes away. It just accumulates in layers
until it covers everything,
until nothing is good.
So I wanted you to know I'm gettin' out.
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
Yes?
Ronnie Blake.
Harold.
Mr. Reynolds is, um...
He's sorry he can't be here in person.
That's all right. I understand.
How's the family?
They're fine, you know.
They're fine.
No.
Thirty-year-old Glenfarclas?
I'm knockin' it on the head.
Doctor's orders.
If that was me, I think I'd look for a new doctor.
Your girl?
She must be, what, 16 now?
-She'll be 20 in June. -Twenty?
All grown up.
If memory serves, I saw her in my 20th during one of my...
not infrequent sojourns at Her Majesty's pleasure.
But we can't go back though, can we?
No.
We can't go back.
They say that there's no honor among thieves.
In the organization we're in,
everyone has a price.
But not you.
You know why that is, don't you, Ronnie?
It's because you understand honor.
And you understand loyalty.
We know you'll do it right.
That's why the old man has so much faith in you, Ronnie.
You're a soldier, a man he can rely on.
The last of a dying breed.
Three!
Two!
One!
Hands up! Get away from the desk!
Put your hands up now! You stay where you are!
All right. Come play with your friends.
There's two more downstairs.
This shouldn't take long.
No one moves, no one talks,
and then no one gets hurt.
Please nod if you understand.
Good.
With these sacks on,
I can't tell which one of you is cryin'.
Is it you?
Don't stop. Keep going. Keep going!
Go and check it, man.
Yes, boss.
Help me!
Help!
What have you been up to?
Hmm?
Weren't you listenin' to the old fella?
No one moves, no one gets hurt, and all that.
Blah, blah, blah.
Nah.
I don't think so.
And that...
that's just plain rude.
I can't see what I'm bloody doin' now.
Please.
Now, that's better.
Please. Please.
Please.
What the fuck do you think you're doin'?
Your man here was trying to call the cops.
His hands are tied behind his back.
How the fuck was he gonna do that?
He was gonna cut 'em loose.
I got here just in the nick of time.
Right.
Let's get the fuck outta here before you kill someone else.
Sorry.
He drives like my grandma.
Shut up, man!
I've seen hearses go faster than this.
Keep it steady.
See, I told you we'd be all right.
Gun it.
That's the last of 'em.
All right, but how? How do you know that?
'Cause I've done this sort of thing before.
You get a sense for these things.
Look out!
You were supposed to keep your eyes on the fucking road!
-Fuck. -Where the fuck
did you get your license?
It just stepped out!
I don't think we hit it. Definitely didn't hit it.
Well?
We didn't...
-It don't matter. -Do you think that we...
We go.
Now.
Numbers, is it?
Yes, it is.
Right, go on.
Uh, any police?
Not anymore.
Um...
Mr. Laing was explicit that there were to be
no weapons beyond this point.
Oh, is that right?
Um, I'm just... telling you what his orders were.
-Yeah? -And Mr. Reynolds'.
And what if I don't want to do that?
Your clothes and your weapons, you get rid of them now.
I want reimbursing for that.
What about him?
I'm an accountant.
I've never held a gun in my life.
Don't I know you from somewhere?
No, I don't... don't think so.
That cloth you used to clean yourself with,
where is it?
Get rid of it.
What is that smell?
It's country air.
You'll get used to it.
Fuck me.
Nah. Nah. No way. No fuckin' way, man.
He say anything to you about animals?
No.
Oh, that's... that's marvelous, that is.
Jesus fucking Christ.
There are three bedrooms,
and it was Mr. Reynolds' stipulation
that I should take the upstairs room.
-Why? -Why?
As I understand it, there are three stout locks
on the inside of the door, and so the money
will be safest there.
Fair enough.
Uh, it's just his orders.
You understand? It's my orders.
He tell you how long we'd be cooped up here?
Just that, uh, when it's time, he'll send word.
It shouldn't be longer than seven days, he reckoned.
And that there'll be enough food and fuel
for at least a week, and that, um...
we were not to leave the house under any circumstances.
There's a bathroom upstairs.
A toilet cubicle, kitchen, lounge, and, uh,
two other bedrooms.
Two?
You two are sharing.
Oh, goody.
You should get the... the money.
I call top bunk.
Just don't talk or make any kind of commotion
before ten in the morning, and we'll be grand.
What's that?
That is my number one girl. Stellaphone ST451.
Top of the range, stereophonic sound,
and a fabulous low end.
It is rather heavy though.
I rather hoped one of you might...
give me a hand.
No.
You'll want to relax a bit,
or the next few days ain't gonna be easy.
I'm good, man.
Listen, don't think about what happened back there.
You gotta let it go,
or you just won't last.
You'll go under.
You'll drown.
You understand me?
I said I'm good.
It's been a long day.
I'm not hungry.
Eat.
Dinner, is it?
Well, thanks for the invite.
No hard feelings anyway.
Why don't we all have a drink?
Hey? Let bygones be bygones.
Oh, he's a character, isn't he?
So are you lads in? Hmm?
Come on!
Seriously?
We should be celebratin' a job well done,
not behaving like a bunch of Sisters.
It's been a long day,
and you've obviously had a few,
which has probably affected your judgment,
such as it is, but just to be clear,
you and I are not friends. We're not even close to that.
Celebratin' a job well done? Nah.
Your antics fucked things up big time,
and Mr. Reynolds will no doubt be very keen to know exactly
what happened if he hasn't washed his hands of us already.
And he'll also want to know why I allowed it to happen,
which isn't a conversation
I'm very much looking forward to.
So I advise you...
firmly, you understand, to steer well clear of me
till you and I are far away from here.
And I'm gonna look forward to never having to see
your fucking face again.
So that's a no then?
Fuck me.
Grady? What's that then? Surname?
Your Christian name?
It's my only name.
Mac says you saw some nasty business over the water.
Very nasty. That's what I heard.
It had its moments, yeah.
I'll give you that.
But now you're looking for other kinds of work.
I was always taught
the devil will prey on an idle man.
He also tells me that you don't show fear.
You got a high tolerance for pain.
You were tortured, a way back, by some Provos.
Practically left for dead, but you never talked.
That Mac sure has a mouth on him, doesn't he?
You see,
in my experience,
the fear of violence is often more effective
than getting your hands dirty, making a mess.
Mr. Reynolds, he doesn't much care for mess.
I'd say that's a philosophy that's done him proud.
So we understand each other?
Nice and clean.
No mistakes. Yeah.
And you listen to Ronnie.
Ronnie?
Sure.
Once I started working for Mr. Reynolds,
I didn't pay much attention to the world around me.
What it all means.
They say that if you get things down on paper,
it might make sense of everything.
I'm trying.
Maybe it's too late, but...
I'm trying.
Your boy's proving himself
to be a wee bit more amiable than yourself
and Mr. Top of the Pops up there.
Well, there's nothing else to do, is there?
It's no place for a young lad, I'll grant ya.
Trapped in the sticks with a bunch of hoodlums.
No radios. No TVs.
No cinemas or bars.
There you go.
I don't think that's a very good idea.
No one's holding a gun against his head, are they?
Besides,
missin' his lady friend, ain't ya?
I bet the pair of 'em were at it like a couple of jackrabbits.
Oh, stop!
Reminds me of my old Aunt Kelsee's place, this.
Out in the arse of nowhere, near Garvagh.
Fucking cursed, that place is.
Cursed?
Oh, yeah.
This place has got a similar ambiance, I can tell you.
How was it cursed?
Well...
the story goes, the locals out in Garvagh,
they didn't care for their chieftain too much.
Oh, we're going back a ways, obviously,
but they didn't have the balls to do anything about it.
So they hired someone,
an outsider, to do the dirty work.
And he stuck a knife in the chieftain's heart.
Blood everywhere.
But old chiefy, he was back again the next night,
...back out of his grave.
And he cursed the people, and he cursed the land.
See, their treachery
had turned him into one of the Marbh Bheo...
the walking dead. And ever since then,
nothing grows there except thorns.
Birds won't nest there.
The crops are no good in the fields all around.
And no one ever, ever goes there at night.
It's cursed Earth, just like this place.
Bollocks.
"Cursed."
Just 'cause you can't see something...
don't mean it isn't there.
That's quite a yarn.
Oh, no, it's fine.
Fuckin' hell!
So sorry if I startled you.
Uh, the tap upstairs is jammed,
and I just wanted to get a glass of water.
Didn't... didn't want to interrupt.
Care to wet your whistle with something
a little stronger, señor?
Yes. Why not?
Say when.
When.
Well now, there's a man who don't fuck about.
I'm sure I know your face from somewhere.
Did I see you at Mac's one time maybe?
I don't know of any Mac.
I have worked for Mr. Reynolds
for a long time.
Does seem a bit odd that our paths have never crossed.
Well, um, usually, I...
work what what you might call behind the scenes.
Well, you're on the main stage now, ain't ya?
Chin chin.
Well, thanks for that.
God.
One moment.
-Yes? -What's with the racket?
I'm enumerating the money,
as per Mr. Reynolds' instructions.
It's the middle of the night, and I'm trying to read.
Do you think you could enumerate it some other time?
If you insist.
It's not as if we're in a hurry, is it?
I don't think our itineraries are gonna be especially crowded
for the foreseeable.
I suppose not.
And you can give the music a rest too
while you're at it.
Oh, I didn't take you for a Dickens man.
No? And what kind of man did you take me for, exactly?
It's... it's not that I didn't--
He's wobbling, he's wobbling, he's wobbling!
"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness."
Oh.
Oh!
What the fuck have you done?
God...
Oh...
You sure you know what you're doin'?
I'm a man of many talents, me.
My uncle Jackie,
Aunt Kelsee's fella, he was a plumber.
I used to help him out in the holidays.
This system is from the dark ages though,
I reckon. Rusted to buggery.
There ya are.
She's off now.
I didn't do anything. What...
You filthy fuck.
We've now reached what you might call
a moment of crisis.
Still no word from Mr. Reynolds.
The food and fuel are running out,
and then there's, uh...
There's that.
What if he isn't gonna send anyone?
Mr. Reynolds?
What if he's decided it's too risky,
so he's just cut us loose?
What if the police have got to him?
Could be on their way here right now, for all we know.
Your imagination's runnin' away with you.
-And what if he's right? -Yeah?
My best guess is that your fun and games
with a certain security guard
has got a lot of people sniffin' around
and makin' a nuisance of themselves,
and Mr. Reynolds needs the four of us
to stay tucked away somewhere safe
until they stop sniffing.
And how long will that be?
Before or after we starve to death?
Well, whose fault is that?
What if we were to split it? Between us?
You're young.
I'll bear that in mind,
but I urge you to think very carefully
before you say something like that to me ever again.
So just to be clear...
your plan is for us to just sit here
and suck our thumbs, right?
-No. -No?
No.
We send him.
Him?
The lad can't stay awake for more than 20 seconds.
He'll be upside down in a ditch
before he makes it off the grounds.
He's got no direct link to the job. He's well spoken.
We tart him up a bit, there'll be nothing about him
that'll stir things up too much.
Well, I'm afraid that's completely
out of the question.
In my experience,
when Mr. Reynolds gives an order,
it's wise to follow it to the letter.
And in this instance, as I've already explained,
the order was that no one was to leave the house
under any circumstances.
And that includes me.
Well, Sleeping Beauty...
these aren't just any circumstances, are they?
The plumbing is fucked, you might've noticed that,
it being the reason the whole place smells worse
than a tanner's yard.
And we've got food and drink for maybe two more days at best.
So right now... ...I don't give a fuck
about your orders, you understand?
-Sit down. -Or what, big man?
Sit down.
Please.
-Who is it? -How the fuck should I know?
The police?
Well, if it is, they came on foot. There's no car.
That's a last resort.
We don't need another fucking bloodbath.
I'll take the lead.
Hello.
-Are you lost, love? -No. The boss sent me.
Then I suppose you'd better come in.
Hello.
My apologies. They're, uh...
They're not properly house trained.
What's your name?
C.
C?
What's that? A codename?
Short for Caroline or Cynthia or something?
You certainly look like you could be a Caroline.
In the Latin, that means a free and beautiful woman.
Did he say when he was coming?
The boss, I mean. Have you got any messages from him?
No. I don't deal with him directly.
I was just told that I should come here
to the house...
find out what you might need.
Well, we appreciate that.
Actually, you've just come in the nick of time
'cause we were starting to get worried.
Should we, uh, should we go into the kitchen?
I'm a little house trained.
Royce...
I'll check the cupboards, you write it all down.
Could, uh, could we have a word?
It can wait.
Ronnie, I... I need--
I don't want to take up too much of this young lady's time.
I don't know about that.
It's brought a breath of fresh air to the place, if you ask me.
Right, eggs, bacon,
sausages, cheese,
milk, orange juice...
Are you gettin' all this down?
I can help you with that, if you like.
Skipped too much school, is that it?
Too much time out and about, gallivantin'. Up to no good.
You reap what you sow.
Kids these days, eh?
Could you, uh...
Could you pop a couple of bottles of scotch on there
while you're at it?
Maybe round it up to half a case just to be on the safe side.
You have lovely eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?
Bright as a mountain stream, they are.
As I said, I apologize.
We've been here too long.
That won't be necessary.
It's all taken care of.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
If you could get a message to the boss,
it would put my mind at ease.
You tell him that what happened, what went wrong...
was out of control. It wasn't my fault.
I'll see you later.
Bye.
God.
Oh, she's a right goer, I reckon.
Proper filthy.
You even think about laying a finger on her...
and you're a dead man.
You're too sensitive.
I was just being hypothetical.
It's Mr. Reynolds' belief that we all have
a part that we're meant to play in the world.
So, when he found you trying to make off
with his Drophead Coupe on Uxbridge Street,
do you remember what he said?
-It was my lucky day. -Yeah.
And that we'd look after you.
Raise you right, provide you with a family.
Now, you'd seen something you wanted,
and you tried to take it.
There's nothing wrong with ambition.
Just gotta be channeled in the right direction.
And like I said, it's his belief that, sometimes,
these things happen for a reason.
What will be will be.
Well...
it's time for you to take a step up in the world, Dennis.
Another chapter in the story
that began all those years ago on Uxbridge Street.
But they don't call you Dennis these days, do they?
-No. -No, it's Royce now, isn't it?
Rollers that you go in for.
-Right. -Yeah.
Well, Royce...
I find myself, at short notice,
suddenly light on a driver, so...
Once again, today is your lucky day.
Opportunity knocks, it would seem.
So, don't fuck it up.
I've been doing this for nearly 40 years.
Stealing, hurting people, serving time.
With... with a record like mine, there was never any chance
for a proper job, a fresh start, rehabilitation.
Most of the time, if I'm honest, I never really wanted it anyway.
Much easier just to do what you know,
stick instead of twist. We all do it.
Listen, I'm not you.
I'm not anything like you.
They'll have to catch me.
They always do, son.
They always do.
You don't know me.
About 20 years ago...
I served some serious time...
and I missed the birth of my daughter.
I missed watching her grow up as a little girl.
I missed all of it.
And when I came out...
I learned that she told all her friends I was dead.
That I'd died before she was even born.
Anyways...
They were running classes in there, inside.
And I didn't have anything else to do, so I went.
And I learned to read and write.
Yeah, 33 years old, and I'm reading books
about dogs and balloons and tractors.
Everything that I missed when I should've been in school,
learning, but I was off being Charlie Big Bollocks instead.
I was hungry for it. I was ravenous.
But it was too late.
You can tell people you've changed,
but they've heard it all before.
They think you're having them on. They don't believe you.
And after a while, after you've come out,
you think you're different, you think you've changed...
and you stop believing it too.
And then you're standing in a marsh
in Essex at midnight...
and you're digging the grave of some poor sod
who said and did the wrong thing...
just like you did...
ten years ago.
Yeah, well...
Mr. Reynolds... seems to think I'm good enough.
Seems to think I got what it takes.
Well, maybe you do.
He always used to say that to me.
And that didn't turn out too well, did it?
But it's not too late for you.
When we finally get out of here, you get your share of the money.
You stay far away from Mr. Reynolds...
and that fucking psychopath out there.
Don't end up like me.
When I'm done...
when I'm out, I was hopin' I could see ya.
I probably won't recognize you now.
In my mind, you're still a little girl.
Anyway,
I hope that we can do that one day.
You've gotta have something to look forward to.
Otherwise...
what's the point of carryin' on?
Some of that water's gotten into the electrics, I'd say.
And when the lights go out...
then what the fuck are we gonna do?
Did it ever occur to you that, like the young fella said...
he's given us up?
If he's done that, then why send the girl?
To lull us into a false sense of security, I reckon.
Keep up the pretense.
And then?
When we're all half mad from being cooped up in here,
he sends Laing and a couple of his boys
to pay us a visit, finish us off.
Then they take the money back to the boss man,
and he keeps the lot.
Sure, I think the young lady's given him an update
on our situation.
The question is...
what do we do about it?
When she comes back...
I think we're gonna have a little fun first though,
me and her.
Yeah, she was givin' plenty of signals out earlier.
A wee bit o' rough and tumble.
I think you're mistaken about a great deal of things.
Thing is, though...
...it don't matter what you think.
We only deferred to you because of him,
and if he's decided to fuck us over...
then I'm done deferrin', if you catch my drift.
Right.
So, me and the young lady,
well, we're gonna have our...
have our fun,
then I'm gonna take my share of the money,
and then...
I'm gonna get the fuck out of here.
That's pretty much how things are gonna pan out, I think.
Just leave the girl out of it.
Didn't you hear what I just said?
-Just leave her. -Oh, wait.
No, no, no, no, no, don't...
Don't tell me.
She reminds you of your daughter, is that it?
Yeah, about the same age,
not quite the little girl who she once was.
That's...
That's why this is such a big thing for you, isn't it?
Yeah, givin' it all the... All the big man bit,
but at the end of the day, you know, underneath it all,
you're just as soft as a fuckin' teddy bear.
You don't know when to shut up, do you?
Help me pick him up.
I read something once.
It seemed to sum everything up.
It was something like...
"Hell is empty 'cause all the devils are here."
"All the devils are here."
Can you open the door?
We need to talk.
I'm afraid I can't at this particular moment.
Why?
I've come down with a fever, and, um,
I'm just having a little lie down at the moment,
as it were.
We've had some issues.
Grady.
I've had to take care of him.
If that was necessary,
I'm sure you've done the right thing.
A bit of a pill, he was.
Uh, I'm sorry, I really must try and get some more rest.
Uh, we can speak again in the morning.
But I've just got a little fever.
I'm sure it'll pass.
Oh, fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
I know this isn't your usual forte,
but there was little time for me to set this up, so...
here's how it's gonna go.
You'll be meeting three men.
Three men with a van load full of currency
which, at that moment, will be hotter than the Earth's core.
Just look after the money.
Make sure none of it goes for a stroll
in the middle of the night.
Remember how we helped you out
of that rather unfortunate situation?
Now it's time to repay the favor.
Sit tight, stay put,
until you get word from Mr. Reynolds.
Hmm?
Any questions, Charles?
He didn't have the balls to finish me off then?
Why does that not surprise me?
And the electrics have finally given up the ghost
as well, I see.
Hmm.
Well, this has been a right hoot,
this has, hasn't it?
A real humdinger.
It probably won't surprise you,
but this isn't the first time I've been tied to a chair.
You're awake then.
Well, sure.
Nothing gets past you, does it?
I was enjoying the peace and quiet.
Well, you shoulda put me to bed for good then, shouldn't ya?
Go on.
Go and get a few hours' kip, and then we'll switch over.
I don't want him left by himself.
Oh, now he decides to have a drink.
Yeah, well...
Been that kind of day.
Earlier on,
when we were talkin',
before you threw that electric toaster at my head...
Yeah.
Before you decided to assault me like that
Well, it was the cumulative effect
of what seemed like a great many days
in your company.
An eternity, in fact.
Well, I was gonna tell you something.
And what makes you think I'm interested
in anything that you got to say?
Oh, you'll be interested in this particular something,
I can guaran-fucking-tee it.
All right, then.
Illuminate me.
Mr. La-di-da up there,
Mr. Never-comes-out-of-his-room,
Mr. Currently-has-all-our-money
despite-not-earning- a-single-fucking-penny-of-it...
I know who he is.
See, I got a thing for faces.
It just took a while for the old penny to drop.
And who is he exactly?
A fuckin' kiddie fiddler, that's who.
Him?
Nah.
Yeah, it was in the papers.
Charles Hussey is his real name.
A right posh cunt.
Used to teach piano to the kids
of other people with lots of money,
and then he was accused of tryin' to feel 'em up.
Case was thrown out on a technicality, but...
reading between the lines,
it was pretty fuckin' obvious he'd done it.
Now...
I'm no saint...
but even I'd draw the line at that, I would.
Innocent until proven guilty.
No smoke without fire.
Seven different kids it was.
Now, one...
One might have an overactive imagination, yeah,
but seven?
No.
No, I'm not buyin' that.
Sticks in my craw that he stands to get a cut,
especially as he wasn't there at the sharp end,
then you add in what he did to those poor, innocent--
What he allegedly did.
What I plumb fuckin' reckon he did,
and it leaves a fucking bitter taste.
Not the type of individual
I'd usually associate myself with. No, sir.
You obviously have the high moral standard
of someone who talks idly about raping a girl
and who recently pummeled an innocent man to death
for a bit of fun.
Nobody's perfect.
Why don't we put our differences aside,
you and me?
Go up there, take what's ours,
because I don't trust that fucker to not do a runner,
especially now our situation is gettin' desperate.
He's got access to the wheels, hasn't he?
I went up there earlier.
He wouldn't open the door. Said he had a fever.
Stalling for time. Plain as fucking day.
I've sent out word to the boss--
We're on our fucking own!
Isn't that obvious?!
He's figured that out,
and now he's about to pull a fucking fast one.
And the rest of us, we'll be stuck here with no money
and no fucking motor either!
So if you let me go, I'll deal with the situation!
No! I know the way you deal with situations.
Now, whatever his name is,
he doesn't have the necessaries to double cross us
and certainly not Mr. Reynolds either
because he knows him and knows what he would do
if he did that.
So thanks for the chat.
Don't be stupid.
I'm giving you a way out of this, you fat--
It's me.
I'm gonna get my head down for a bit, just a couple hours.
-That's all. -And what if he wakes up?
Well, if he starts speakin',
then you gag him.
Don't listen to his bollocks.
If you need me, come and get me.
Yeah.
You again.
It's like musical fucking chairs in here.
Hard to keep up.
How about one of those for me?
When I was about your age,
I was in a seminary.
Yeah.
I know, it's...
hard to believe, right?
But I'd had that shite drilled into me
since I was crawlin'.
And I believed it too.
God, sin...
the Devil, and all that.
Ah...
It's shite.
There ain't no Lord.
Never was.
There ain't nothin'.
You see something you want,
you reach out,
and you fucking take it.
Something or someone tries to get in the way of that,
you make sure you remove 'em thoroughly from the equation.
There is no God in Heaven...
no reward for the just.
Only the here and now.
Only the moment and what you fuckin' do with it.
Strong or weak.
Alive or dead.
Win or lose.
Yeah, those are the only things that matter.
Ronnie. Ronnie!
-Ronnie, you gotta come. -What's wrong?
Come quick. Come quick!
You're gonna need to help me.
He weighs a fucking ton.
I'll deal with you later.
I gave him the same offer I gave you.
He just chose not to take it.
What's going on?
Change of plans, that's what.
I fuckin' knew it.
It's not what it looks like.
Oh, no? What is it then?
"No weapons allowed," he says.
Un-fucking-believable.
I... I don't want to have to shoot you.
Oh, you won't shoot me.
Stay back!
Hi, Charles.
Nice to make your acquaintance.
What?
Charles "The Pedo" Hussey. Isn't it?
No, I wasn't. I wasn't--
Yeah, I'm not interested.
Oh, you didn't want to do that.
Fuck!
Oh, I've had enough of this.
Oh, you silly boy.
So this is what you've been doin' up here, eh?
Naughty boy.
You tell me where you put the keys,
and I'll let those other limbs stay where they are.
How does that sound?
Wait, not yet, not yet.
Keys.
The Land Rover.
At the... the bottom of...
the red toolbox in the back.
Attaboy.
I told you, but you didn't listen.
He's a psychopath.
He can't be trusted.
I need a pair of hands up here!
Yeah, sorry about the mess.
What did you-- Fuck!
-Couldn't be helped. -Oh, my God.
He was tryin' to do a runner.
Go grab another one of those.
I'll go get the car.
Don't ask.
Let's grab the rest.
That car you was tellin' me about,
what was it, Silver something?
Silver Cloud.
Silver Cloud, that's the one.
You can buy a whole fleet of 'em now.
Jesus. Oh!
Where's the kid?!
Hey?
Where's the kid?!
You're too sensitive, is the problem.
Fuck!
Fucking cunt.
Adios, big man!
I fucked it up, didn't I?
Did you get a message, to the boss?
He said you have to stay here.
I don't want to stay here.
The others have to stay here too.
The others?
The others are dead.
I know.
And what about... you?
I have to go.
Please.
I need help.
It's no good makin' a fuss.
This is how it has to be.
C...
Why am I here?
You can tell me now.
It doesn't matter anymore, does it?
You get a sense for these things.
Look out!
Hell is empty...
'cause we're all here.
It looks like we're gonna be here...
for a little while longer.