The Liability

Synopsis: When 19-year-old Adam agrees to do a day's driving for his mum's gangster boyfriend Peter, it takes him on a 24-hour journey into a nightmarish world of murder, sex trafficking and revenge, in the company of aging hit man Roy.
Director(s): Craig Viveiros
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
5.9
R
Year:
2012
82 min
68 Views


# Look, my fans have

nine-to-fives... #

# Your fans are

nine and five #

# My fans miss

real hip-hop from '95 #

# My fans like music

they feel inside... #

# Your fans don't feel,

they conceal and hide #

# My fans hear truth

that's revealed inside #

# Your fans head-nod

to appealing lies... #

# Enough comparisons, ain't no comparing 'em,

my fans are parents... #

Whoa!

Sh*t!

Oh, you f***ing bastards.

F***ing hell.

Oh, f***.

Ooh.

Oh.

Smile.

Write-off.

You're damn f***ing right

he won't do it again.

All right?

Enjoying that?

- F***ing hell. - You mess with

my stuff and I'll mess with yours.

- Peter, he's my s--

- I ask you to join this conversation?

Get up. Up.

- Peter.

- You asked me to deal with it,

- So I'm dealing with it.

come on, you. - Mom.

"Mom, Mom." Move.

Get in.

Do you know

what goes on in here?

Darts?

Business.

You and me,

we're gonna talk business.

Very good for mental

arithmetic is darts.

Come here.

- How's your maths, son?

- I ain't your son, Peter.

No, but you are

my problem.

Go.

Mercedes Menz

C class, 61,000,

Minus one Xbox,

150, equals?

- I don't f***ing know.

- Equals?

Sh*t me!

Uh uh, 20 thousa--

Call it 60. Minimum wage,

F***ing 10 an hour.

You wish. 4.98.

We'll call it four.

Four years at minimum wage,

eight hours a day.

That's how long

it's gonna take you

to pay me f***ing back.

I wouldn't get four years if they

nicked me for it, you know.

Like I said, you're my problem,

not theirs.

Yeah, that's only

'cause you don't

want the feds sniffing around

your business, innit?

Innit?

Now what would you know

about my business?

Hmm?

Hmm?

Yeah?

Other phone.

Other phone.

Yeah?

Do you know

who's doing this?

All right, calm down.

I said calm down.

Yeah, go on. F*** off, you,

you f***ing bully.

Do you know what

goes on in here, son?

F***ing business.

What a tit-head.

Oh, f***ing hell.

Oh, you dirty bastard.

Oh, my f***ing god.

Sh*t.

Come on.

Come on,

you f***ing thing.

- You still here?

- Yeah.

You didn't say

if we're finished or not.

Should probably start

paying you back today--

Four years and that.

So I could mow the lawn

for you if you want.

- Gardner's been.

- Oh, yeah.

And don't say you'll wash

the f***ing car.

Don't worry. I'll find something

for you to do.

Go.

It's a sh*t job,

isn't it?

I've got something better

for you tomorrow.

Oh, don't f***ing tell me--

the septic tank?

Come here.

I've been thinking

about the conversation

we had earlier.

I think you're right.

I think you should take

more responsibility.

A guy I know needs

a driver.

Okay.

- Cool.

- Interest you?

Mmm. Why,

what's he drive?

Different jobs,

different cars.

His name's Roy.

You'll meet him

tomorrow morning at 6:00.

- 6:
00?!

- There's always the septic tank.

Okay, right. Yup.

I'll be there.

Good.

Now listen, uh...

Let's keep this to ourselves, eh?

Just you and me.

I'll sort out your mom.

Don't worry.

Lunch money.

And, Adam...

Don't f*** this up.

F***ing h...

F***ing hell.

Dominating the headlines

this morning

the story of another victim

in what the press have dubbed

"The Handyman Murders."

Just north of Newcastle

late last night...

Anything else?

Roy, yeah?

That's the last time I wanna

hear you say my name.

Okay.

What do I call you

instead then? Ray?

Nope.

What's wrong with Ray?

It's not your name.

Ah. Ray, Roy--

It's too similar.

Too easy.

So how do I attract

your attention?

Well, it's just me and you in the car.

I'll assume you're talking to me.

Okay, so we go to the services

for a bite to eat

I see a truck nearly run you over.

What do i call you then?

Just shout, "OI."

You want me

to call you "OI"?

No, okay, yeah.

Roy, oi.

Fair enough. Keys?

Oh-ho.

Right, I'm onto it.

Come on, you f***ing...

You should've let me

pick you one, man.

Could've got you something much

cooler than this thing.

There we go.

So where we off to?

A14, A1.

Okay, I'll just need a postcode.

Let's get the sat-nav.

A14 west, A1 north.

I'll let you know

when we get there.

Do you mind if I stick

the radio on, mate?

Where is it?

Police in Northumberland

have released information

regarding the discovery

of a body on the A1.

- Oh, the A1. Boom.

- They believe the victim is linked

to a string of murders

that have been happening...

- Uh, testing.

- Which means?

Which means we'll have to start

talking like this, Pet!

Which means cops.

Oh yeah,

'cause of that, um...

Handyman fella.

It's all over

the news, isn't it?

What's that

you're reading then?

Ooh, a speech.

Is that what you do then,

is it? Make speeches?

I fit kitchens.

You're making a speech

about fitting kitchens?

It's a long journey, man.

I'm just trying to make conversation.

# Braggin' five, did he mention that

he borrowed 10? #

# Plus his whip is due

back in at 9:
00 a.m. #

# And his chain and his girl's

got a time on them #

# Shine divided,

aligned with the mirrors #

# Multiplied was the light and

the prism did the blinding #

# Illusion was bright

but his mind's not a diamond #

# but mine is, I sight him,

I couldn't wrong or right him #

# I lie with the lions

and he's sky-high and signed #

# Defining a genre

that's changing with time #

# Declining a culture,

its roots undermined #

# I'd rather insult them

than move with the tides #

- # I'm rude with the mic... #

- Oi!

I can drive with them in.

- Turn it off.

- It's only music.

- Wind your window down.

- What?

Wind your window down!

You got that switched on,

they know exactly where you are.

- It was a birthday present. - Well,

it's you or the phone. It's your choice.

Okay. Can I keep

the headphones?

Stop here.

- Do you need any backup?

- Not to eat my lunch.

- You want some?

- Nah.

Oh, go on then.

Oh, man.

- It's moldy!

- It's cheese.

I don't think

I'll be out here again.

Well, you never know

with your job.

No, I'm done.

Retiring?

My daughter's

getting married.

You know how much

a wedding costs these days?

I thought we might

be on to something.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I always wanted

to fit kitchens.

Well, it all comes down

to the same thing.

Details.

There's your D.N.A.

I knew a guy once,

he got hired on for a job.

It should've been a simple job,

but at a tense moment,

he licked his lips.

That's all it took.

They got his D.N.A.

from saliva on his ski mask.

With that, they could

put him at the job.

And if they could put him at the job,

then they could put other people at the job.

- So that was that.

- What, they did him in?

What I'm saying is

for a guy to get along

in this world,

he has to be very very careful.

- Same goes with your dad.

- No, he's not my dad.

What do you call him then?

The guy that screws your mom?

F***.

Ah!

Are you gonna tell me

what we're up to?

- Right, you can stay here.

- Oh, man.

You keep an eye out.

All right?

If someone comes along,

pretend you're walking your dog.

- All right? Shout "Rover."

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