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[choral music]
Vince, you've got to keep the barrel off the ground, alright?
[whistling]
Where?
[whispering] Over there.
Well, go on then, keep going. Come on.
[grunts]
[tense music]
Go on, man.
Squeeze.
[sighs]
John, breath out, breath in.
Halfway out. Hold.
Squeeze.
Do it.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
What's the matter with you?
Here.
What the fuck?
[rifle bolt loading]
What's going on?
Go on then, son.
Go on.
Take a shot. Let's see what you're made of.
Go on, son. Go on, John.
Relax, breath out
and squeeze.
What, are you scared? Go on!
Go on. Go on!
-[groans] -Pathetic!
Where you going, Johnny boy? Eh?
Where'd you think you're going?
Huh? D'you see that?
[John coughing]
Fucker tried to kill me!
-[gunshot echoes] -[John whimpers]
[Henry panting]
[John coughing] I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
[Henry] No time for that now, John.
Come on, get up.
[John panting]
[Henry] Jesus Christ.
Go on, pull that off, go on.
John, get the key!
[Vince panting]
[John groaning]
Vince, the key.
Vince, get his gun.
[both straining]
[all grunting]
[Henry] Keep fucking digging!
[grunting]
[John] Come on, Vince.
[grunting]
[dramatic music builds]
[wind blusters]
[grunting]
[dog barking]
[panting]
[Kate] John.
John!
[Henry] John.
John!
What?
Where's Vince?
I don't know.
[Henry] He's lost his mind.
Stress.
[Henry] You know, he's been sneaking out at night.
Since the funeral.
Vince.
You've got to snap out of this now, OK?
She's gone.
Dad's gone.
[Vince] John was meant to do it.
You've got previous.
[Henry] That doesn't matter.
It'll be you that goes to jail now.
Nobody is going to jail.
OK?
Let's get this safe open.
Vince.
Can we just leave that for now?
Make sure he's OK.
Hey.
It's OK, Vince.
It's gonna be OK.
Look what I found.
Eh?
[spits out the cork]
That one's for you.
He got what you deserved, eh?
Eh?
So have a drink.
[bottle bangs down]
-[banging table] -Come on, have a drink!
It's not like he's coming back for it, eh?
[pounding on door]
Easy, John.
Bang!
-Jesus, Miller. -[Miller chuckles]
Is your dad in? Got too much game for us.
No, he's away on one of his hunting trips.
I thought I heard him returning, no?
[Henry] No, no, he's been away a couple of days now.
Do you think we should call the police?
What's that?
You know, if...
Dad doesn't come back.
Why the police?
Listen, mate, thanks so much for that.
We'll make sure he gets it.
Cool.
See you later.
-See you. -Goodnight, mate.
[Miller] Goodnight.
Keep your fucking mouth shut next time.
-He's seen us push that car. -No, no.
No, he would have said something.
Dad's wee cousin, eh?
"Is your dad in?"
Do you think he knew what Dad was like?
Yeah, course he did.
I need a drink.
Oh. Here he is.
Finally.
[indistinct happy chatter]
[Vince groans]
More for you, sir?
[cheering and laughter]
[groaning]
Ah. [laughs]
Cheers to you both.
Woo!
Yeah!
[laughter]
He would be turning in his grave if he saw us drinking this now.
Said he was, er,
saving it for a special occasion.
D'you think we've found one?
[Henry whimpering]
[door bangs]
Jesus, he's early!
Quick, straighten this place out.
-What's going on here? -We just thought--
What's that, Vince?
Eh?
Let me see.
I just thought...
Eh, no, no, Kate.
What you got, son?
What's that meant to be?
It's meant to be you, Dad.
It's me? [chuckles]
Hey, I'm an egg.
[chuckling]
Where'd you get these eggs from?
From the barn.
Oh, so you thought we don't need these eggs.
Nah, we don't need to eat them.
What would be best to do with these eggs is to waste them.
Is that right?
We can... we can still eat them.
Go on then, eat it.
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Didn't say peel it.
I said eat it.
Eat the fucking egg!
To her.
To Mum.
To her.
[birds twittering]
Wake up.
Vince, wake up! Wake up.
-[coughing, spluttering] -[Henry] Jesus Christ, John!
Eh, keep it down, man. My head's fucking killing me.
I'm gonna make some food. Do you want breakfast?
[Henry] No.
[coughs]
No, no.
No, plenty of time for that.
Let's get this safe open, eh?
Wanna see how much is inside.
[John] Vince, give me the key.
-I thought you had it, no? -No, I gave it to him.
Well, maybe you can count the money
while we've having breakfast, eh?
Vince! [whistles] Key.
The key for the safe. Gimme it.
What the fuck have you done, man?
I thought we were, erm, burying everything with him.
[John] What did you do exactly?
I-I threw it in.
You...
I thought that's what you wanted.
[Henry] Why the fuck would he give you the key
if he wanted you to put it back in with him?
Well, I don't know! I'm sorry, alright.
-Oh, fuck! -I just panicked.
We need that key!
Without that safe we have nothing.
-Maybe we can get it open. -We've tried.
We've got more time now.
And... if the police come back
and it's all battered to fuck?
-That's gonna look great, isn't it? -Aw, fuck.
[John] What are we gonna do?
We have to go back.
Go back?
Dig him up.
-Fucking dig him up, are you serious? -Have you got any better ideas?
So, if we get caught...
are we still saying that... that I did it?
Not getting caught though, are we?
Fuck.
Just keep your fucking trap shut. Alright?
[Henry] How's youse doing?
-Jeep's looking spotless, lads. -Mm-hmm.
Good job.
Any, er, sign of Don yet?
No, none yet, no.
We're, er, just on our way up to look for him now, aren't we?
Yeah.
Where he hunts?
-Mmm. -Uh-huh.
We could help?
Know these woods like the back of my hand, eh?
-We just need to drop that off. -No need.
Thanks, mate.
Yeah, we're big boys, Miller,
we can look after our own business, eh?
You-you alright, John?
Yeah. Hi, Annie.
She was a special lady your ma.
-It was a lovely send-off. -Mm.
[John] She was special.
-She was-- -Look, we, er,
really should be getting on, so...
Find Don.
Exactly.
Good luck with that.
-He knows. -[Henry] Would you shut up, Vince!
[Vince] He knows what I did.
[Henry] We all did it.
All of us.
Right, that's us.
[Vince breathing heavily]
[tense music]
[grunting]
[thunder rumbles]
Keep fucking digging, Vince, you're the reason we're back here.
We got him.
John!
What?
-Come here. -What is it?
John, come here, now!
What the fuck?
[dramatic music]
[heavy panting]
[Henry] Where's the fucking body?
[John] The keys fucking gone and the rifle.
The rifle's gone.
-He wasn't dead. -He was fucking dead!
-Then where the fuck is he then? -I don't know.
-He was dead. -What and you're sure of that?
-I'm sure. -Then how'd you explain this?
John, you were there. You saw it with your own eyes.
-What time did you two go to bed last night? -What'd you mean?
-You were both still awake when I fell asleep. -Yeah, so what?
-So which one of you came back up here? -What?
-Vince? -Henry, listen to yourself.
You said it yourself, he's lost it.
-[Vince] You said that? -No, I didn't say that.
-Henry, he didn't do this. -What about you then?
-Why would I do this? -I don't know.
Take the key for yourself. I don't know.
Oh, fuck off.
Er, may-maybe... maybe this is Dad.
Maybe he like fucking changed or something.
Will you shut your mouth?!
Leave him alone. This wasn't him.
He didn't do it, OK?
So what then?
I don't know. I don't know what.
Maybe somebody took him.
No, I'll tell you one thing.
See, if he is alive, he's angry.
And he has a gun.
Look, I just think that we should go back, right?
If you'd just listened to me and killed him three weeks ago
then Mum would still be alive and we wouldn't be here.
[Don and Kate shouting echoes]
Hope I made myself clear.
I'm out with the Millers.
Clear this mess up, eh?
You keep an eye on this lot for me, huh?
[door shuts]
We should report him.
To who?
Police.
He'll kill us.
Then we'll kill him.
What?
-He's our dad. -He's a fucking animal.
No, he loves us.
He can be good, too.
You're the favourite, Vince.
You don't know what it's like for the rest of us.
John, talk some sense into him.
How much is in the safe?
I don't know.
Always says it's a fortune.
Won't even tell me how he got it.
We should take it.
And we leave.
-Well, I don't wanna leave. -Fuck sakes, Vince.
Just forget about the key. We should just go without it.
It's not risky if we kill him!
No.
John's right.
We leave.
All of us.
Together.
Look.
If you're seriously saying it wasn't either of you,
then we need to find him.
Or his body or whoever's fucking with us
or whatever's going on, and we need to finish this.
Are you with me?
Course I am.
Keep an eye on him.
Come on.
[Henry] Come on, we need to keep searching!
[groaning, panting]
We need to rest for a bit.
There's a track here, John, we need to keep going.
Rest, Henry.
Get up.
Five minutes.
Look, who's in charge here?
-Who's in charge? No one. -All of us.
No. No, that doesn't work. Someone needs to be in charge.
And that needs to be you? How good's your tracking?
Five minutes isn't going to make a difference, is it?
-Why don't we vote on it? -Vote on what?
Who's in charge.
-I vote me. Vince? -Just calm down, alright?
Don't you fucking tell me to calm down, John!
I'm the one who'll go to jail for something you said you'd do.
Please, Henry, just stop it, alright?
Why didn't you shoot him?
What's going on, John?
-What's going on? -Mm-hmm.
Nothing. What are you talking about?
You're fucking paranoid, mate.
You're like Dad.
[Vince] Just stop it.
I vote for Henry.
What?
-To be in charge. -Vince?
Let's keep moving.
-Yeah, fine, whatever. -Mm.
Tracks go this way, Vince.
Sorry I voted for Henry.
It's fine.
I just don't want him to go to jail and that.
He won't.
He will if we don't fix this.
Boys.
What?
[panting]
[flies buzzing]
[Henry] Jesus Christ.
What the fuck is this?
[flies buzzing]
[Henry] What the fuck?
-We should go back. -[Henry] Nah.
[John] This is fucked up.
Let me think.
[retches]
Nah. We're going back.
-Come on, Vince. -No, you're fucking not.
Look at him. Look at the state of him. Let's go home and wait this out.
-[Henry] Wait for what? -For the police to come and take me away?
No. No, no, we stay here.
-We finish this tonight. -How?
Stake this place out and we wait for whoever it is to come back.
What, like an ambush?
Exactly.
We don't even know if someone is coming back.
Got any better ideas?
[bird caws, twittering]
Not long now.
No one's coming.
Do you think we should tell Henry the truth?
Absolutely not. No.
Don't you ever say that again.
Do you hear me?
Say it.
I've lost Mum.
I'm not losing you.
I need to take a piss.
Don't go far.
[tense music]
[sighs] For fuck's sake, Vince.
How long does it take to piss?
No.
-Where are you going? -On me way.
-I'm not going anywhere. -Well, you don't have to.
You're gonna leave me to clear up your mess on my own?
-Enough, Henry. -Where is he?
Went for a piss.
What, you let him out of your sight, did you?
I'm gonna go find him now,
then I'm gonna go take him home.
You can come if you like.
It's over.
[rifle bolt loading]
What you doing, Henry?
You better not be trying to fuck me here, John.
Trying to set me up for this.
-Just put that down. -No.
Remember the box?
Wee box that Dad used to put us in.
Yeah.
Remember when he had me in there for three days.
I'm not going to prison, John.
I'm not fucking going.
I didn't do any of this.
We were meant to be free.
That was the whole point in all of this.
The whole point was protecting Mum.
Yeah, we fucked that up, didn't we?
Yeah, we did.
So let's protect Vince. Let me take him home.
And what if I don't let you?
John, what if I don't let you take him home?
Couldn't even shoot Dad.
But I don't think that you can shoot me either.
Look at me.
No!
Fuck's sake!
Where the fuck is he?
Told him not to go far. I told you he's a liability.
He's scared. He'll be back at the jeep keeping warm.
He could have come back up here last night.
Don't be so stupid. How could he have done that?
Saw what he was like around Miller.
-What if he goes to the police? -He won't.
How can you be so sure?
What is it, Henry?
I'm not saying anything.
No, go on, say it.
I'm not saying we do anything to him.
But what if we make him think that we might?
-What? -He's more likely to keep him mouth shut
if he thinks his life depends on it.
We are a team, the three of us.
Four.
Four of us.
I believe in you all.
Henry, you watch your dad while we pack.
[John] Come on. Just watch him, OK.
[snoring]
[heavy breathing]
[gulps]
We don't know what's it's gonna be like out there for us.
Anything is better than this.
Dad told me he'd kill himself if we ever left.
He won't.
We can't go.
Vince.
Do you love Mum?
Yeah.
But I love Dad, too.
You fucking idiot.
-It was a mistake, John. -We agreed.
We fucking agreed.
-I just-- -Fuck!
It's all my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault!
Yes, it is your fucking fault!
[Henry crying]
Get up.
We have to keep looking. OK?
He could be back at the jeep.
Fuck. He's not here.
[birds twittering]
Henry.
What?
Where are the rest of the bullets?
They're in the back.
They're gone.
Fuck.
For fuck's sake, Vince.
We just need to wait on him.
I'll take the first watch.
Fuck.
What the fuck?
[John breathing heavily]
Mum, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
[echoed voice] John.
[Don] Hey, John.
Come and have a drink, man. Whoa.
D'you see that? Sit down.
-What's the matter with ya, John? -You were dead.
Dad, stop it, please.
Here.
I said fucking eat it!
Fuck. You're dead. You are dead.
-[gunshot] -Relax, relax, you know.
-Come here, now! Come on, son, son, son. -Stay back.
Put the gun down, lad, come on. Good boy.
Now, what's the matter with you?
You alright? Relax, man.
You could have just told him, then it'd all be over.
-What the fuck? -Shh-shh.
[John panting]
Listen.
[distant gunshot echoes]
[Henry] We're getting closer.
[distant gunshot echoes]
-Where are we? -Shh.
Straight ahead, John.
[nearby gunshot echoes]
Fresh.
[groaning]
What are you doing, Vince?
Got it wrong the first time.
Should have used the photograph.
What the fuck are you talking about, Vince?
This is how you bring someone back.
Is this what you've been doing when you've disappeared at night?
It's an offering.
So that other place was you?
I'm bringing Mum back.
She can still come back.
Stop... fucking... talking about her.
Well, you two never ever want to talk about her.
It's like... It's like she never existed.
So I'm talking about her.
I'm gonna bring her back.
Where'd you put him?
Dad?
Where did you put him when you dug him up?
Was the deer an offering, too?
Were you trying to bring him back as well?
-No, just... -We need to get him back in the fucking ground
and give us that key.
I didn't do anything, Henry--
I swear if you fuck this up for us I'm gonna kill you.
Hey.
-Did you do it, Vince? No, I didn't do anything, John.
It's OK, Vince, you can tell me.
Yeah?
Answer him, Vince.
Henry.
-Henry! -Answer him.
-Or we're gonna have to hurt you. -Henry.
-I'm not joking. -Henry, put that down.
I'm gonna count to three.
Henry. If you don't tell us where he is I'm gonna start cutting.
Henry, no.
One.
Put the knife down, now.
-Two. -Fuck, Henry.
-Stop it! -[gunshot]
Next one doesn't miss.
Go on, then.
Back up!
You all know you're a fucking coward, John.
[groans]
Agh!
[gunshot]
[groaning]
[Henry moaning]
He knows where Dad is.
-OK, maybe. -Maybe?
You saw what he was doing. He thinks he can raise the fucking dead.
You tried to shoot him.
I was just trying to scare him like I said!
Yeah, well, I think that worked.
[twigs snapping]
[rustling, hooves running]
[distant animal baying]
[gunshot]
[tense music]
[Henry groans]
[gunshot]
[John] Get up!
-Come on, this way. -The jeep--
This way, John!
[gunshot]
In here?
[John panting]
[Henry] Shh, shh, shh. Quiet.
[footsteps]
[rifle bolt loading]
[footsteps]
[John whispers] It can't be Vince. He wouldn't.
If it's not Vince shooting at us then who is it?
Let's just get back to the jeep.
[Henry] I don't fucking believe it.
Was that you at the grave?
Did you take a fucking shot at us, Vince?
-I didn't shoot at you. -Then who did?
We need to get the fuck out of here.
-We can't. -Why?
Our tyre's slashed.
[Vince] Look.
So what?
Who do we know that smokes?
Miller?
-No. -[loud gunshot]
Jesus Christ!
Get up, get him up!
Get in.
[gunshot]
-John, we can't drive it like this. -We have to try.
-[gunshot] -Jesus Christ!
I know. Hold on, hold on.
Move quickly!
-Fuck, can't find my seatbelt. -Where they shooting from?
[Henry] Keep your head down.
-Look out! Fuck! -[gunshot]
I can't see where I'm going.
We're going off road!
-I can't see a thing. -Look out!
-Fuck! -[groans]
[groaning and panting]
[gunshot]
[John] Fuck. We're out in the open.
[Henry] Vince, follow me.
-[John] You know where you are? -Think so. Come on, lads.
-[gunshot] -Come on. John!
Right, come on.
Fucking Miller.
Let's keep moving.
We can hold up here.
I can't fucking believe it.
He could be just trying to scare us.
We don't even know if it's Miller.
Who else could it be?
I'll take the first watch. You get some sleep.
Close your eyes, Vince.
[Kate whisper echoes] John.
Mum?
Don't tell him, John.
You must never tell him!
[birds twittering]
[Henry groans]
[Vince retches]
I'm starving.
We all are, Vince.
Sorry I thought it was you.
Listen, mate, I have to tell you something.
It's my fault Mum's dead.
Henry, listen, I--
Let's just focus on what
we're doing next, shall we?
Yep.
We're sitting ducks for Miller.
Let's get him before he gets us, eh?
His cottage is what, a few miles down the road?
He's probably got Dad's key as well.
Get him? As in...?
Look, if we go home what's to say he doesn't go there next?
It's him or us.
Then we can go to the police.
Fuck that.
I'm going.
So we kill him then what?
Do we kill his wife, too?
Bury him out here in the woods?
Do we just kill everyone that gets in our way?
It's what Dad would have done.
Yeah, but you're not Dad, are you?
We're all a wee bit Dad, John.
Let's just be murderers then, eh?
Maybe that's all we are.
He tried to kill us last night.
We can't just wait here for him to come back and finish the job.
[tense music]
[John] Go.
[dog barks in the distance]
What'd you think you're doing?
Could ask you the same question.
-Where were you last night? -What are you doing in my house?
Just calm down.
-We know it was you. -What was me?
Saw your van.
Up at the forest.
Yes.
-Looking for your Dad. -We know you found him.
-No, I didn't. Why don't you put that down so we can talk?
We could make a deal.
Whatever's in the safe, you can keep it.
Are you on something, John?
You know we had no choice, right?
What?
My mum didn't trip.
-She didn't? -Mm-mm.
My dad pushed her down the stairs.
-He wouldn't. -We led him into the woods and then we killed him.
Wait, Vince.
You what?
You killed Don?
You know we did.
Put it down.
Put it down, Miller.
Didn't expect us to turn up here, did you?
I don't have the first clue what is going on here.
Where's the body?
-Who's body? -Dad's.
You took it.
You want the three of us dead
so you can have it all yourself.
Have what to myself?
You know what he put us through.
What he put our mum through.
No. Your Don's family.
-He's a good guy. -No, he fucking wasn't.
You can cough up that fucking key while you're at it.
-You killed him? -Henry, just hold it.
-He's lying. -I don't think that he is.
He was up in the woods shooting at us.
I was up there looking for him.
-[Miller] Fuck! -He's bluffing, John.
-[John] Henry. -Don't believe him.
I think he's telling the truth.
Then who the fuck was shooting at us?
-[gunshot] -Oh, fuck.
Get down! Move!
Hey, you looking for this, boys!
-Fuck! -[gunshot]
[glass shatters]
-He was dead. -Clearly not.
-I did bring him back. -No, you didn't. We just fucked up.
We won't make that mistake again.
Henry, where you going?
[Annie whimpering]
What did I fucking tell you about going for a clean kill, boys?
Eh? You can't even get that right!
Put 'em down, boys.
-Put 'em down. -[Annie shrieks]
Do you think I won't shoot her? Huh?
Do you think I give a fuck at this stage?
My own boys try and kill me.
My own flesh and blood.
I wake up and I have to claw my way out of a fucking grave!
Dug by my own fucking boys!
-[Annie pleads] -Shut your fucking mouth!
-We can fix this. -Oh, no, it's too late for that now, son.
You've all made your choices.
We didn't have a choice!
Oh, do you think you had it tough?
You never met my dad. Now, there was a man.
There was a sick fucking bastard if ever I met one.
You boys should consider yourselves fucking lucky you had me.
Why did you kill Miller?
It wasn't meant for Miller. It was meant for Henry.
But I'm not such a shit hot shot
ever since I got a fucking bullet in my shoulder.
Be your fucking head next time!
Go on, then!
Stick it right through her and into me!
Go on. No, aim for the heart, you idiot!
That's how you make sure they're dead.
Go on!
Go on.
Go on, son.
No?
No, no?
What about you, Johnny boy?
Do you think you can do it this time?
Huh? Do you think you can take the shot?
You couldn't do it last time. Go on.
Go on, take it!
I know you don't want to shoot me, Vince.
You love me, son, eh?
Like I love you.
You're not like these two.
Why don't you put the guns down, boys?
That's it. Good boy, son, all the way.
On the floor, son, on the floor.
That's it. Good boy.
Good boy.
Put the fucking guns down now!
Alright.
I'll give you three seconds.
Three.
Two.
-One. -No, wait!
-Henry. -He can't win.
He already has. Put it down.
Good boy, son.
That's it, Henry.
On the floor, Henry.
On the fucking floor.
That's it. Good boy.
That's it.
-[gunshot] -Fuck!
We can't have any witnesses, can we, boys?
-You won't get away with this. -Dad, don't do this.
I'm only defending myself. He tried to kill me.
-Yeah, so did I! -Don't worry, I'm getting to you.
-And me! -Not you, Vince, you're gonna stick around, back up my story.
-What story? -These two going all Columbine on us and killing the Millers.
I had no choice but to put them down.
-[gunshot] -[Don grunts]
[gunshot]
[Don groans]
This...
This is for Mum.
For Mum?
I didn't kill your mum.
-You still don't know? -Know what?
He still doesn't know?
Are you gonna tell him or will I?
[grunts]
-Where's Henry? -We can't go, Mum.
Vince, we talked about this.
No, we can't leave Dad.
Don't worry, son. Nobody's leaving.
So, you're all in on it, are you?
Dad, just let us go.
With my money?
Vince told me about your little plan.
OK, we're sorry, we don't need your money just, just let us go.
Vince doesn't want to go, does he?
Vince?
Is that not right, Vince?
I want us all to be together.
Vince wants us all to be together, John.
You're not gonna break up the family, are you?
We are going. The first chance we get, we are gone.
Jesus Christ.
We hate this place.
-You understand? -Uh-huh.
It's over.
Come on.
-Vince, come on. -Come on.
Look at that, Vince. Vince!
-Look what she's done to me. -[Kate] Vince, come on, baby!
She's not well, son.
-[John] Come on. -Look.
-See, how she's hurt me? -Hurry up.
-You know I can't live without you. -Vince!
You have to hurt her a little bit, OK.
Just to keep her, just for a couple of weeks.
Just a little bit, eh?
You-you know I love you, son.
[John] You can't trust him, Vince.
-You make your choice now, eh? -Vince!
Vince.
Do what you need to do.
What's wrong, son?
[gasps]
Mum!
What have you done?
Mum?
No, no, no, no. No.
[Henry crying] Mum, Mum.
He's lying, Henry, he'd say anything.
It's the truth, Henry.
You know it.
Vince.
Vince!
I'm sorry, Henry.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Why?
Dad told me he'd kill himself if I didn't do something.
Shut the fuck up!
I thought that if I hurt her...
then she wouldn't be able to leave.
She wasn't meant to die.
I just wanted to keep the family together.
And you fucking knew.
It's not his fault!
He just does whatever he says, he loves him!
Oh, he loves him?
This fucking monster.
He loves this fucking monster!
You thought I did it.
No, you-you were right to want to kill me for that.
The person who killed your mother deserves to die.
You shut your fucking mouth.
John knew.
And he lied about it,
because he knew what you'd do,
what you would have to do if you found out.
You knew...
and you lied.
All this time I thought it was me and it was him.
No, it was him. It was him, you idiot!
He tricked him.
Vince.
She's dead because of you.
So what the fuck am I meant to do now, eh?
You know what I'd do.
Shut your fucking mouth.
Go on, Henry.
Henry.
[Don] They deceived you.
[John] Don't listen to him.
Both of them as bad as each other.
Henry, we are a team.
I forgive you, Henry.
Get rid of them and we'll start again. They're not like us, they're weak.
Get rid of them for him.
He killed your fucking mother, Henry!
Broke her fucking neck like an animal.
You fucking did it!
[Don] Go on.
Shoot him.
I fucking knew you two were in this together,
I knew it!
[Don] Go on. Go on, Henry.
Shoot 'em, put 'em down, he deserves it!
Shoot him!
-[gunshot] -Run, Vince! Go!
[Don] Go on, son. Kill him!
You protected that wee snake.
I swear to God, I'm gonna kill the pair of you.
[Henry yells]
-I can't find the keys! -Well, fucking look!
[Henry] You're fucking liars!
Here, just fucking take it.
Oh, shit, here they are.
[Henry] John!
[engine splutters]
[car accelerates]
[gunshot]
Bastards.
[heavy breathing]
[birds twittering]
Show yourself!
[tense music]
[Henry] John!
Vince. Go hide.
-But... what about you? -Do it.
I'm unarmed.
Just let me in and we can talk about this.
I have the key.
It's all over. It's just the three of us now.
-Where is he? -Never you mind.
So it's come to this?
You tried to shoot us.
Yeah, I guess I did.
And Dad?
He's gone.
Definitely this time?
Mm-hmm.
How'd you think I got the key?
So how long do you think it'll take for the police to find the bodies?
A day or two.
-Maybe longer. -So there's still time.
Time for what?
To disappear.
There's still one thing, John.
He never meant it, Henry.
Mm. You said.
It was Dad.
-[scoffs] -He used Vince to do it.
[Henry sighs]
You know my first memory?
Must of been about three.
Watching Mum...
go back and forth.
Back and forth.
Pretending to fall over bales of hay to make me laugh.
As I got older...
I realised she was only doing that
so when Dad went for her...
I wouldn't be so scared.
He was so fucking strong, John.
You know?
For us.
She tried so hard to give us as much joy as she could.
I loved her so much.
And my own brother--
I am not gonna let you hurt him, Henry.
What you gonna do?
-You gonna shoot me? -If I have to.
-She deserves justice. -That wouldn't be justice.
That'd be revenge.
Yeah, same thing, innit?
Sound like Dad.
Yeah, you've said.
[Henry sighs]
Last chance, John.
You give me Vince or I'll go get him myself.
No.
We all go together or not at all.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
[Henry roars]
[groans]
[Henry] You don't need to hide, Vince.
[heavy breathing]
[Don grunts]
Come here, you fucking coward!
[groaning]
Vince.
[John panting]
Vince!
You think you can kill me?
I don't die, son!
I'm in you!
I'm in your blood!
I'm you!
And you're me!
[Henry] Vince.
Don't you want to come and talk to your brother, Vince?
If anything, I respect you all the more for this.
I thought you were soft like your mother.
Vince, I swear to God!
[Don groans]
-[gunshot] -[John winces]
Vince!
I'm gonna count to three
and then I'm gonna kick this fucking door in, OK?
Vince.
Vince, open this fucking door now!
Henry.
Vince, you open the fucking door now
or I'm gonna gut your brother.
Vince, stay in there, don't come out.
Somebody needs to pay, John.
Henry, Henry.
It's time to make your choice, son.
You're with him or you're with me.
See that key round your neck?
That's for you, son.
That's all yours. You get rid of him for me
and we'll start again.
You'll take my place when I'm gone.
You think you can trust him?
You fucking lied to me, John!
That's right, Henry.
You-you were right, someone's got to pay.
Henry.
There is a little bit of him in all of us.
But there's also a little bit of Mum.
And you have to let her win because me and Vince
we love you! He doesn't love you.
Henry, he's lying to you again, son.
Go on then. Go on!
Go on, that's it. That's my boy!
Go on, son.
Go on. Go on, Henry.
Go fuck yourself.
That is a big mistake, Henry.
That's a big fucking mistake!
-[gunshot] -[groans]
[Don groans]
[Don whimpering]
I...
Boys, boys, wait.
Wait, it's OK.
Of course it's empty.
Maybe he spent it.
There is no money, Vince. There never was.
Let's finish this.
It was his dad's.
Did you know?
Why don't you do the honours, Vince?
What the fuck do we tell them?
[distant siren wailing]
We tell them the truth of what happened up here.
-This ends today. -John...
The truth.
For Mum.
[Henry] For Mum.
[Vince] For Mum.
[choral music]
[sirens wailing]
[car door bangs]
[police radio chatter]
[choral music continues]