Face Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 105 min
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Footbridge by Dave's old place.
Four o'clock.
Oh, sh*t!
Get in the corner!
Get in the f***ing corner!
Get in the corner!
- I can't do this. I can't f***ing do this.
- Shut up!
You! Get out!
Hold your fire!
Oh, no!
I'll blow his f***ing head off!
The workers united
will never be defeated!
The workers united
will never be defeated!
Get off!
Kurdistan! Kurdistan!
Hello, Mum. What's going on?
Hazir and Talibali are being deported
tomorrow. What about you?
I've got a slight problem.
Is this the thing
that was nothing to worry about?
I need to borrow a car
and some money.
Who do you think you are?
Robin Hood?
We don't always give to the poor,
but we do rob the rich.
You are pathetic! You're out for yourself,
like every other grubby little capitalist!
It's over! Didn't you read the news?
They won!
Please!
Please. I need it. I wouldn't ask,
it's just that it's very, very serious.
Thanks.
You look better when you've shaved.
I don't know when I'll see you again.
Is that bad?
Yeah.
They haven't won, Ray.
We're still here and we're still fighting.
You may have given up,
but that doesn't mean everybody else has.
I've always disappointed you, Mum.
You've never disappointed me.
Only yourself.
We need to talk.
- How bad is it?
- I'm wanted for stealing cars,
armed robbery, resisting arrest
and three murders.
Murder's the only thing I didn't do.
Have you ever killed anyone?
What?
- Have you ever killed anyone?
- No.
But in your work it's a possibility.
- Maybe.
- So it's only a matter of time.
Bill and Linda are dead.
I don't believe it.
- Someone got greedy.
- What are you talking about?
- Why can't you communicate with me?
- That's what greedy people do!
Do you know who did it?
It's under control. It'll be dealt with.
For God's sake! Can you hear
how obscene you sound? Pathetic!
I know! You were right.
You and Mum, you were both right!
I f***ed up, Connie!
I don't just mean today. A long time ago.
I know what you're gonna say.
They beat us. That's when I thought,
f*** it, it's war, them against us.
Some war. You're a thief.
What are you gonna do now?
I'm gonna sort this out
and find somewhere to start again.
Start what?
I don't know! Just...
Just start again.
Maybe make a better job of it this time.
What about coming with me?
- Ray...
- I need you. I really need you to come.
I can't give you one good reason
why you should.
Except?
- You know why.
- What's in it for me, Ray?
If it was the other way round,
I wouldn't let you go without me.
Look...
I'm gonna be at Leicester East
service station off the M1 tonight, late.
Are you gonna come?
Take care, Ray.
Hello, John.
Listen, last night, you called the cabs.
What time did Sonny and Jason leave?
He's got your f***ing bit of dough
and he's got mine and his bit of dough!
- Oi!
- All right?
It weren't Steve.
It weren't Steve, it weren't Jason.
And it weren't me.
Things are getting a bit heated
because you weren't here.
Let's go or Sonny'll be sipping
pina coladas in Marbella.
It weren't Sonny either.
What did you do when you left the
pub? -What are you talking about?
- Tell me what you did.
- I went home! That's what I f***ing did!
No, you didn't.
John the barman just told me.
- He ordered a cab for Sonny and Jason.
- What's that got to do with me?
By the time the guy arrived,
someone else had given them a lift.
Guess who?
You of all people, Dave.
Get that f***ing slag!
We could stop for a moment.
I feel that Dave owes us an explanation.
Aagh!
Oh...
Oh...
I didn't mean to nick your money, Ray.
It's this f***in' slime.
When we dropped him off, seeing him
crawling all over his f***in' money.
You followed me to my lock-up?
How did you know about Bill and Linda?
Stevie let it slip at the flop.
What about Sonny?
Where is he?
- Where I left him. In bed.
- I looked in the bedroom.
You looked in one. I looked in
the other one. The one with Sonny in.
So where's the money?
I ain't got your money, Ray.
- Got your cock out again, Julie?
- Where's my f***ing money?
I ain't got it.
- Chris. I gave it to Chris.
- Who the f***'s Chris?
- What the f***'s he talking about?
- Who is Chris?
He's Old Bill.
Why are you giving money to a cop?
He knows everything. Every decent bit
of work I've had over the past two years.
How does he know?
Dave, how does he know?
Cos he gave me the work!
Even yesterday? A cozzer set that up?
He told me if I gave him 500 grand
he'd be off my back for good.
When I saw how little we had... He'd
go f***ing berserk. What could I do?
He's got my daughter. He's got my Sarah.
What?
What's going on? Oh, you f***!
Now, where is it? Where's my money?
Steve, upstairs.
Evening, Chris.
You'll probably guess why we're here.
Think this through. If you shoot me,
you'll never see any of the money.
It don't have to be like that.
Not as long as we're all sensible.
Sensible? Do I look sensible to you?
Enough.
Where's the money, Chris?
Not in a lock-up. And not in the wardrobe
of a couple of geriatrics, either.
You are thick! But then that's why
you do what you do, I suppose.
If you weren't so bleeding thick,
you wouldn't be thieves.
You're thieving off thieves.
What's that make you?
Clever?
You really don't get it, do ya?
You and your sort are always on your own.
So the odds are always against you.
I, on the other hand,
belong to an institution.
Yeah. You're a f***ing cop.
You're a piece of sh*t.
That's a little naive, Ray, don't you think?
Money goes everywhere these days.
It don't stop at the door
of the police station
or at the door of
the hospital or school.
There are no public servants.
There is no public service.
All there is is money...
and the people who have it.
Speaking of which...
I think you have ours.
Where's the f***ing money?
In the nick.
In the police station?
My money's in the f***ing nick!
- Oh!
- It's all right.
Who the f*** are you?
- Chris!
- I'm not gonna hurt you!
- Sarah.
- What's going on?
- Sarah!
- Oi!
Get him!
Dad!
Stay down, Dave!
Giving my baby drugs, you slag!
Get off him! Get off him, Dave!
We need him alive!
We need him alive!
Look at his eyes. They're popping.
They're definitely popping.
- Get off him!
- He's going blue now.
F***ing hit him!
Again! F***ing hit him again!
F***ing stay there! Stay there!
How is he?
Well, he don't look too happy. His tongue
shouldn't be sticking out, should it?
F*** off!
Give him the kiss of life.
Do it!
Heart massage.
He's very flabby.
He don't look it, but he is.
Feel that, Steve. That's definitely a tit.
- He's got our money!
- It's no good. He's definitely dead.
- Oh, sh*t.
- Dad!
You ain't doing us any favours today,
Dave.
How are we gonna get our dough?
- Babe...
- Dave, listen to me!
Tell me what station Chris is out of.
Tell me.
- Tell us!
- Take care of Sarah.
I promise. You've got to tell me
what station he's out of. Tell me!
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