The Liability
- R
- Year:
- 2012
- 82 min
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# 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
# 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.
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.
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
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
# 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 #
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
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?
pretend you're walking your dog.
- All right? Shout "Rover."
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