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[Music]
You and I know you stole the money.
After all these years, I
helped put food on your table for
your family, and this
is how you've repaid me.
I should kill you right now.
What's that?
Shut your fucking dirty lying trap.
You've been caught.
You'll be a man.
Tonight, you're being put into a fight.
And when I say this is the last chance for
you to stay alive, I fucking mean it.
Now go with me my money back.
[Applause]
Good job, mate.
Money on you, bro.
I'm gonna get you, bro.
That's gonna be my stuff.
Good job.
Good money on you, bro.
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause]
Come on.
Get up.
[Applause]
Come on.
Fuck you, movie.
Cheers, Den.
Pick your fucking feet up.
You should be thankful that Den's been out
here and dug you a nice little grave.
Go on.
He's had to do this.
I had nothing to do with that money.
I said get in that fucking hole.
I hope you're gonna plead like a bitch.
Oh, and thanks for the money.
I was really kind of you.
And remember, die
like a cunt, not a prick.
[Music] [Music]
I’m Tom that’s me on the left with my brother Danny
see we have always been close and even more since our dad
disappeared last year mum died when I was two
so we literally just got each other now
living in the same gaf for how long we don’t know
all I know is that I got his back and hes got mine
All right.
Come on.
Back to it.
When it's set down five
minutes ago, it fucking hell.
All right.
Final minute, then we'll be back to it.
Yeah, it's on a bit of hell.
I don't fucking want a bit of hell.
Mate, it's good for you.
I don't want a bit of fucking hell.
Just try it.
I don't want to try fucking stinks.
Don't fucking say that.
I swear to God, I'm fucking cunt.
I'm fucking it, you.
I don't want to try fucking stinks.
Fuck's sake, you know what I mean?
I thought you'd have this finished by now.
We're working as fast as we can.
It's too slow.
I need it finished by the end of the week.
Come on, Gary, don't be a jobs worth.
You love what we do, don't you?
Just a bit more patient, right?
Look, if you want them
fucking contracts up west,
then I need it done by Friday.
Pussy holes?
Go on, cunt.
You got it?
I've always got it on me.
Well hand it over then.
It's fucking rocket fuel.
I'll pay you next week.
Fucking sick of this.
That cunt always come around
here, busting our fucking balls.
He was probably bullied as a fucking kid.
Yeah, well, I don't know
How long I can take this.
Yeah, I literally, mate, I don't think I
can do this so much longer.
Look, fuck him. Fuck them, all right?
We need the money, so just
get on with it, all right?
Just go and bear it.
A few fucking beers, boys.
Old helmet's gone.
You ain't got a fucking tell me twice.
Fuck this. I've had enough today.
Yeah, he's been
fucking busting my balls man all
Fucking pain in the arse.
Danny, are you coming, mate?
Danny, come on.
Fuck this.
What are you doing bloody
selling at this shop anyway?
Well, you know, I think
you'll never buy a Matt's shop.
I'm Matt, you know what I like.
Old school, mate. Love it.
Do you remember when Dad used to take this
to that one round the corner?
Good times, bub. I want it. Good times.
Why don't you just get
in them in, then, or what?
Can you get these in, bro?
Come on, aim my fucking round.
There's only one way we can
settle this in there. Come on.
Hey.
Three bottles when you're ready, love.
Bottles?
Yeah, fucking bottles.
You've been paid yet?
No, mate. We don't get paid
till fucking Tuesday, do we?
Yeah, remember the rent's due next week,
so you're gonna have your half, yeah?
Just a fucking bout.
Yeah, me too.
Look, we've got to get better contracts
than the ones we've got with Gary.
We're getting fucking nowhere.
We will get bigger
contracts soon, brother.
That's a fucking asshole.
Too tight to pay us proper.
I mean, where's he gonna get that kind of
work done elsewhere?
I'm telling you, I feel like putting a
kind of fucking sleep the
way he's been treating us.
You up, mate?
Yeah, I'm just in the boozer.
We don't have the money for that, Tom.
I know we can't afford it,
but I'm just having a couple.
Oh, you're the best. I'll
make it up to you later.
Well, yeah. I have a few things in mind.
Oh. I'm wearing that thing you like.
So you may get lucky
if you're not too long.
Yeah? Well, I better get
home soon, then, ain't I?
Talk to you later. Love you. Bye.
Well, you heard it. Mrs. Beckon, so we
better chop-chop with those boozers, eh?
We're back in a tick.
I'm still fucked off with Gary, mate. He's
taking a fucking piss.
He's a bitch, isn't he?
Jock on.
That is as flat as fuck.
I'll get you another.
Yeah, I think we
should, though, and I'll...
Just where you fucking go in your mug.
You all right?
Yeah.
Come on, she's all right. Fuck off. Go on.
How you doing, man?
Oh, come on.
What have you got?
Come on.
Come on in, say something.
Hey, you fucking sure?
Oh, you lump of shit. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Oh, fucking cunt!
What have you done?
You know how the fuck I am!
I'm here!
Where were you, you pussy?
I'm not busy.
Besides, it looked like you
lads didn't need much help.
No, thanks, guys. He's
been a real pain in my ass.
But just watch yourself, because he comes
in here a lot, and there are more of them.
So just watch out.
Don't worry about it.
I'll bother you again.
Thank you.
All right, boys. This
round's on me, all right?
Save your money. We're fine here.
All right. Now, about a job.
Meet me at this address tomorrow morning.
We could do with a
couple of lads like you.
You know, I used to be like you two lads.
Grafting away for nothing.
Holes you in me shoes.
Scraping every penny I
got to get through the week.
And then my life just changed overnight
when I was welcoming to the phone.
You know, your future
depends on what you do today.
That was quite a fucking talk, wasn't it?
What do you think of that?
I don't know.
Sounds all right.
Cheers.
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
Morning.
Morning, babe.
I had a bad dream last night.
My job's being with another woman.
It's never going to happen, is it?
It's always you, ain't me.
I love you.
I love you too.
Now, I've got a bit of time.
Where the fuck are you?
I'm here on site.
Stop fucking playing with yourself.
Get down here or you'll be fired.
Fucking right.
Darling, what time is it?
Don't know what time it is.
What about work?
Me and Tom have got an interview today.
An interview? From what?
A new job.
A new job?
Dad, what's wrong with your other job?
We can barely afford rent as it is.
What about a thing with Gary?
Fuck the job with Gary.
This is a lot bigger.
A lot better.
A better career. More money.
I can treat you better.
And I'll tell you
about it when I get back.
Love you.
Good night, was it?
Brother, I'm really
sorry about last night.
It's fucking her, mate.
She's like that down in my ear.
Constantly.
I fucking hate you, fucking die.
And she's like, I love
you, I'm sorry, all of this.
And we ended up at it, didn't we?
Don't worry, I'll chuck my
boxes in her mouth next time.
Shut her up. You two are fucking mental, mate. You're a
fucking mental, mate. Oh, no, we do appreciate you letting us
stay here, though, mate.
Honestly.
We still seeing that George Allen today?
We need to see if we can offer us, yeah.
We fucking need to, mate.
I'm skin. It's fucking bad.
What time we got to be there?
As soon as we can. So if I
was you, I would get ready.
And hurry up.
I'll just have this and we'll be...
No, no, go and get
ready before you have that.
(spits) I'm sorry, brother. I'll see you back there.
(sighs)
Look, I don't know where you brothers have
(gone, but you're fired!)
(I'm gonna fuck you up, mate!)
(What the fuck's been going on?)
(Wait, wait, wait, wait!)
Look, we're coming to
see Mr. Allen, all right?
Mr. Allen? Don't think so. Fuck off.
Look, I'm Tom, yeah?
And that's my brother Danny.
And he's been expecting us.
So do yourself a favour and call him and
tell him we're here.
Got Tom and Danny down here.
Are they expected?
Right, wait here.
He's in the meeting.
Ian.
Ian!
I hope you're beginning to realise
just how fucking
inconvenient this is for me.
I gave you
one very simple task to do.
And I distinctly said,
"Don't fuck it up!"
Didn't I?
A quite characteristic of you,
you did fuck it up, didn't you?
So I had to send Charlie round
to finish him off and to
clean up your fucking mistakes.
And you really are the
useless, stupid cunt.
Ian, get him out of my sight
and whatever it is
you've got planned for him,
finish it off outside.
You fucking fucker!
John!
John?
Fuck!
Now go upstairs.
Next time, watch your fucking manners!
Always.
Come on in.
My apologies for that.
It's what I like to call
a company disciplinary hearing.
Charlie thinks you're
a couple of handy lads
and you'd be an asset to the firm.
So I've got a little job for you.
Charlie's going to take you to see a
couple of greedy little cums
that think they can stick
their snouts into my business.
Go and see them.
Educate them.
Do a clean up.
It's a simple task.
Come on bruv, just one more.
I'm on a price tonight.
Right, I told you. I've got this lot sold.
Right, let us know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gems, where you been man?
The line's been going mad.
Oh, bro, I ain't ever
going blackball tunnel again.
You all text me at the same time.
Fucking hell, bruv, where you been?
Sorry man, traffic.
You know what, bruv, I don't
think this is a good idea, mate.
I don't know if this is me.
Look, we ain't got a choice, yeah?
Do you want to get some money?
Yeah, I do, but this way.
Do you like having a scrap, yeah?
Yeah?
Come on then.
Don't follow me then.
Come on then.
( Grunting )
Where's that fucking drugs?
Fucking tell me where they
are, we won't fucking kill ya.
Fuck off. Fucking where are they?
Come on.
Where's that fucking drugs?
Fucking tell me where they are.
Fuck off.
Where the fucking drugs you got?
They're in the dryer, I fucking take it.
You fucking better be, boy.
Hey, you ready up?
Get that fucking wound.
Got it. Come on, let's go.
We got it, all.
Yeah, almost, boys.
What the fuck?
Now, that is a cleaner.
Remember, boys,
true friendship multiplies to good in life
and divides its evils.
Well done.
Welcome to the phone.
Look, I need to see ya.
Something's happening.
Charlie!
Aye, aye, Charlie!
Get to the left, boya!
Charlie, is that Alan?
Alan, give us a lift, you old fart.
Come on.
Alan!
Come on, Alan, give us a lift.
We're...
We're mates, aren't we?
I like driving in my car.
Alan's not a jaguar.
Oh.
Hello, Adam.
Mr. Alan.
Do you know where the fuck you are?
Yep.
Yeah, I know where I am.
I know where I am, Mr. Alan.
Did Charlie tell you never to come to this
part of London ever?
Yeah, he did, yeah.
He did.
Adder.
I don't like being made a fool of.
Neither.
Do I like Charlie being made
to look like some sort of cunt
by a low-life fucking
degenerate like you, you piece of shit?
George, Alan, m-Mr. Alan,
I promise it won't happen again.
I promise you, this will not...
(phone rings)
Happen again?
Just hang fire, Charlie.
I need to take this call.
Tom, how's my favourite brothers?
Good.
It's just George.
I've told you boys before.
Now, I need you to go
and see this fucking mug
who isn't paying us what he owes us.
Go and meet Ian in South London.
He's on his way there now.
Oh, and don't take any shit off this cunt.
He's nothing but a compulsive liar.
In you go, boys.
It's open.
Great.
Oh, you love her, boy.
Time's up.
I'll have a go in a minute.
I thought you paid this.
Fuck you, the liar.
- Rachel. - I'm getting dead.
Rachel!
I ain't got it all yet, so do yourself a
favour and get a fucker.
Oh, no, we ain't going nowhere.
See, we've been told about you.
You're a compulsive liar.
So get the fucking money, will you?
Don't get it, yeah.
Coming to my house, strange scurries.
We ain't leaving until
we've got the full amount.
Get it?
Line?
Nice muscles.
I told Mr. Allen the money is on his way.
Turn around.
What were you?
The fuck off!
Got a temper, isn't it?
Fucking pricks.
Oh, dear.
I'm not going anywhere. No.
Dodger, you wouldn't want
to see me again, didn't I?
This time, it won't be
just a few broken ribs.
You're going to wish you paid that money.
Please, Ian.
Fucking hell, please, man.
Please.
Don't do this.
Please, Ian.
Fucking hell, please.
No.
I won't do it.
Do your kids still go to St. Agnes?
Fuck you.
Fuck you, Ian.
Do whatever.
I ain't giving you shit.
Shit, help.
Fuck.
We're taking your motor.
Yeah.
You're going to take the motor.
Tom, we've got to go.
I'll meet you back at the office.
I'm driving.
Have you, uh, never
seen the film Deliverance?
Well, don't worry.
It's not going to take as long as it does.
In the film.
Ian, please.
You know I'm going to get the money.
You can, uh, go back in now, love.
He's still alive. He, uh, just might not be
able to sit down for about a week. [phone rings]
Chicken's called, boss.
The Mercedes.
Well done.
Sandy, the lady I spoke to on the phone.
Yes, sir.
Please take a seat.
How much is this going to cost?
Punishment is ten grand, Sandy.
Something more serious.
It's going to be fifty.
It all depends on how far
you really want us to go.
Like I said, Mr. Allen, I
need him gone any way you can.
But fifty grand, I don't
have that sort of money.
Well, Sandy, you leave it with me.
You leave it with me.
We'll be in touch.
Tom, Danny.
I think you should take this one.
What have we got to do, boss?
Apparently, this fucking pervert,
has been touching her little girl.
She hasn't got the money.
But I think people like this should have
their fucking bollocks removed.
Definitely, boss.
Don't you?
When you get him,
you know exactly where to take him.
[ Sec cran to last." ]
I'm full, I did get it.
What are we doing?
Oh, behind you. Get the shit out of a boulevard.
She was fucking 15 years old.
She wanted me!
You know what?
I never wanted this job, you know?
But in this case,
we're gonna fucking enjoy this.
You ain't gotta do this!
I ain't gonna do it!
I wanna do it.
And I'm gonna enjoy hearing you scream
like a dirty
nuts.
No!
No, she wanted me!
She wanted me!
You ain't gotta do this!
It's the fucking right
thing to do for people like you.
Make me fucking sick.
No!
Your cop's getting fucking burnt off.
Get fucking ready, mate.
There's none. You're fucked.
Now this...
is gonna fucking hurt.
[screaming]
Richie, talk to me. What do you know?
Look, something big is going down soon.
And when it does, I'll be
sending you the details.
Just make sure you send
them down for a long time.
Well, that all depends on what they've
been doing, doesn't it?
Put it this way, you
won't be disappointed.
I need to start living honest.
I need to walk away from this life.
I'm relying on you for protection.
Don't worry, we'll look after you.
The boys all set?
Yeah, we're all set.
Here, and don't worry, even
Harry couldn't fuck this one up.
Oh, believe me, he could.
Just remember they're alarmed.
What, you mean to say
they know we're coming?
Just get the fuck out of here.
We're nearly there!
I can't see much fucking
money being in this place anyway.
Listen, boys, the old div
hasn't banked an hour in years.
So there's fucking bundles
in there, you pair of mugs.
Didn't we stupid?
Yeah, get ready, boys.
Just do as I say, or we
won't get lifted, all right?
This appears to be marked up wrong, $6.99.
Derek, you do this to me every week.
If you don't like the
price, you can go somewhere else.
$6.99? It's a bit heavy, isn't it?
Well, that's the price it is, and it's not
a heavy price, it's just a matter of money.
What? Let's go.
Let's fucking go!
You want fucking to stay where they are?
No one fucking is in it!
Give us your fucking money!
Not you, you twat.
Don't do anything stupid, or I'll decorate this place with your braids!
You're not a wimp! You're a wimp! Don't do anything stupid, or I'll decorate
this place with your braids!
You! Get the fuck away from that door!
Come on!
Come on.
[Music Playing]
You! Just fuck off,
you're getting on my nerves.
You're a kid.
[Music Playing]
Left, left, left, go!
What's your fuck, man?
What's your?
[Music Playing]
Get the fuck away from that boat!
[Music Playing]
[Gunshot]
[Music Playing]
Come on, let's go!
Shit!
I'll hit the green.
[Laughter]
[Music Playing]
Come on, you smooth!
What are you fucking doing in there?
What the fuck?
[Music Playing]
Oh, for fuck's sake! I
told you to drive faster!
Yes, you do.
Well, that was fun.
Let's go, Charlie!
There was nothing in there, right?
Well, let's work this way.
You might be speaking to the
old bill on his phone anymore.
[Sirens]
It's too late! They're
already fucking here!
Fuck!
Looks like someone set us all up, boys.
Fuck!
Charlie, quick!
Fuck you, put your foot down!
Fuck!
What car are they?
He's lost it.
He's getting his bars to the chew-waste.
[Sirens]
Well, then, which one of you has been
talking to old Bill?
Come on!
Fucking speak up!
It was only us that knew about this.
So someone's been blabbing.
Old Bill, don't just
fucking wait around for nothing.
So who the fuck was it?
Come on!
Okay.
Let's drive another way.
Ian, with me.
With me?
Danny?
Tom? You're with me, I trust you.
Stevie?
Yes, boss?
You haven't been running
your mouth off, have you?
No, boss, definitely not.
Harry?
Have you been talking to anyone?
I wouldn't do that, boss.
Richie?
Tell me it wasn't you.
Wasn't me? I swear.
Well, some bloody ears
been talking to old Bill.
They don't sit around
and fucking wait randomly.
Stevie? With them?
Just you two left it.
Now, I know it wasn't Harry
because he hasn't got a fucking brain.
And he's too fucking
stupid to lie convincingly.
So that just fucking leaves you.
Oh, Mr Allen.
That's another body I've got to clean up.
Do you have one, Harry?
I fucking knew it was him.
And I gave him a chance
to speak on me.
Yes.
My apologies, I was just in
the middle of firing someone.
Yes, Tim.
I'll send some boys round right away.
[knocking]
And remember, we fucking scare him.
I've been given
another week with this money.
I've been given an extension.
What, you think this is
fucking maths homework, do you?
Come on, come with me.
No, please.
Is this definitely the cunt?
Yeah, that's him. Get down there.
What are you doing to me?
Please, no.
No.
I spoke to him. He's giving me more time.
What are you doing?
Please, stop.
Tom, run this cunt over.
Run him over now.
He's gonna run you over?
[dramatic music]
I said scare him, not fucking squash him.
You said run him over.
Fucking no, I said scare him.
For fuck's sake.
Fuck, enjoy yourself up.
Sorry, mate.
Fucking sorry. Look at the fucking state
of me, you fucking idiot.
I fucking forgot, mate.
Fucking forgot.
I said fucking scare him.
Look at the fucking state of me.
Let's start the car and
fucking I need a fucking shower now.
You fucking idiot.
Fucking Jesus.
[dramatic music]
Now that's what I like about you two.
Running over his fucking head.
I love that.
Fuck you, you know, Danny.
You look the right mess. You need to get
yourself cleaned up.
Yeah, I know.
Come on, chill. I'll tell you something.
That bit don't last soon, yeah?
You go and get yourself cleaned up.
Right, down to business.
Dylan will be arriving soon.
I mean, can we really trust this guy?
He's slippery as fuck.
That may be, Charlie.
But we'll just have to keep
close eye on him, won't we?
We go a long way back.
But it is best to have a
bit of insurance in place.
I love this city, but London is becoming
more and more aggressive every day.
The days of a man's principles and his
moral compass, they're sadly long gone.
Harry?
Harry!
I'm fucking talking!
Put that kid's game away.
Sorry, Mr Allen. Let's
just get on to the next level.
Pay the fucking attention.
So Dylan was coming. He gets his hands on
a lot of firearms and
naughty bits like that.
A big money earner for our firm.
Buying him bulk and knocking him out to
all the gangs over England.
We had to keep him sweet. We wanted all
the shipments we could get.
He sounded a bit unpredictable though. Not
what you need when you're
dealing with hundreds of grands.
Dylan.
Good to see you. You looking well? Drink?
No. Let's get this stuff.
Okay. So what are we looking at?
200k.
And does that include ammunition?
No it don't. That's extra.
Well, worth a try though, isn't it?
It was always a funny one, George.
Send the boys off on
Sunday. 5pm at the harbour.
Okay, they'll be there.
Dylan, just remember, we
take everything that comes in.
Harry, bring the whisky over, will you? I
think it's time for a drink.
Boys, you want one?
Yeah boss, why not?
So the next chapter, we do this right. The
money, the
opportunities, they'll both rise.
Let's show Dylan that we mean business.
[Music]
You're late.
Oh mate, what do you think, Ken?
How about I wind it in after I stick one
of your fucking nuts?
Not surviving now, are
you? Now give me the dough.
[Music]
Sexy stuff, isn't he?
She's a fucking beauty, Shane.
So we were keeping busy, doing all sorts,
chasing debts,
punishments, the brothels, the club,
and now these shipment of
guns that we was moving about.
And to be honest, I started to kind of
enjoy this line of work.
Today was a bit different. The word was
that Ian had been nicked for
the killing in that robbery.
And as much as I couldn't stand the prick,
I did feel a lot safer with him around,
even if no one else did.
Where do you think you're fucking going?
Fuck out of my way, you bitch!
Oi!
Move it, you slag or you get a slap!
Mandy!
Fucking move it!
I'm calling Charlie!
Move it, you slag!
What the fuck was that?
Shut the fuck up. Get back down. You've
got bigger things to worry about.
You'd better have more fucking girls in
here. That one up there was fucking shit!
The dirty little cunt ain't paid!
We'll fucking see about that.
I've been thinking.
Don't you think this is
getting a bit too much now?
You want a line?
Oh yeah, go on, Tom. Have a line with us.
I mean, don't you think
we're dicing the death here?
We can't stop now, can
we? We're in too deep.
Tom, look at us last year. Look at what we
have. We have nothing.
You think we can just stop?
Yeah, I'm on the way. I
told you I won't be long.
Just fucking keep in there then.
Right, now look, you
crazy bitch. I'm leaving.
You ain't going nowhere, cunt.
Come on, you're not stupid, are you? Plus
I need a bit more cash first.
But what do you think Dad
would say if he was here?
If Dad were still here, things wouldn't be
happening, would they?
Yes, all right. Anyway, we're not...
We're not any good people, are we? Just
think of it like that.
Charlie?
Look, we've got a bit
of business to attend to.
Get yourselves down here now.
Right.
Fucking whorehouse.
Charlie's outside.
We've got to go on a job.
You don't have to go.
Save some of that for me. I will try to.
Keep an eye on that, yeah?
[door opens]
Come on, let's go.
Oh, Jesus!
[Gunshot]
Now, get the fuck out
of here, you little runt.
Go on. Go on.
[phone rings]
Charlie?
Yeah, the girl's all right, mate, but...
Daddy's nuts are a bit sore.
[scoffs]
Come on, let's go.
[door opens]
I think you should calm down on that.
Just chill for a bit.
You're doing too much.
Oh, you think so, do
you? Come on, have a blast.
Why are we such a minge, Sarah?
I'll stick to this. Thanks.
[laughs]
You're losing touch, boy.
[laughs]
Come on.
Just stop me.
Sorry.
The guy's lost it. He tried strangling me.
I mean, they need to go.
The fact that they think they are anyway.
Calm it down, Charlie.
Let me decide what we need to do.
Daniel has told me a bit of his life.
I admit it, you know, Tommy's fine boots.
Brother? No. No, I can't
handle his boss, all right?
The cunt's lost his mind.
If he weren't for Tommy, he
would have killed me then.
[dramatic music]
Yes.
Daniel stepped over the line.
And although they have both been useful,
if we don't get rid of
both, we'll have a problem.
Do you want to do it?
With pleasure.
It's a shame, you know.
I had high hopes for those two boys.
Yeah, well, my old man
was the same, wasn't he?
I mean, if he did a good
thing, just get rid of him.
Hey, Ben, I saved you some.
I tried telling her to calm her down.
What a good fucking job you've done.
Well done, you fucking idiot.
You know what?
Fuck this.
Just like my brother. Fucking useless.
Oh, baby, we've had a bad day.
You, what the fuck? Look at your estate.
For me? Look at yourself.
You pathetic.
What, you think you all go out
hard now in your little gang?
You're a joke.
I'm a joke, am I?
I'm a joke. I tell you
what, I tell you what,
pimp your stuff and
fuck off, you stupid bitch.
I say fuck off.
Fuck.
(piano music)
(door opens)
Brother, we've got to talk.
Get out of my face, talk. Just fuck off.
Look, you've got to sit down,
this is what I've got to say,
because what I'm about to tell you is
going to affect you.
Affect me?
How about I affect you, eh?
I am fucking sick of the way you just take
the mole fucking eye ground
when you are no fucking better than I am,
and all you do is look down on me.
Look down on you?
You must be taking too much of that gear.
All I've ever done is look out for you.
Fuck you, you fucking stupid.
What are you even
doing here? Just fuck off.
Look, sort yourself out
and lively and sit down,
because I need to tell you something.
Say what you've got to say
then, and then you and that whore
fuck off out of my house.
I don't want to be
near any of you anymore.
Dad was murdered.
It was part of a fucking firm.
Tom, you're wrong, for fuck's sake.
If I wasn't 100% sure, I wouldn't be
saying it to you right now.
I'm in pain, mate. My heart's bleeding.
Come on, then, who was it?
Come on, this is your
moment. Who killed our dad then?
I heard a conversation, all right?
Charlie and Mr Allen, about how they got
dad killed and we were next.
Tom, you probably just misheard it.
It was him, all right? I know it was.
It sounded like he fucking
worked for these arseholes.
We're going to end up in a fucking box if
we don't do something about this.
So what are we going to do?
I'll tell you what we're going to do.
Me and you now are going to go down there,
and we'll have it out of them.
And if you're right,
and they did kill our dad,
then me and you will
give them fucking help.
[sniff]
What did you think about that?
What did I think about that?
You think I'm going to let these cunts
walk this earth now that
they killed their old man?
No, I'm not fucking over in there. We've
got to sort this out now.
[sniff]
Then stop all that shit.
If I don't get that
out of my fucking nose,
I'll go easy on them. Now. You coming?
[sniff]
I couldn't stop shaking.
I was fuming, sad, and rattling with a
whole bunch of feelings.
I needed justice. Right there and then.
Is it true, Danny? Is it fucking true?
It's what true?
You know exactly what I'm on about.
Tom, I think you need to get him to calm
down. Take him out and sort him out.
I ain't going to do that.
Will it get to whichever fucking point it
is you're trying to make?
You. You killed our dad.
Ah. Your dad.
Yes, I did kill him.
Your dad became what I'd
like to call a loose cannon.
He gave us no choice.
The man virtually
signed his own death warrant.
Do you understand me?
How could you? You were like a dad to us.
You destroyed my family.
How did he die?
Come on, tell me!
Your dad worked for us for many years, and
he tried to be a good father to you boys.
He kept his job secret
from you and was doing well.
But the greed and the desire for respect.
He went to his head.
He made that one classic
mistake that set his fate.
Yeah, and what was that?
What was it?
He bit the hand that was feeding him. He
was creaming off the top.
He was watching me as I gave him one.
I mean, the only ogre
grand, but they were so broke.
So he let you fuck his misses clear, then?
Yeah, but I made the
stupid idiots pay for it after.
I mean, I thought I was just having fun.
I mean, I made her take
her wedding ring off after.
I took it as payment. I
mean, that is some rock, that.
Finally. You're a real fucking piece of
work, mate. Do you know that?
You got a boy or
something to do, all right?
Yeah. Is that for George?
Yeah. I'll take that up for you.
All right. Nice one,
finally. Cheers, mate.
All right. Yeah. Yeah, he's a nice friend
of that, mate. I like him.
Yeah. Well, it's easy. He's to be nice
when you're given all
the best opportunities.
There's nothing to see.
Thanks very much.
I gave him time to pay it
back, and he didn't make it.
He had to be shown that this firm won't
tolerate any such things.
I don't regret my actions.
Given the same circumstances, I'd make the
same decision again, no matter who it was.
He became a fucking liability.
He was shot. He was out of control.
I had no choice. Don't you understand?
In this business, there's a
code that has to be followed.
And your dad took one too many liberties.
He had to go.
I loved your father.
Just like I love you boys.
What's done's done.
Now, let's put this behind us. There's no
need for us to fight.
I want us to be a family
like we were. Like we have been.
You know bad shit
happens in this business.
It's just the way it goes.
You know this.
Who pulled the trigger?
What fucking difference does it make?
I gave the order.
I said...
Who pulled the trigger? Who pulled the fucking trigger?
You little cult.
Who?
It was Ian.
Ian?
Well, you can both get
the fucking help then.
I tell you what. You're going first.
Mr Allen, what have you guys done?
Just start to speak. Get that piece of
shit out of here. You work for us now.
What's supposed to be
getting the pay rise?
Don't worry about that. Just get that
fucking piece of shit
out of here. You got that?
Stevie will give you a hand.
Go on.
Hello?
Yeah, we can do that.
Right.
Who was that?
That was Dylan about a bit of business.
Do you know what?
We're taking over this now.
We're running this. We're in charge.
I haven't come this far
to leave empty handed.
We've got them plans. We need to get set
up and then we've got to this.
We had a week to get the 600K needed for
the deal with the guns.
I managed to get my hands on Mr Allen's
deposits from the safes,
who was still 50 short,
but I had an idea for a little earn.
Meanwhile, it was my
darling Sarah's 30th birthday.
I think we all needed a bit of time to let
her hair down after all
the dramas we've had lately.
Whoa. Who the fuck are you?
What are you doing in my ass?
Let me introduce myself.
I'm Mike. I'm Ian's brother.
[knocking]
Here, that's it, mate.
Go on. Help yourself.
He'll follow me from prison. He wants
blood. He's out for revenge.
There's not going to be noise for anybody.
Everybody knows what's happened to your
darling. I have my sincere sympathy.
But you're dealing with a vicious,
unpredictable killer.
I've no control over Ian. As
I said, he's out for revenge.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
You'd do well to remember that.
[knocking] Look, I miss my dad every day.
And that grief's turned into anger.
And Ian's at the forefront of all of that.
But you know what, Mike?
I ain't seeking revenge.
But if he thinks he's
coming out and taking over,
or if he'll let me tell you I will make
him pay for what he did,
me and my brother have taken over now.
We're running this.
And that's how it is.
I respect you for that.
When I join the firm, I'm not going to
lie. Ian did scare me.
But after what's happened, I don't give a
flying fuck about that vermin cunt.
Me and Danny will show him, or anyone that
wants to play around here.
At the end of the day, this is us now. I
mean, where did we go from here?
Please?
So where is he?
Didn't he tell you? He retired.
His dad ran.
So you boys are taking over.
Listen, you know how it works.
We're three boxes.
That's 600k.
You know where to be tomorrow.
We'll be there.
Send more regards to Mr. Adler.
Yeah, I know what you're saying.
But he is my brother.
I know. He drives me insane as well.
He drives me insane as well.
Who the fuck did he give you
talking to? That's my brother.
I'm only joking with you.
But I'm not joking
about that finger tapping.
I'm fucking sick of it. You
keep tapping them fingers.
I nailed that hand to the door.
Fuck.
You stupid cunt.
Shit.
You better get over it.
I think I've killed somebody.
I'm not.
Thanks for picking me up, Mike.
Yeah, that's okay.
How are those things inside?
You know, who's going to fuck with me?
There's a few things have changed since
you've been locked up.
Danny and Tom have taken over the firm.
Yeah, I heard.
I just want to give you a bit of advice.
Stay well clear of them.
Well, thanks for that.
But I've got to sort
those pair of cunts out.
Man, it's your funeral.
You've been told.
Where do you want to go to now?
Nearest bar.
Okay, John, let's go.
I'm sorry for what happened to your boys.
If you still want to sell on that patch,
then you've got to pass.
Just give me the mumps
money up front. Clear?
Morning.
The money was nearly sorted for the guns.
Just needed a little job
I had in mind to come in.
The movie was all set
for Dylan's little deal.
Mike, did you bring what I asked you?
You sure you want to go through with this?
Deadly sure.
It's the only thing I add.
Well done.
Harry?
You alright Tom?
Am I fucking alright? Have
you done that cunt off yet?
Yeah mate, I'm doing it now.
Well fucking hurry up will ya?
Look I need you to go and meet Stevie, I'm
sending you both on the job.
Go to Kent, rob this little firm here,
take your guns with ya, and don't walk
away with anything less than 50k.
I was that little deal we got with Dylan,
goes fucking tits up.
Look I'm at the knocking shop alright,
sorting a few bits out.
When you've robbed them, come to us.
And Harry, don't fuck this up.
Don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up.
Fucking fuck.
Well you're looking better, Danny.
You're just gonna lock better.
Well he ain't on the gear is he?
I'd even fuck you now.
Really?
Yeah.
You wish.
Goodbye Mr. Allen.
I'll miss you.
Where the fuck are them brothers at?
You! Where are them stupid
fucking cunt-ing brothers?
I'm not sure about this now. I
don't think we should do this.
Harry, grow some balls. Come on.
Ready?
Is that smell? Harry
have you shit yourself?
I'll just drop one mate.
Sorry. Can I hold it in?
There's enough here to get this deal done.
Yeah, I'll deal with it.
Oi, fuck face.
Don't fucking move.
Where is collect?
You got death wish boy.
Home to the cash.
And who let you blow over a gun?
No one's fucking playing here mate.
You've really fucked up now.
I hope you know what this means for you.
Because the last time some
cunt-cumming you like this yeah?
We send them a nice little
bone to it with concrete boots.
Don't speak. Or I'll
start fucking speaking.
We've led to your fucking skull.
Keep that trap shut. We're in charge now.
All right? All right.
Ryan, get these gentlemen the
contents on the side please.
Silence.
When are they coming back?
Fuck you you ugly cunt.
You're upsetting me.
Don't worry Och, why
not strike it personally?
Well you fucking shit.
And when the boys get back
you're gonna pay for this.
I doubt that very much.
You dirty little whore.
Harry, get the bag.
Harry hurry up. Give it to them over.
Do you know what? It's quite a nice place
you've got here Terry.
Well done boys.
Well done.
Well done boys. Well done.
Where the fuck's Stevie?
He's dead. They fucking shot him.
No. Fuck. No.
They're not happy boys.
Look, we can't fucking do anything about
it now. We've got to go and meet Dylan.
Get yourself back to the office here.
And don't tell the girls right? We don't
want them panicking.
We'll sort this out later all right?
We just need to go and
get them fucking guns now.
Come on.
I fucking know them cunts from somewhere.
Yeah.
Well then you'd better fucking think.
Because them cunts are
made up of a fucking can.
And then we're gonna go and get it back.
They're fucking dead then. They're truly
fucking after the dead.
Cunts. Cunts. Cunts.
Do you think we need
to bring the handguns?
Well yeah.
Well I've forgotten.
Oh fucking hell Danny.
We'd better hope it runs
smoother then, don't we?
It will. It will. Calm down.
(ominous music)
- Where's our fucking guns?
- Yeah, where's the guns?
- Guns.
- It ain't gettin' shit from me.
You boys must think you're real clever
using the money they took from a very,
very close friend of mine.
Big mistake.
Boys?
- Eh, you fucked up, boys, eh?
- Do you know who we fucking are?
You're fucking dead!
- No, you think I'm from fucking punk?
- Fuck me!
(gun fires)
- You in?
That's no fire!
- What the fuck was that?
This fucking gun kept going.
(ominous music)
- Dylan, what's coming on?
- Get me my fucking money.
- Come on out, boys,
you got nowhere to run.
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, Harry, how you doing, mate?
(screaming)
- What can I do?
- Come, go.
- Come out, we won't kill you.
- You promise?
- What a fucking trade deal.
Where are you?
Come on, you fuckers, it's sadly, come on.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
- Oi, you all right?
(groans)
Oi, cut!
(gun fires)
- Dolly, come on, let's go.
- I'm gonna go.
- Come on.
(ominous music)
- I think I'm fucking done.
I think it's that fucking easy.
I'm gonna fucking kill you.
I'm gonna fucking kill the lot of you.
I'm gonna fucking shoot me.
(gun fires)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
- What's that?
Don't talk about that bag, shall we?
Fuck, what the fuck?
I think you want some.
Come on, hit.
(gun fires)
Fuck, what's that?
(gun fires)
- Fuckin' so.
Get that fucking off.
(ominous music)
- Come on in.
- That's the best you got.
(dramatic music)
- Come on, boy, dig deep.
Don't give up.
Dig deep.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
- Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
- Danny, Danny, come
on, we gotta go, get up.
Come on, come on, come on, let's go.
The money.
- You know I would've had him.
- Yeah, I know, mate,
you would've had him.
- Just go and get them money.
- Soon as I grabbed that bag of dough,
it was all over for me.
All the chaos finished, done, no more.
I wanted out.
Fuck this, not for me.
Not for my missus or my brother.
Time to turn this life back
to how it was before I got involved.
(ominous music)
Don't think about doing something stupid.
So I know that you know I killed your dad
and now you're trying to get revenge.
Listen, I was given an order.
You know the drill, you
know the way in this game.
You were trying to take a liberty with me.
No, I'm not gonna have that.
No way, boys.
Get on your fucking knees.
Right, which one's first?
Oh, by the way, I must let you know.
Your dad was pleading like a bitch.
It was a real moment.
Anything you wanna say?
Fair enough.
(gun clicks)
(gun fires)
Well, that's just
fucking like that, you know?
You're making a big mistake.
(gun clicks)
It's fucking over for you now.
This is for our old man.
(gun fires)
(groaning)
(somber music)
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
It ends here, it's all over.
It's okay, he's gone now.
I won out.
It's over, it's finished.
I can't do this life anymore.
We're not even gonna do
it anymore, it's done.
Another dead body, this is no game.
And we were looking at a serious bird
if the old Bill get a sniff of this.
We had to clean up and fuck off.
Danny and the girls were traumatized
and I had to keep us all together
and back to the life how we knew before.
What are you doing?
We gotta get out of here.
(somber music)
Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.
Fuck you.
You, fuck you.
There's a lot of you.
And fuck you.
Right, it's been a couple of months now
and I know the word, mate.
I mean, nothing at all.
I actually think we're out of this now.
I told you we're out of it.
Just give me that point, you tit.
All right, they still in there?
(people laughing)
What, them pair of mugs?
They're sitting there
having the call, mate.
Good.
Now do yourself a fucking favor.
Get away from them little
cunts and fucking lively.
Right, boys.
There's got no firm round of it anymore.
So let's get in there and fucking out.
(ticking)
So, we gonna do it then?
This old pint mashup?
- Bro, we gotta pay
that money to good use.
Let's think about it.
Not unless you wanna
go work for Gary again.
- Fuck, none.
Just one thing, though.
- What's that?
- The smell of heels.
You keep them the fuck away from me.
- Deal.
- You know the old saying,
before seeking revenge,
first you gotta dig two graves.
- I'm gonna dig two graves.
One each for each pair of cunts.
- That's not what I meant.
- I know what you meant, you soppy cunt.
Come on.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(somber music)
- Derek!
Derek, how long are you going to be?
Your dinner's nearly ready.
- Oh, I'll be much longer, love.
Nearly finished.
- Oh, how's your new mallet?
- Perfect, my love.
Perfect.
4.99.
(gun firing)
- Oh, fuck.
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
♪ Listen, I got nothing
against honest trouble ♪
♪ I take all the games I can get ♪
♪ The longest I don't burn ♪
♪ The midnight oil ♪
♪ Need to break into a sweater ♪
♪ My teachers told me ♪
♪ I never count for mergers ♪
♪ But they didn't know
about my mind as a judge ♪
♪ Working hard ♪
♪ Trying to make the easy money ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ I heard you can't
grow money on cheese ♪
♪ Or turn race medals into gold ♪
♪ Still I'm getting richer ♪
♪ By degrees ♪
♪ Each time I ask it's our soul ♪
♪ Everything you say
I've seen from you ♪
♪ That's just my fault without me ♪
♪ Working hard ♪
♪ Trying to make the easy money ♪
♪ The easy money ♪
♪ This business can be unforgiving ♪
♪ You pay over the arts for an ounce ♪
♪ Still I manage to scrape a living ♪
♪ A captain offshore account ♪
♪ I have several contacts ♪
♪ I have to follow ♪
♪ It's full of part
of my thundering bill ♪
♪ Working hard ♪
♪ Trying to make the easy money ♪