iBoy Page #6
- Year:
- 2017
- 90 min
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-[siren wailing]
-Help!
-Hurry up!
-Shut up.
-[muffled screaming]
-We gotta f***ing go, man!
-Hurry up, man!
What just happened?
Nothing.
Cutz, check in with the warehouse.
[muffled grunting, panting]
[phone vibrating]
Turn it off.
F***.
No answer, boss.
All right, let's take this on the road.
[boys chuckling]
They're gone. Oi, they're gone.
[laughing]
That was f***ing close, bruv.
[indistinct chatter, laughing]
Oh, sh*t. You f***ed up.
Tom... of the Crowley Estate Harpers.
I knew your mum back in the day.
She was a good time girl.
with her hand jobs.
[men laughing]
You must have been, what,
three when she died?
-Two.
-Two?
I knew her well, you know.
Very well.
Gosh, you don't think...
[men laughing]
We both certainly like getting
into a lot of trouble, don't we?
I wasn't actually gonna kill you, Luce.
-No?
-No, no, no, no, no.
Calm down.
I never used to think you could
rape me... either, Eugene.
'Cause we grew up together.
And we were friends, remember?
-What happened was f***ed up, I admit--
-You don't get to talk about it!
F*** you, Ant!
F*** all of you!
Tell me you're ashamed.
-I'm ashamed.
-Honestly, I'm ashamed.
-I'm ashamed. I swear that I'm ashamed.
-No!
You're scared!
If you were ashamed,
you wouldn't be able to even look at me.
So, don't f***ing look at me!
Get on your knees, all of you.
-Lucy, Lucy--
-Now!
-Lucy, you don't have to do this, please.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I don't know what happened to you.
Well...
I have to admit I was expecting you
to be rather more restrained than this,
young lady.
Bravo.
Boys, can you come out here, please?
You haven't shot them, have you?
Oh, good.
Gentlemen, everything under control?
Only, the hostage has got the gun.
-Lucy!
-[both grunting]
Don't f***ing move.
Tom?
Natural order is restored.
Come on, Tom, up you get.
By the way,
I wanted to apologize personally
for the indignities you had to suffer.
Young people today...
Like animals, you know?
I wouldn't like me, either.
Continue.
Come on, Tom.
I'm trying.
A bit of performance anxiety?
[beeping]
Tom?
Come on!
[beeping continues]
If I gave you the option to walk away,
would you take it?
What?
If I gave you the option to walk away
and never come back, would you take it?
Why the f*** would I do that?
Just thought I'd ask first.
[beeping]
-[electronic pulsation]
-[screams]
[screaming]
[running footsteps, door opens]
I've never been more f***ing disappointed
with anyone in my life.
[groans]
Maybe you're not that special after all.
[high-pitched electronic screeching]
[groans, screams]
-[screeching continues]
-[groaning]
No, you are special...
[gun firing]
Get the f*** away from him,
you middle-aged prick!
[gun clicks]
[gun clicks]
Stupid little girl.
[yelling]
[monitor beeping]
Back again, Nan?
Oh, Tommy.
[chuckles]
Tom.
What do you want?
Here's the money Ellman gave me.
What I did was unforgivable. I know that.
I know we're done.
I just wanted to do right by you.
[scoffs]
Why? 'Cause we were friends?
Or 'cause you're scared of me?
Keep it. I don't want it.
I reckon you did us all a favor,
you know, taking him out.
I'm just saying, I know you're probably
but, guys like that, they gotta get got.
You know, Danny, I was thinking,
I went after everyone in that video,
but I didn't stop to think
about who was filming.
Maybe you'll get him yet.
Peace, Tom.
Yo.
Give it to you down there.
Don't jump.
Unless you can fly now, too.
Is that another one
of your magical powers?
-So, things got pretty mental back there.
-People got hurt, Tom.
I know.
-I mean, I literally shot a guy.
-I'm sorry, Lucy.
I'm trying to say I'm sorry.
All right.
I forgive you.
I see his face whenever I close my eyes.
I see a lot of faces when I close my eyes.
I don't know if it ever really goes away.
But I'll help you if you help me.
You know, there are restaurants in town.
People go and then other people
cook for them. It's really great.
-You should try it.
-[chuckles]
The view's pretty good, though.
So, are you gonna stick around, then?
In case you need me?
In case I want you.
[Ghostpoet's "Be Right Back,
Moving House" playing]
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