All the Devils Are Here (2025)

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(VIBRANT MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(PIGS SQUEALING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

(GRADY SCREAMING)

RONNIE: Where's the kid?

-(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

GRADY: Adios, big man!

(g*nsh*t ECHOING)

(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)

RONNIE: 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.

(MELLOW ORCHESTRAL

MUSIC PLAYING)

-(DOOR KNOCKING)

-(CLOCK TICKING)

HAROLD: Yes?

Ronnie Blake.

RONNIE: 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.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

-HAROLD: Twenty?

All grown up. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

HAROLD: The last

of a dying breed.

(g*n c*ck)

GRADY: Three!

-(BEEPING)

-GRADY: Two!

-(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-GRADY: One!

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

ROYCE: Hands up!

Get away from the desk!

Put your hands up now!

You stay where you are!

You stay where you are!

GRADY: All right.

Come play with your friends.

(HOSTAGE 1 GROANS)

RONNIE: 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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS)

GRADY: With these sacks on,

I can't tell which one of you

is cryin'.

-(WATCH TICKING)

-(SIGHS)

GRADY: Is it you?

-(HOSTAGE 2 PANTING)

-(GRADY GRUNTS)

(HOSTAGE 3 GROANING IN DISTANCE)

Don't stop.

Keep going. Keep going!

(HOSTAGE 3 SCREAMING)

Go and check it, man.

GRADY: Yes, boss.

(HOSTAGE 1 BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENING)

(GRADY WHISTLES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

-(GRADY WHISTLES)

-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(HOSTAGE 4 WHIMPERS)

-(PHONE CLACKING, DINGING)

-(SECURITY GUARD) Help me!

(GRADY WHISTLES)

-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

-(GRADY WHISTLES)

(SECURITY GUARD) Help!

(WHIMPERS)

What have you been up to?

Hmm?

(DIAL TONE BEEPING)

Weren't you listenin'

to the old fella?

No one moves, no one gets hurt,

and all that.

(SECURITY GUARD

BREATHING HEAVILY)

GRADY: Blah, blah, blah.

(DIAL TONE BEEPING)

Nah.

I don't think so.

And that...

that's just plain rude.

(GRUNTS)

(SECURITY GUARD GROANING)

I can't see

what I'm bloody doin' now.

(COUGHS) Please.

Now, that's better.

Please. Please.

Please.

(GRUNTS, SHOUTS)

(RONNIE GRUNTS)

What the f*ck

do you think you're doin'?

Your man here

was trying to call the cops.

His hands are tied

behind his back.

How the f*ck

was he gonna do that?

He was gonna cut 'em loose.

I got here just

in the nick of time.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Right.

-(GRUNTS)

-(GASPS)

Let's get the f*ck outta here

before you k*ll someone else.

(GRADY PANTING, GROANING)

Sorry.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

GRADY: He drives

like my grandma.

ROYCE: Shut up, man!

GRADY: I've seen hearses

go faster than this.

(ENGINE REVVING)

-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

-Keep it steady.

(LAUGHS)

See, I told you

we'd be all right.

(LAUGHS)

g*n it.

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

That's the last of 'em.

All right, but how?

How do you know that?

RONNIE: 'Cause I've done

this sort of thing before.

You get a sense

for these things.

Look out!

(ALL PANT)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

You were supposed to keep

your eyes on the f*cking road!

-f*ck.

-GRADY: Where the f*ck

did you get your license?

ROYCE: It just stepped out!

I don't think we hit it.

Definitely didn't hit it.

-(RAIN PATTERING)

-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

ROYCE: Well?

ROYCE: We didn't...

We didn't... (SIGHS)

-It don't matter.

-Do you think that we...

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

RONNIE: We go.

Now.

(ENGINE REVVING)

("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"

PLAYING)

I'll find a better life

For you

The stars have said

Our love's untrue

And just because

We shared a lie

There is no reason

For a soul to die

(VOCALIZING)

I've got a soul

And you broke my heart

Find a new scene

And let us depart

Don't hang around

And let yourself

Be caught in this

(WIND HOWLING)

You'll find

A better people there

A friendly love

The kind who care

And not the sort like me

(MUSIC STOPS)

(NUMBERS GROANS)

(WINDOW OPENING)

Numbers, is it?

Yes, it is.

Right, go on.

Uh, any police?

Not anymore.

-(DOOR OPENS)

-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.

-GRADY: 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 g*n

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?

(WIND HOWLING)

Get rid of it.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(PARKING BRAKE CLICKING)

(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)

(SNIFFS) What is that smell?

It's country air.

You'll get used to it.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(GROANS) f*ck me.

(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

Nah. Nah. No way.

No f*ck' way, man.

He say anything to you

about animals?

-No.

-(LAUGHS)

Oh, that's...

that's marvelous, that is.

(DOOR CREAKS)

RONNIE: Jesus f*cking Christ.

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

NUMBERS: There are

three bedrooms,

and it was

Mr. Reynolds' stipulation

that I should take

the upstairs room.

-Why?

-GRADY: 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.

NUMBERS: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

NUMBERS:

There's a bathroom upstairs.

A toilet cubicle, kitchen,

lounge, and, uh,

two other bedrooms.

Two?

You two are sharing.

Oh, goody.

NUMBERS: You should get

the... the money.

(MUMBLES)

(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)

-(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

I call top bunk.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Just don't talk

or make any kind of commotion

before ten in the morning,

and we'll be grand.

(GRUNTS)

(CLACKING)

-(DOOR CREAKING)

-(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

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.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(RADIO STATIC)

(STATIC)

-(RADIO STATIC)

-(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

("GYPSIES, TRAMPS & THIEVES"

PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)

I was born in the wagon

Of a traveling show

My mama had to dance

For the money they'd throw

Papa would do

Whatever he could

You'll want to relax a bit,

or the next few days

ain't gonna be easy.

I'm good, man.

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

RONNIE: Listen, don't think

about what happened back there.

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

RONNIE: 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.

And Papa woulda shot him

If he knew what he'd done

RONNIE: Eat.

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it

From the people of the town

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

But every night

All the men would come around

And lay their money down

Never had schooling

But he taught me well

With his smooth

Southern style

Three months later

I'm a gal in trouble

And I haven't seen him

For a while

(LIGHTER FLICKS)

Oh, whoa

I haven't seen him

For a while

Oh, no

She was born in a wagon

Of a traveling show

Her mama had to dance

For the money they'd throw

Grandpa'd do

Whatever he could

Preach a little gospel

And sell a couple bottles

Of Doctor Good

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it

From the people of the town

They'd call us

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

But every night

All the men would come around

And lay their money down

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

Gypsies, tramps

And thieves

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

GRADY: Dinner, is it?

Well, thanks for the invite.

(CHUCKLES)

No hard feelings anyway.

Why don't we all have a drink?

Hey? Let bygones be bygones.

(DISHES CLINKING)

("I DON'T WANT TO KNOW"

PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)

Oh, he's a character, isn't he?

(CHUCKLES)

So are you lads in? Hmm?

(CHUCKLES) 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 f*cked 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 f*cking face again.

(EXHALES)

So that's a no then?

I love you more each day

Whoa, oh

I don't want to know

Whoa, oh, oh

I don't want to know

Whoa, oh, oh

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRADY SNORING)

-(DISHES CLATTERING)

-(GASPS)

f*ck me.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR LOCKING)

(GRADY GROANS)

(GROANS)

HAROLD: Grady?

What's that then? Surname?

Your Christian name?

It's my only name.

HAROLD: 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?

-(CHUCKLES)

-HAROLD: 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.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(RONNIE GROANS)

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.

(WIND HOWLING)

(TAPPING INTENSIFIES)

(GRADY LAUGHING)

(ROYCE COUGHING)

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.

GRADY: No one's holding a g*n

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.

-(SPITS)

-(GRADY LAUGHS)

-(TOILET FLUSHING)

-(NUMBERS SHOUTS)

-NUMBERS: Oh, stop!

-(PIPES RATTLING)

Reminds me of my old

Aunt Kelsee's place, this.

(PIPES CREAKING)

Out in the arse of nowhere,

near Garvagh.

f*cking 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 ba*ls

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.

-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

But old chiefy, he was back

again the next night,

-(BREATHES SOFTLY)

-...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.

(MUTTERS)

Birds won't nest there.

The crops are no good

in the fields all around.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

And no one ever, ever

goes there at night.

It's cursed Earth,

just like this place.

RONNIE: Bollocks.

"Cursed."

Just 'cause you can't see

something...

don't mean it isn't there.

-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

-That's quite a yarn.

NUMBERS: Oh, no, it's fine.

(LAUGHS) f*ck' hell!

NUMBERS: 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, seor?

Yes. Why not?

Say when.

(DRINK POURING)

NUMBERS: When.

Well now, there's a man

who don't f*ck about.

I'm sure I know your face

from somewhere.

Did I see you at Mac's

one time maybe?

(MUTTERS)

I don't know of any Mac.

RONNIE: 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.

-(GLASSES CLINKS)

-(GULPS)

-(GULPS)

(NUMBERS SLURPING)

(NUMBERS EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Well, thanks for that.

("LIVERPOOL LULLABY" PLAYING

OVER STELLAPHONE)

Oh, you are a mucky kid

Dirty as a dustbin lid

(MUSIC CONTINUES,

MUFFLED THROUGH FLOOR)

(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING,

CRANK POUNDING)

(ADDING MACHINE KEYS CLACKING)

Oh, you have

Your father's nose

(ADDING MACHINE CRANK POUNDING)

God.

(ADDING MACHINE

CONTINUES NOISILY)

If you're not asleep

When the boozers close

You'll get a belt...

(KNOCKS)

NUMBERS: One moment.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

Strawberry jam tarts

In your hair

-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.

The beggar drinks it...

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--

-(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)

-(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

GRADY: (LAUGHING) He's wobbling,

he's wobbling, he's wobbling!

(CACKLES)

(ROYCE VOMITS)

(CACKLES)

-(CACKLING ECHOES, FADES)

-(MUSIC FADES)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIPES CREAKING)

-(FAUCET SHUTS OFF)

-(WATER DRIPPING)

(SLURPS)

(GLOOMY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CLICKS)

("GOIN' OUT OF MY HEAD" PLAYING

OVER STELLAPHONE)

Well, I think I'm goin'

Out of my head

(TV STATIC)

Yes, I think I'm goin'

Out of my head

Over you

Over you

I want you to want me

I need you so badly

I can't think

Of anything but you

(LIGHT FLICKERING)

And I think I'm goin'

Out of my head

Out of my head

'Cause I can't explain

The tears that I shed

Out of my head

Over you

-(ALL SHOUTING, LAUGHING)

-Over you

-(GRADY SCREAMING)

-I see you each morning

But you just walk past me

You don't even know

That I exist

Goin' out of my head

Over you

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Out of my head over you

Out of my head

Day and night

Night and day and night

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

RONNIE:

"It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom,

it was the age of foolishness."

(DREARY MUSIC PLAYING)

ROYCE: Oh.

(CREAKS, GURGLES)

ROYCE: Oh!

(GURGLES)

Oh! (MUTTERS)

(SPLASHES)

(WATER DRIPPING)

GRADY: (MUFFLED)

What the f*ck have you done?

(INDISTINCT ARGUING)

God...

(TOILET BUBBLING, SPLASHING)

(WHIMPERS)

Oh...

(WATER PATTERING)

(MUSIC FADES)

-(METAL CLANGING)

-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRADY GRUNTS)

RONNIE: You sure you know

what you're doin'?

GRADY: I'm a man

of many talents, me.

(METAL CLANGING)

GRADY: (GRUNTS SOFTLY)

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.

-(GRUNTS)

-(PIPES CREAKING)

GRADY: (GRUNTS) There ya are.

(SIGHS) She's off now.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

I didn't do anything. What...

-You filthy f*ck. (SIGHS)

-(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)

-(GRADY WHISTLES)

-(WATER DRIPPING)

(FLY BUZZING)

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

-(LIGHTS FLICKERING)

-(GRADY WHISTLING)

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.

ROYCE: 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?

-RONNIE: 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?

(JAW CRACKLES)

What if we were to split it?

Between us?

RONNIE: 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.

-GRADY: No?

No.

We send him.

(CHUCKLES) 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 f*cked,

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... (YELLS)

...I don't give a f*ck

about your orders,

you understand?

-Sit down.

-Or what, big man?

Sit down.

Please.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SPITS)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(WIND HOWLING)

-(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SNORES SOFTLY)

(MUSIC FADES)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

(GASPS)

(BREATHES SOFTLY)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(GROANS)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

-(WHISPERS) Who is it?

-How the f*ck should I know?

-The police?

-(KNIFE CLANGING)

(DOOR KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Well, if it is, they came

on foot. There's no car.

That's a last resort.

We don't need

another f*cking bloodbath.

(DOOR POUNDING)

I'll take the lead.

(DOOR POUNDING CONTINUES)

(ENCHANTING MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello.

-Are you lost, love?

-No. The boss sent me.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Then I suppose

you'd better come in.

-C: Hello.

-(DOOR CREAKING, CLOSING)

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

RONNIE: My apologies.

They're, uh...

They're not properly

house trained.

What's your name?

C.

C?

GRADY: 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.

RONNIE: Did he say

when he was coming?

The boss, I mean. Have you got

any messages from him?

C: 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.

RONNIE: 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.

RONNIE: Royce...

I'll check the cupboards,

you write it all down.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

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...

-(BOTTLES CLINKING)

-(WATER DRIPPING)

-Are you gettin' all this down?

-(FRIDGE DOOR CLOSES)

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.

-(NOTEPAD SLAMS)

-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER STELLAPHONE)

As I said, I apologize.

We've been here too long.

(CHUCKLES)

That won't be necessary.

It's all taken care of.

-Are you sure?

-C: Yeah.

RONNIE: 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.

-(DOOR OPENING)

-Bye.

God.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

-You're too sensitive.

-(MUSIC FADES)

I was just being hypothetical.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

HAROLD: 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.

-HAROLD: Yeah.

And that we'd look after you.

Raise you right,

provide you with a family.

(CHUCKLES)

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? (CHUCKLES)

-No.

-No, it's Royce now, isn't it?

Rollers that you go in for.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

-Right.

-HAROLD: Yeah.

Well, Royce...

I find myself, at short notice,

suddenly light on a driver,

so... (INHALES)

Once again,

today is your lucky day.

Opportunity knocks,

it would seem.

HAROLD: So, don't f*ck it up.

-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

-(DOOR KNOCKING)

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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SIGHS) 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.

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(WIND HOWLING)

(INHALES DEEPLY) Anyways...

(CLICKS TONGUE)

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.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

RONNIE: 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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

RONNIE: You stay far away

from Mr. Reynolds...

and that f*cking psychopath

out there.

(MUSIC FADES)

Don't end up like me.

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

RONNIE: When I'm done...

when I'm out,

I was hopin' I could see ya.

(LAMB BLEATS)

RONNIE: 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?

(BLEATS)

Yes, I've still got

To meet him

-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

-(MUSIC SKIPPING)

("CONVERSATIONS" PLAYING

OVER STELLAPHONE)

(MUSIC FADES)

(STELLAPHONE CLICKING)

-(INSECT BUZZING)

-(WATER DRIPPING)

(LIGHTS FLICKERING)

(DISHES CLINKING SOFTLY)

Some of that water's gotten

into the electrics, I'd say.

And when the lights go out...

then what the f*ck

are we gonna do?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

The question is...

what do we do about it?

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

When she comes back...

I think we're gonna have

a little fun first though,

me and her.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, she was givin' plenty

of signals out earlier.

A wee bit o' rough and tumble.

(BLOWS)

I think you're mistaken

about a great deal of things.

Thing is, though...

(GRUNTS) ...it don't matter

what you think.

We only deferred to you

because of him,

and if he's decided

to f*ck us over...

then I'm done deferrin',

if you catch my drift.

Right.

GRADY: 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 f*ck out of here.

That's pretty much how things

are gonna pan out, I think.

(WATER SQUELCHING)

-Just leave the girl out of it.

-(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

Didn't you hear

what I just said?

-Just leave her.

-GRADY: Oh, wait.

(LAUGHS) 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... (LAUGHS)

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 f*ck' teddy bear.

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

You don't know when

to shut up, do you?

-(GRUNTS)

-(MUSIC FADES)

-(RONNIE PANTS)

-(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(PIGS SQUEALING)

Help me pick him up.

(WIND HOWLING)

RONNIE: 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."

-(FLICKERING)

(DOOR KNOCKING)

RONNIE: Can you open the door?

We need to talk.

I'm afraid I can't

at this particular moment.

Why?

NUMBERS: 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.

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

NUMBERS: But I've just got

a little fever.

I'm sure it'll pass.

(ELECTRICITY ZAPPING)

RONNIE: Oh, f*ck!

f*ck!

(FOOTSTEPS STOMPING)

RONNIE: f*ck! f*ck!

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

HAROLD: 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?

-(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(CHOKES, SPITS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(SPITTING, GROANING)

He didn't have the ba*ls

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?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

A real humdinger.

It probably won't surprise you,

but this isn't the first time

I've been tied to a chair.

(CHUCKLES)

You're awake then.

GRADY: 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.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Oh, now he decides

to have a drink.

RONNIE: Yeah, well...

Been that kind of day.

(CHUCKLES)

GRADY: Earlier on,

when we were talkin',

before you threw that

electric toaster at my head...

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

Before you decided

to as*ault 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-f*cking-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-f*cking-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 f*ck' kiddie fiddler,

that's who.

Him?

Nah.

GRADY: Yeah,

it was in the papers.

Charles Hussey is his real name.

A right posh c**t.

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 f*ck' obvious

he'd done it.

Now...

I'm no saint...

but even I'd draw the line

at that, I would.

(SOFT, DARK MUSIC PLAYING)

Innocent until proven guilty.

GRADY: No smoke without fire.

Seven different kids it was.

Now, one...

One might have

an overactive imagination, yeah,

but seven?

(WHISPERS) 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 f*ck' reckon

he did,

and it leaves

a f*cking 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.

(LAUGHS)

Nobody's perfect.

(CHUCKLES)

Why don't we put

our differences aside,

you and me?

Go up there, take what's ours,

because I don't trust

that f*ck 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 f*cking day.

I've sent out word to the boss--

(SCREAMS) We're on

our f*cking own!

Isn't that obvious?!

He's figured that out,

and now he's about to pull

a f*cking fast one.

And the rest of us, we'll be

stuck here with no money

and no f*cking 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--

(PANTS SOFTLY)

(SOFT, GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(WIND HOWLING)

(PIGS SQUEALING)

It's me.

I'm gonna get my head down

for a bit, just a couple hours.

-That's all.

-ROYCE: And what if he wakes up?

RONNIE: Well,

if he starts speakin',

then you gag him.

Don't listen to his bollocks.

If you need me, come and get me.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

-(WIND HOWLING)

-(PIGS GRUNTING, SQUEALING)

(GRADY GROANING)

(WINCING)

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

You again.

It's like musical

f*cking chairs in here.

Hard to keep up.

How about one of those for me?

(CHUCKLES)

When I was about your age,

I was in a seminary.

(CHUCKLING) 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.

(LAUGHING)

Ah...

It's shite.

(CHUCKLES)

There ain't no Lord.

Never was.

There ain't nothin'.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

You see something you want,

you reach out,

and you f*cking 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 f*ck' do with it.

Strong or weak.

Alive or dead.

Win or lose.

Yeah, those are the only things

that matter.

(PANTING)

(DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Ronnie. Ronnie!

-Ronnie, you gotta come.

-What's wrong?

Come quick. Come quick!

-(GRUNTS)

-(RONNIE GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

You're gonna need to help me.

(METAL CLANGING)

He weighs a f*cking ton.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

-(GRADY GROANING, GRUNTING)

-(ROYCE GROANING, GRUNTING)

(PANTS)

I'll deal with you later.

(GROANING)

(SIGHS)

I gave him the same offer

I gave you.

He just chose not to take it.

(WHISTLING)

-(DOOR THUDDING)

-(GASPS)

What's going on?

GRADY: Change of plans,

that's what.

-(GASPS)

-(GRUNTING)

GRADY: I f*ck' knew it.

It's not what it looks like.

Oh, no? What is it then?

"No weapons allowed," he says.

Un-f*cking-believable.

I... I don't want to have

to sh**t you.

Oh, you won't sh**t me.

(WHIMPERS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(SCREAMS)

-(GASPING) Stay back!

(GASPS, WHIMPERS)

GRADY: 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.

-(WHIMPERS)

-(GASPS)

Oh, you didn't want to do that.

-(SCREAMS)

-(GROANS) f*ck!

-(g*n CLATTERING)

-(GRADY GROANING)

Oh, I've had enough of this.

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMING)

-(GRADY GRUNTING)

-(NUMBERS SCREAMING)

Oh, you silly boy.

(NUMBERS GROANING)

So this is what you've

been doin' up here, eh?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

-(NEEDLE CLATTERING)

-GRADY: 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.

GRADY: I need a pair

of hands up here!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

-(GRUNTS)

-(NUMBERS WHIMPERING)

(GROANS)

Yeah, sorry about the mess.

ROYCE: What did you-- f*ck!

-Couldn't be helped.

-ROYCE: Oh, my God.

(RETCHING)

He was tryin' to do a runner.

(GROANING)

(SIGHS)

Go grab another one of those.

I'll go get the car.

(NUMBERS LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

-(METAL CLANGING)

-(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMS)

(LAUGHS)

(GRADY SCREAMING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(PANTS)

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.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

-(SNIFFLES)

-(ROYCE WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRADY GROANING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

-Jesus. Oh!

-(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANS)

Where's the kid?!

-Hey?

-(GROANS)

Where's the kid?!

-(PANTS)

-(GRADY WHIMPERING)

You're too sensitive,

is the problem.

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH GROAN)

-(GRUNTS)

-(GROANS)

(GRADY GRUNTING)

(RONNIE GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(SCREAMS) f*ck!

-(GRADY SPITTING)

-(RONNIE GRUNTING)

-(BOTH GROAN)

-(PIGS SQUEALING)

f*cking c**t.

(BOTH GROAN)

(BOTH GRUNT, GROAN)

(GRADY SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GROAN)

-(RONNIE GRUNTING)

-(PANTS)

Adios, big man!

(BOTH GRUNT)

(g*nsh*t)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(WIND HOWLING)

(RONNIE PANTING)

(GROANS)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(RONNIE COUGHING)

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(PANTS)

(PANTS)

I f*cked 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.

(SHUSHES)

It's no good makin' a fuss.

This is how it has to be.

RONNIE: C...

Why am I here?

You can tell me now.

It doesn't matter anymore,

does it?

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

You get a sense

for these things.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

-Look out!

-(SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

-(LIGHT FLICKERING)

-(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CAR HORN HONKING STEADILY)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

RONNIE: Hell is empty...

'cause we're all here.

(GASPS)

(LOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

It looks like

we're gonna be here...

for a little while longer.

(PIGS GRUNTING)

(PIG SQUEALING, ECHOING)

("FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS"

PLAYING)

I'll find

A better life for you

The stars have said

Our love's untrue

And just

Because we shared a lie

There is no reason

For a soul to die

(VOCALIZING)

I've got a soul

And you broke my heart

Find a new scene

And let us depart

Don't hang around

And let yourself

Be caught in this

You'll find

A better people there

A friendly love

The kind who care

And not the sort

Like me you've found

We're mean and hard

And we push around

(VOCALIZING)

I've got a soul

And you broke my heart

Find a new scene

And let us depart

Don't hang around

And let yourself be caught

(SCATTING)

I've got a soul

And you broke my heart

Find a new scene

And let us depart

Follow

Follow

Follow

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)