7 Cases Page #4

All right. I'll see you soon.

- You okay, mate?

- No.

We've gotta do this, haven't we?

You can't do this.

You can't kill me.

Rach...

Floyd, look,

I didn't leave you

because I didn't love you.

I left you because

I couldn't watch you anymore.

You were always

on self-destruct.

You always f***ed up

even when you were being sweet.

No! No! No!

Mate. Mate! It's sh*t. I know.

We've seen some bad stuff today.

Mitchell...

When we're done...

When this is all finished,

if we're still alive,

we track down Lawson

and we kill him.

Goes without saying, brother. It goes

without saying. We'll f***ing... He dies.

Is this the last one?

This is the sixth case.

He said there was seven.

I can't go

through that again, Mitch.

- I can't do it.

- We've seen worse, mate.

You've done worse, and

for less than half a million!

That was then.

Then? Now? Who gives a f***.

You're a nasty f***er

when you want to be.

Now is the time you can

f***ing remember that.

I ain't enjoying this one bit...

But I've come this far, and I'm seeing

it through and so are f***ing you!

Let's get on with it.

Doors closing.

F***ing who's left?

Who could this be?

That's my brother.

I didn't want to say anything.

Look, I'm sure it isn't.

I'm sure it's not...

Oh, f***. I can't, I couldn't deal

with that. I couldn't handle that.

When was the last

time you spoke?

No, well when he stole Karen.

I don't even know where he is.

Well, that's probably good.

Oh, f***.

Twelfth floor.

Doors opening.

F***, I'm sorry, Gary.

F***ing psycho!

"I'm sorry?" F***ing sorry?

This isn't me.

I'm not doing this to you.

He's telling you the truth.

I'm not gonna tell you

it's not my fault,

but I'm not the one

doing this to you.

Why should I believe you?

You said you'd kill me.

Do you think

I'm capable of this? Me?

You're my brother!

I am, Mitch. I'm your brother.

We grew up together.

You can't do this.

Listen to him, Gary. This

isn't us, we're here to help.

What's in the case?

It's money.

It's a lot of money.

I don't get it.

We were robbed.

That's our money.

If we want it back,

we got to sacrifice you.

Says who? Who's doing this?

It's revenge. F***ing revenge.

What about Karen?

Where's Karen?

Look, we need to get on.

Where's Karen?

She's dead.

She's f***ing dead.

He found her.

No, no.

No. That's not f***ing fair.

You always bring this kind

of sh*t on everyone, Mitchell!

I know.

Listen. We got

to get the f*** out of here.

We need to decide

what we're gonna do.

Look, the deal is,

if we take the case,

your head gets screwed.

If we try to dismantle this sh*t,

bomb goes off, we're f***ed. We all die.

The only unknown quantity

is if we just leave you here,

and walk off.

We don't seem

to have many options.

I'm screwed.

What's that camera for?

He's watching us.

Then cover the camera up.

He'll blow the bomb.

He won't f*** about.

He might hesitate enough to give me

time to get out of this f***ing thing.

He might. But he might not.

Well, we don't seem to have much choice.

We're out of options.

F***. I can't deal with this.

This isn't right.

It's not f***ing right.

I'm not watching my brother die.

We're getting out of here. Together.

No dismantling

my toys, Mitchell.

Two minutes, Mitch.

We got two minutes!

F***ing...

It's down to less than a minute!

We have to go, Mitch!

We go or we die.

Oh, f***, no.

I'm f***ing sorry.

Please, Mitch!

Help me, Mitch!

Please.

Please.

- Go on, go on.

- Run, you f***er.

You f***ing c*nt.

Now you see how it feels?

Now you understand, Mitchell.

Sh*t! F***ing driver.

It was you!

Sh*t.

Come back here.

That wasn't very

f***ing clever, was it?

Floyd.

Floyd.

Floyd, wake up.

Floyd, Floyd, wake up.

F***.

Sh*t.

What the f***? Where are we?

It looks like the place

we stayed last night.

Yeah, it does.

It's the f***ing driver.

He was in on it.

Yeah, it's coming

back to me now.

He shot us...

Tranquilizer.

We've been properly

f***ing done over, mate.

What's with the TV?

Good evening.

The pain of knowing

my family burnt to death

because two

incompetent criminals

thought they could take

what didn't belong to them

is not made any less painful

by knowing

you have had the worst day

of your lives today.

I have enjoyed watching it all.

As with everything in life,

all actions have reactions.

And now, you are

at the end of your day.

And one of you is about to be

at the end of your life.

In front of you is a chessboard.

You each have 10 minutes

on your clocks.

And you must play

until one of you wins.

You each have a case

with a gun inside it.

The winner's case will open.

As you can see,

there is another bomb

right

here.

As soon as the game is finished,

it will start counting down

from two minutes.

If more than one of you is still

alive at the end of the time,

it will explode.

If not, the survivor

will be released.

You are not playing

for money, of course.

That's mine.

You are playing for your life.

Oh, and if you think

you're coming after me,

I wouldn't bother.

I have CCTV footage of you

killing your friends,

and I've got enough money to

make sure you never find me.

One more thing.

If you make an illegal move

in the game,

you lose 20 seconds from the two

minutes on the bomb's timer.

Sorry, I can't

be there in person,

but I'm on my way to the airport

with your f***ing money.

F***ing bomb...

What a c*nt.

We're f***ed.

Yeah, well,

one of us definitely is.

No, I mean, I can't play chess.

What's the clock all about?

You start the clock at

the beginning of the game,

and after each move

you just hit the button.

Well, so we've only got

10 minutes thinking time?

Yeah.

Look.

Before we do this,

are we really going to

go through with it?

I really think if I win,

I can't shoot you, Mitch.

Well, I'm gonna

f***ing shoot you.

Yeah.

You know what I mean, mate.

This, this thing was never

going to end well, was it?

Mitch, I'm so sorry

I asked you to get into this.

I am sorry.

We couldn't ignore

what happened.

I enjoyed the job.

Just like the old days.

Yeah. It was fun.

Let's just get on with it.

Illegal move,

you brain-dead punks.

What the f***?

Oh.

I think the pawns

move forward, not diagonal.

I forgot. Sorry.

Sorry?

Your go.

So, two moves...

Two spaces, yeah?

Yeah.

Can any of these jump

over the pawns?

The knights, and the bishops.

The bishops are these ones.

They go diagonally.

Oh, f***.

F***!

F***! We lost another

20 seconds.

We can't carry on

like this, mate.

We're both gonna

get blown to sh*t.

Sorry, mate.

No! One space forward, mate.

It's only two on the first go.

All right.

What the f***?

Mate. We're f***ing toast.

This ain't gonna work.

I know.

Your move.

The clock's ticking.

F***!

That was never gonna happen,

was it?

No point in both of us dying.

It's okay.

Kill him! Kill him!

Do it!

Do it!

Sometimes,

life deals you a bad hand.

This game we all play turns ugly

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