The Cottage Page #2
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No, you can speak to her
in a second.
No, the amount is 100,000!
We would like you to put the money
in a bag and give it to your son.
He is to drive alone
and wait next to the men's toilets.
Make sure you
don't send no one else.
Terrible double negative.
Doesn't make sense.
If anything goes wrong
or someone is with him,
your stepdaughter is a dead girl.
You've got two hours.
Yeah, you can, yeah.
Yeah, I'm all right.
From the house.
No, they seem like
a bunch of f***ing morons.
One of them's called David.
And they're a pair of hopeless c*nts...
Right, you bastard,
we will hurt her if you
don't give us what you want!
What we want!
Big mistake.
No one has ever hit me
in the whole of my f***ing life.
You don't know
who my father is, do you?
Do you know what he'll do
to you and David here
when he finds out who you are?
Every member
of your queer-boy family
will be in wheelchairs
for the rest of their f***ing lives
because they'll have no knees left
because me dad
will cut them out with an axe!
Then they'll get you,
and then they'll kill you,
and they'll kill
your family and friends!
You're a f***ing moron.
Why? I said what you
wanted me to, didn't I?
Because, moron, the reason
I got you to talk in the first place
was because I didn't want
anyone to know
it was me who
was keeping her hostage!
Now, that plan falls to sh*t
- Did I use your name?
- You f***ing did.
Sorry. It's hard to concentrate when
you're having your life threatened!
It was the first f***ing thing you said!
You're never satisfied, are you?
You turn up out of the blue,
begging for my help
in something completely illegal.
You're not doing this out of charity,
you self-righteous f***!
I want that house,
and I want you out of it!
I will take Mum's house,
and I will make you f***ing eat it!
What the hell's going on?
David, it's dark.
F***ing relax.
The meter's run out.
I've only just put money in.
This is ridiculous.
What kind of a place still has a meter?
Right.
Let's see how long this lasts.
In you go, Andrew.
Seems like some idiots
have made the mistake
of kidnapping your stepsister.
Son... I've got a job for you.
He's leaving now.
Hello.
David.
Yes. I'm very near.
Yes, I've got the bag next to me.
Hang on.
Look, David, I think this phone's
gonna die on me any second.
Oh, no.
I am f***ing rich!
I didn't know you had a brother.
Nobody does.
That's why I used him.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Peter, brother dearest, this is it.
I earn 50,000 pounds,
and Mum's house is all yours.
God, you made it work!
You bloody did it!
We did it.
50,000 pounds. I'll be free.
I'll never have to live
in East Sheen again.
I'll have my own independence.
What's it look like?
I don't know.
I didn't look inside.
What?
I didn't check it.
No!
Maybe that f*** face
look in the bag.
Probably should have checked it.
Yes, you f***ing should.
What does this mean, David?
It means that the money
isn't in the f***ing bag,
is it, Andrew?
It means that your dad
probably has a good f***ing idea
that you are involved.
Sorry. What shall we do?
Were you followed?
By a car?
I don't think so.
This changes everything.
I still want the house.
That's the deal.
That happens when I get the money.
That's the deal.
I knew it, backstabber!
to get involved,
I should have handcuffed
myself to the house!
I said when I get the money
you could have
my half of the house.
I never mentioned a bag of tissues!
This Arnie knows.
He could have thugs at my house!
He doesn't even care,
he doesn't even know.
He doesn't even know
who the f*** you are!
The only person he knows
is involved is him!
You told me this would be simple.
I can't believe I listened
to you again, again!
Just give me two minutes!
It's only just happened.
I'll make it work, Peter.
I'll believe it when I see it.
I'm going outside for a cigarette,
bloody well go home!
David?
Have you got a bottle opener?
You'd better disappear
from my presence
or I'm likely to hurt you.
I'm going to take a look at Tracey.
I don't care.
Just let me alone.
I take it while you
were being a f***ing idiot
you remembered a mask?
Yes, I got one on the way here.
Great, now get out.
David?
I've picked up the wrong kind.
Get out of my f***ing sight now.
Sorry.
There's some bald f*** outside.
Some bald f*** here.
You recognize his ass?
Never see this mother before.
Okay.
Tracey is alive.
You go and see who in there.
Arnie want to know right now.
I cut them the f*** up.
Go and look in the house!
Then you can cut this fool.
We don't need his ass no more.
You see this cleaver?
No, please, no!
When I get back,
me, you go play big time, baby.
Real nice.
No, no!
What's that? A boat?
No, it's a lemon tree.
It's mine.
I'm getting on it, and I am
f***ing off away from all of this.
from his underworld pals
to get on a boat
and lead a simple life.
How bloody original.
Well, you want me gone, don't you,
so you can live happily ever after
with that fat pig of a wife of yours?
At least I have a wife, David.
So you agree she's a fat pig?
No, I bloody don't!
Unlike you, I like the stability
of having a partner.
A controller, just like Mum.
I couldn't help it
if Mum loved me more.
I know you hate me for that.
Couldn't really give a sh*t
who she loved.
She still gave me half the house.
Charity was always her weak spot.
Just stop talking
for two seconds, will you?
Don't worry, I will.
Nothing more to say.
I'm smoking too much
because of you!
I can see you.
Peter, I need
your bank account number.
Why?
We're going to have to get
him to do a bank transfer.
- Why can't we use your account?
- I don't have one, do I?
I only use cash.
I don't have one either.
Why don't you have one?
Me and Rebecca
share a joint account.
You've got a bank card.
What's the number on it?
I don't know the number.
God, I should've known.
Andrew, tell me,
have you got a bank account?
- Yes.
- Fantastic. What's the number?
I don't know.
What are we gonna do
if we don't have an account?
I've got an account we can use.
Oh, great. Whose?
Mum's.
What?! That is supposed
to be shut down!
Well, I didn't get round to it.
And a good job, too.
You f***er, you're dragging
Mum into criminal activity.
I won't allow it!
It's a simple as that!
It's either that
or no money and no house.
You're blackmailing me
and dirtying Mum.
What if they trace the details
back to Mum's account?
Well, it doesn't matter, does it?
'Cause she's dead.
You bastard, David!
Peter, I didn't mean
to say that... really.
Look, if we don't get the money,
then all this
will have been for nothing.
That boat is my dream,
and Mum's house is yours.
We're both risking a lot here.
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