Subtitles by explosiveskull
Now when a pharmaceutical company wants to put out a new antidepressant,
they have to pass this test
before the government will let them sell it.
Now they take this rat, and they dump him in a tub full of water,
and he swims.
And he tries to escape, but sooner or later he hits
what the doctors call "the moment of despair."
That's when he works out that he's fucked.
And he just gives in.
Stops.
And the next day, they plunge the rodent in again,
but this time, they dose him up with their new magic pill,
and if he goes on a little longer, you know, just lasts a second more than last time,
well, then it's fucking high fives all round.
That drug's ready for the market.
You see how low the expectation for our quality of life is?
I mean, the rat's not doing the fucking conga, is he?
He's not rolling on his back, squealing in delight.
He's not content.
Hundreds of millions of years of evolution all to get us to this point,
and the best that most of us can ever hope for
is just to be surviving.
Isn't it time we started living?
- Is everything all right? - Hi, Mum.
Are you going to introduce us?
Mum, this is Glen.
- Lovely to meet you, Glen. - And you, Mrs. Stonebridge.
Oh, please, call me Margaret.
He's much better looking than in those photos you sent.
Your father's around here somewhere.
Just saying I can see where Phillipa gets her good looks from.
Do you like Vivaldi?
Yeah, I think I heard it on an advert or something.
Can I ask you a question?
Asking if you can ask a question, is a question.
No, go ahead. Fire away.
Well, as you can see, Phillipa's being a little bit quiet.
Mmm.
She is.
See, we had a bit of a tiff on the way up here.
What was it about?
It was about you.
- About me? - Yeah.
You.
It's always been a bit complicated between us.
You know, Phillipa's got this big banker for a dad.
And I've...
I mean...
You know the song, "Uptown Girl"?
I remember that one.
I mean, that's kind of our relationship in a nutshell, really.
You gotta believe me now, I thought you knew all this, but then Phillipa tells me
she's been spinning you all these lies.
Maybe she was embarrassed by me or something.
So you're not a lawyer?
No, no. I am... I work in a call center.
They time my toilet breaks.
What is this, Phillipa?
- Dad, don't. - Maybe she wasn't embarrassed.
Maybe she knew you'd have an issue with us.
Of course not.
Good.
We're getting married.
Yeah, and that's why I've come, to ask your permission.
- Just wait a minute. - What? What?
I hardly know you.
I love your daughter, she loves me. What more do you need to know?
Look, what do your parents do, I mean what does your father do?
He's a printer, something useful.
Did you see my car when you came in?
Yeah.
I've had it quite a while. I like to keep it around sort of, uh, reminder.
I mean, it's a nice motor, what?
Yes, it is. It's a classic.
And the reason why it's a classic is because it has a heritage.
The point I'm trying to make is that, that car is rather like my family.
My family, too, has tradition.
It has values. It has a heritage.
Things that people have worked bloody hard for over the generations.
Now, those traditions and those values
I have passed on to my daughter.
And I'm very proud and very protective
of both of them.
Do you understand?
I think I understand.
What you're saying is basically if I'd had some
old schoolmaster's cum dribbling out of my arse,
yeah, I'd be all right with you, but I don't.
So I'm not.
I'm feeling a bit under the weather,
so, um, perhaps we can do this another time.
Yeah, well, if we're getting married, then you can either like it or lump it.
- How about that? - There's not gonna be a wedding!
- Dad, please don't... - Listen,
I've already put the money down for the finger buffet.
My daughter is not marrying some fucking oik.
What, you think I'm not good enough for her, huh?
I think you're not good enough? I know you're not good enough!
So would you please, kindly leave?
Not good enough.
I've heard that my whole fucking life, mate.
Well, I think I was good enough when she was sucking my cock.
Huh? Look at that.
I was certainly good enough when I was coming all over those lovely titties.
So we all fuck.
We all shit. We all die.
- Underneath all this bullshit, doesn't matter... - No, no, no.
- We're all fucking animals. - Get the fuck out!
Dad, you don't understand!
Get out!
Leave it alone! Leave that alone! What are you...
Come on, come on.
- Get him, get his arms. - Give me your arms!
How have you managed to fuck this up already?
Go.
- Where are they? - In there.
It's called class war for a reason.
There has to be victims on both sides.
If that's not Glen, then who the hell is it?
I don't know.
Why the hell didn't you tell us?
I'd never had let that maniac into the house.
He had a gun in Glen's face.
What in Christ's name is going on?
He said he wouldn't hurt us.
Who? Glen?
- It's not fucking Glen. - Don't you dare talk to me like that!
Oh, shut up!
All I can tell you is what I know.
Are you nervous?
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
Do you know who said that?
Uh, Churchill.
Nietzsche.
Ended up paralyzed and insane.
Shit, is that...
Oh, my God.
It is, it's a person!
- Should I get out and... - Yes.
Are you okay?
- Can you hear me? - Don't look at me.
- What the hell is this?
Don't fucking look at me.
Go on.
- Go on. - No!
You're a private school boy, right?
Uh, yes, I went to public school.
They used to say the main difference about private school education
is it gives you self-confidence. You reckon that's right?
I suppose.
Well, in a minute, I'm gonna pull you up, so don't be so self-confident
that you think you can overpower a man with a gun.
It was boarding school, not Baghdad.
- You got that? - Yeah, I've got it, I've got it.
Get up. Come on, get up, get up.
Go on.
What happened to "knives only"?
Where the fuck did you even get it?
- Little Kev. - Who?
You know, from the Crown.
- You mean the geezer with the one arm? - No, that's "One-Arm Kev."
Little Kev, the one with the thing going on with his face.
- I thought that was "Simple Kev." - I know you did. It's "Little."
Shit.
- You hurt? - No, are you?
- All right, you're gonna take me to your house. - What's going on?
- Just do as I say, yeah? - Look, just let me...
Now we talked about that self-confidence, didn't we?
Okay, okay. I'll do whatever you want.
- Is that really necessary. - Yeah.
Bloody hell! It's chafing.
Sorry, mate.
Look, seriously.
I've just had this shirt starched.
You've been kidnapped, Glen. A little discomfort is to be expected.
How do you know my name, huh?
All right.
Give us five before you follow us, yeah?
I'll have the gates open when you get there.
Are you gonna hurt him?
It all depends on you.
If you start screaming when we get there,
your mum and dad are gonna open the door to see what's wrong,
and people are gonna get hurt, you understand?
I won't do that, I swear.
I just wanna take your shit...
which we both know is insured anyway.
All you got to do is play along, all right?
You get me in,
I get your family under control,
and we open the gates for the other two and we take your stuff.
You do that, and everything is gonna be fine.
- That's all I care about. - Good.
Don't worry. This will be character building.
What do they say? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Go on.
All right, pass me the keys.
Hurry up.
All right, give me your bag.
- Is your house key in here, huh? - Yes.
Okay. Remember what I said, yeah?
I'm gonna take you up there,
when we get inside, you tell your mum and your dad to stay calm, okay?
We don't need anything kicking off, right?
Shit!
Fuck.
Please, don't hurt her.
All right, get her to come to the car,
but don't try anything. I've got a fucking gun, all right?
Stay calm.
Go, go, go.
Stay calm.
Fuck.
What the fuck am I doing?
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck, come on.
- Is everything all right? - Hi, Mum.
Are you going to introduce us?
Mum, this is Glen.
- Lovely to meet you, Glen. - And you, Mrs. Stonebridge.
Please call me Margaret.
You know, he's much better-looking than in those photos you sent.
It's off, all right. Just play along until I can get out of here. Yeah?
I was just saying I can see where Phillipa gets her looks from.
Hello, darling.
Hey, good to have you home.
Hello.
What have you come as?
Glen.
What?
My name's Glen.
So just sit tight.
That's it, then. If you ain't got your thing on, we drop it, right?
They've seen his face anyway, now.
We wipe down everything you've touched and we go.
I'm not leaving now, all right?
You just said yourself you thought it was too much.
Yeah, and then I met them and I knew it was right.
Take it from him, Dan.
We nick anything, not now, Dan, and get out of here.
Mate, we agreed that it weren't about that. Don't you understand?
Yeah, but you got to admit,
it would be nice to have a bit of this, wouldn't it? I mean, I've counted.
The geezer's got seven toilets. Seven!
That means he can take his morning dump on a different throne every day of the week.
Who wouldn't want a bit of that?
No, I'm going through with this,
- in the way we said, all right? - But they've seen your face!
And they're gonna see a lot more of it.
Mate, I fucking believe in this.
If you're staying, grab the bag out of the car.
He's coming with us. We ain't going to give him no choice.
- Yeah, all right. - Yeah!
I told you he weren't right. You ignored me, you wouldn't listen to me.
Now fucking look at him.
I'm not just gonna leave him here to rot somewhere.
Look, I ain't gonna let him get banged up.
All right? Now let's get the stuff and go.
Come and help me with the bed.
Fuck it, forget it.
Anything in there?
Nah.
These cupboards.
There's just fucking clothes!
Keep looking.
Where are the watches?
Look here.
Did you pass?
- It's useless. - Keep looking.
There's nothing here.
Who knew?
Not me.
What?
Did your mother drop you on your head or something?
Got one like this at work.
Yeah, wrong three times, it locks us out.
Can we cut into it?
No, proper.
We need the codes.
Are you done?
What the bloody hell do you want?
- Who the hell are you? - Where's Glen?
What's going on?
Look, just...
Just take whatever you want and get out of my bloody house.
Is there somewhere I can put this out?
Plant pot in the corner.
All right, Darling, it's all right.
All right?
Thanks.
Now, before we begin events tonight, we'd like to make a statement.
We represent a group who seek to confront the rising inequality in this country.
For too long, we have sat on our hands as the divide between the rich
and the poor has got even bigger.
Listen, behave, mate.
Eh?
Our voices are ignored by a political and economical elite
who have no concern for our needs.
Therefore, the time has come for us to take direct political action.
Tonight, we target an individual who has assets that place his wealth
in the top 1% of the UK.
We simply aim to expose the wealthy to the same threats we experience,
in order for them to bring change.
We encourage others to join us in similar actions and remember,
there are more of us than them.
Anything you wanna say, you know, in response, now is the time.
So... You're terrorists.
It depends on how you look at it, you see.
Um...
Did you wanna say anything?
You bath-dodging, benefit-scrounging, joyriding,
tracksuit-wearing, white-van-driving,
ketchup-and-chips- with-everything-eating,
soap-watching, red top-reading lager lout,
product of a teenage mother and an absent smackhead father,
six-form socialist mongrel.
No.
Yeah, well, fuck you, too!
You ski-holidaying, horse-riding, foxhunting,
money-grabbing, tax-dodging, backslapping,
tie and crest cunt.
Fine.
What the fuck is that?
What is that?
We are here because you are a banker.
You and others like you gambled and lost. The country bailed you out,
and the debt was burdened by the poor and the vulnerable.
Yet, not one banker has faced any jail time for their actions.
You're protected.
You see, the rich and the powerful, they always are.
Until now.
We hope tonight will show you the real cost of your greed
and what it's like for the other half.
Tonight, you will have to gamble as you have done before,
but no longer will it be our lives
and loved ones at stake.
It will be yours.
Oh, yeah, blinding, mate.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Like Martin Luther King, but, well, white, obviously,
and more violent, but, you know, still good.
What about what you said in the car?
Ready?
Wanking will be the downfall of my generation.
Yeah, I mean it.
So people your age like to strum one out a lot, who cares?
It's not good for you, see.
What, like, it makes you go blind, and that?
- How many fingers am I holding up? - Two.
How about me?
I don't mean in some weird Catholic way, yeah.
Look, the problem you lot have is you got it too easy.
When I was growing up,
only place you'd find porn was crumpled up jazz mags in the bushes.
- Who the fuck was putting it in the bushes? - I don't know.
It was a common thing. Ask anyone my age.
But sometimes it would dry up. I mean, there was a real drought in the summer of '84.
Then all you were left with is underwear pages in the catalog.
You know, nothing lacy, nothing French,
just, you know, cut off torsos wearing sensible British underwear.
- Christ, that sounds rough. - It was. It was difficult.
But if you worked for it, persevered, then it was the best wank you've ever had.
What you got to understand is your brain's ancient.
You're still basically half monkey.
So back when we were monkeys, you saw some hot monkey chick
who was into your hairy self, yeah, your brain sent you off to go and bang her.
Right? That's the whole hunter-gatherer, survival-of-the-species type of thing, yeah?
But fast forward to today,
that hot monkey chick, I mean, she's on your screens and there's a million of her.
Yeah, and that signal in your brain is just firing over and over and over again.
Yeah, because it thinks
it's the alpha male in the middle of the mating season that's never fucking ending.
That's the overload. It's the overload.
It fucks you up, mate.
Gets you down, gets you jittery and robs you of a backbone.
And that is exactly the state of mind to fucking sit back
and take a limp from the man in charge.
Really? You're blaming the plight of the working class on porno?
Listen, the guy who invented the word, do you know what his motivation was?
He thought it would lead to a fairer society.
Well, that worked out well, didn't it?
Well, that's exactly my point, isn't it?
I mean, the world's going to shit and the most watched video on the fucking Internet
is a fat Korean bloke pretending to be a fucking horse.
You know what they say,
he's got good feet for a big man.
Listen, my point is, right?
That anyone who's under 30 who hasn't taken it to the streets yet is a fucking mess.
I mean, what have we got, eh?
Zero hours, food banks,
a lifetime of renting, right?
It looks like we're gonna be working, what, till we're 80 or 90, who knows?
What do we do about it?
Sit there, while the fucking bankers get their bonuses.
The rich get their tax loopholes.
And then the government has the audacity, right,
to say that we're all in this together?
And for the first time in this country's history,
this generation's gonna be worse off than its parents.
That's always been the story, mate.
They all go to the same schools, they all know each other.
Who are they gonna look out for? You or their mate?
They got it all sewn up. There's nothing you can do about it.
That's what they want you to think, don't you see?
Who have you come as tonight? Citizen Smith?
- Who? - The telly show.
- Bloke from My Family. - I don't know it, mate.
Christ, you two make me feel old!
You are old.
Listen, all I'm saying, right, if you could do something to change it,
- would you? - Of course.
I'd love to see me kids, too.
But neither of those things are gonna happen, not while I'm awake anyway.
Couple of months back,
I went to the Bull.
Yeah, it's proper wanking now, man.
Yeah, I know.
I ain't been back there since we got laid off.
I'd been thinking about my dad, and like, I'm going on these long walks.
I find myself at the factory.
Ain't they turning that into flats now?
Yeah, something like that.
But I thought across the road, you know, to the Bull, for old time sake, really.
So I'm having a quiet pint thinking, "What the fuck's happened to the Bull?"
and there's this couple sat at the table next to me...
- So what does your dad do? - Uh, property.
And they're on a date or something.
'cause he's asking about her family, what they do and that.
- Finance. - A banker.
Christ, don't tell the locals.
Priced out all the locals.
And they're some real stuck-up fuckers.
And I'm just sitting there thinking, you know, they would have been scared
to be anywhere near the Bull a couple of years ago,
and now, they're drinking five quid pints of stuff that I can't even pronounce
and giving it the biggen about what their dad does.
Yeah, just drive out all the people who actually make money for the country.
Seems like it would work out great.
Well, they'll think differently once their benefits stop.
I'm listening to these cunts go on and on and on,
I'm getting myself all worked up.
They're in our pub, my dad's old watering hole,
and they're mugging us off.
And I feel like I'm just gonna snap, you know, just lose it.
So I go to the khazi to compose myself.
And once I've calmed down,
decided to get out of there before I do anything stupid.
And they're gone.
The dozy bint has only gone and left her phone behind, ain't she?
I think I'll have that.
That's my fucking karma, that is.
That's my reward for not getting stuck in.
And there's everything on there, texts, emails.
You name it, it's there.
And even some dirty pics that her and some other bloke have been sending each other.
Jesus!
- Is she fit? - She's all right, yeah.
See? You've been slating porn all night but failed to mention any of the benefits.
Girls are definitely getting dirtier.
- Definitely. - Like you'd know.
Oi, I'll have you know I've disappointed many a lovely lady, thank you very much.
All right, so, this phone's got everything.
And I'm getting a bit obsessed with it.
I'm still looking at it a few weeks later,
and her family live like fucking royalty.
They've got everything, mate. And her dad, this banker,
is in her photos, in front of some fuck-off house, and I'm thinking it ain't right.
And that's when I got the idea.
So we go in the house,
we teach them a lesson and we put it online.
We show the world that things can't carry on like this.
People like us aren't going to stand for it no more.
And people are gonna watch it, and they'll follow us,
and then things are gonna change.
How many of those you had?
Are you happy with the way things are, hmm?
Leave it out.
Hmm?
You're joking, right?
If you two don't wanna come, I'll do this by myself.
You're not old enough for a mid-life crisis, mate.
- Things have got to change, right? - They do. They do, yeah.
But attacking some random rich bloke ain't gonna get you there, is it?
He's a political target.
See, it's a statement of intent.
All right.
It's the daughter.
She's gonna visit her parents with her boyfriend in two weeks' time.
I've got a plan.
Let me know if you two wanna hear it, yeah?
Phone is activated.
Listen, I got to go talk to Kev.
See you boys later.
You don't think he's serious, do you?
Bit of a skinful in him.
Come on, I got work tomorrow.
I'll see you later then, Dan.
Simple?
Piss off.
Moody.
Ready?
What the hell do you hope to gain from this bollocks?
Well, we've made our statement.
You're completely ridiculous.
Well, that's the way that you see it.
It's not a question of how I see it. It's how it is.
I've honestly defecated things that know more about the market than you do.
What's he going on about?
He's saying Danny's got shit for brains.
Oh, going well, then.
Oh, I know.
I know, 'cause we wouldn't understand, right?
When it's anything to do with car factories or mining,
or anything that affects us, yeah?
This fucking market is king, right?
Survival of the fittest. Dog eat fucking dog.
But when you lot run the banks into the ground, you expect the country to bail you out?
It becomes socialist overnight.
It's fucking rigged, mate. It's fucking rigged.
You'd rather we what, what, plunged back into the Dark Ages?
I just want a bit of consistency.
But you've had your word, right? You've had your say?
'Cause now you have to choose whose life you're going to gamble on.
Do you want to gamble between your wife or your daughter?
- Dad? - Hmm?
Look, look, look...
I can give you money, give you lots of money.
See, it doesn't work like that.
Don't try and pretend that this is anything other than what it is.
- Pick one of them. - I won't.
Oh, my God!
What is he going to do?
Dad!
- What the hell? - Follow me.
What the hell are you doing?
What's he going to do?
- Talk to him. - Darling, it's all right.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What dread grasp
Dare it's deadly terrors clasp
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Mate...
Are the watches in the safe?
Don't muck me about.
What are the codes?
All right, you tie him up.
He's not right. He's gonna gouge your eyes out.
You don't tie him up. I open the safe for you.
Then what? He is still around.
I've already offered him money.
- Look, tell me the bastard pin. - Not until my family's safe.
- What's going on? - He's being mouthy.
Now normally, that's the symbol that means you can get away with anything.
Not tonight.
Tonight, we're all equal.
You make a bet, or I burn down the house with your whole family in it.
Please, please don't do this.
Huh? Pick someone.
Come on, pick someone now! Huh?
- No. No. - No?
Just choose me!
- Just choose me, for Christ's sake. - It's your last chance, come on.
Hmm?
You can't let him hurt her.
Come on, if you hurt her, you get nothing from me.
Ever!
- Give me the gun! - No, no!
You're just fucking wrecked, aren't you?
Just a fucking wretch, just trying to stay afloat, that's all you are, mate.
I'm getting really sick and tired of your schizo bullshit.
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you, you selfish prick!
He's got a massive payday upstairs.
But you won't let us have it 'cause you want to play Citizen Smith for the night.
Listen, I don't know who the fuck that is, you fucking old cunt!
All right, boys. Let's keep a cool head, yeah?
We're all mates here, right?
Get up. Get up.
Get up.
Didn't I say if we steal anything, it cheapens the message?
But he's a banker.
You could give it the whole Robin Hood angle.
Yeah, I can really see the Daily Mail going for that one.
- It's a lot of fucking money, mate. - I don't give a fuck!
So what are you gonna do? You gonna shoot me?
Yeah... Yeah, if I have to.
I don't think you've got it in you.
This is a semi-automatic pistol, made of alloy metals weighing 918 grams.
There's 12 9x19 caliber rounds
that fire at a velocity of 1,180 feet per second.
I fucking love this gun.
Now, drop the knife and kick it over here.
Oi, we're meant to be best mates.
I got the whole fucking "mates" thing the first time you said it.
Well, I thought it worth repeating, considering you're pointing a fucking gun at us.
Where are the cable ties?
- I don't know. - Oh, don't play smart, yeah.
It don't fucking suit you.
- I don't know, upstairs. - Shut up.
Listen, grab the duct tape and do fucking Tommy's hands.
- Come on, man... - Listen, do his hands.
Go on.
You're being a right fucking dick about this.
Go. Go on. Go.
All right, stay there.
It's too much money, mate. You can't walk away from this.
You know that. I know you know that.
This is getting fucking boring, all right.
What are you doing?
Don't want them knowing your names?
You sure as fuck don't want them seeing your faces, right?
Huh? Go.
Try and get back in the house, I'll put a fucking bullet in you.
You just gonna leave us out there?
You got it?
You got the money?
- One-sixty. - Two!
How's it feel?
Yeah. Yeah, it's good.
Nice and heavy?
Yeah, it's solid, mate.
Make you feel like a killer.
Yeah.
Good. It's a fake.
It's a what?
My guy's contact went MIA. That's the best I could get.
It's a BB gun.
Listen, mate, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this, eh?
Well, what were you gonna do with it anyway, son?
I wouldn't flog you one
if I thought you were gonna go around filling holes in people with it.
Fuck that coming back on me.
I guessed you wanted one to...
Encourage some people to part with their money a little quicker.
Was I wrong?
No, but...
Well, there you go, then.
Model 121, B90 handgun
in factory colors.
You buy that anywhere kosher,
comes in schoolyard green and giveaway orange.
This... Do everything you need it to.
Mate, people I'm working with, they may not be on the level.
Yeah, you know what I mean?
This? Ain't gonna help with that, is it?
It had you fooled, killer.
It looks real.
That's all you need.
Now all you need to do is play the part right.
Know it inside out,
how to hold it, every detail.
You love her and she'll love you back.
Listen, what if it all goes tits up,
and I've got to fire off a shot to show them that I'm serious.
It's the fear of what you might do
that controls them.
Not what you actually do...
Do.
It's all in here.
Listen, mate, no, no, no. I'm not sure about this, yeah?
Isn't there something else you could get, hmm?
Don't you glare at me, boy. I'm showing you something here.
What does that say?
- "I promise to pay the bearer on demand." - Yeah.
It used to be, you gave someone that note,
they took it to a bank and exchanged it for gold.
But the banks don't keep gold in the vault no more.
So that promise, is an empty one.
It's just a piece of paper.
So why is it worth anything?
It's a confidence trick.
And it's yours...
For two ton, killer.
You're angry, I understand that.
I only went along with this to protect my family.
Pick someone now!
Look, look, you want change.
Yes? Nobody's stopping you.
Run for parliament or something! But this is just thuggery.
This does not get your cause anywhere.
- You think politics will, huh? - Yes!
Yes, it will.
We live in a democracy. This is not North Korea.
This is a fucking democracy?
What, you'd have a fuck of a lot more to complain about if you had to wake up
and salute the picture of the feared fucking leader every morning.
Yeah, I mean, I'd have to salute the fucking bloke
with the dodgy barnet every day,
but I still wake up to headlines fucking put there by a handful of fucking rich people.
And every politician has to bend over to those cunts,
otherwise they don't stand a chance, right?
Who's scratching whose fucking back in this democracy, yeah?
Little boy, you live in a fucking dreamworld.
Fuck you, man, fuck you!
For years, your mob has been telling us
that the money is just gonna fucking trickle down, isn't it?
It's just gonna fucking trickle down.
And now we're in a situation where the top 1% of the country
have as much as half of the fucking poorest.
We've been living in a fucking dreamworld, yeah?
But look, I've fucking woken up.
So here's some reality for you.
You have to pick between your fucking wife and your daughter.
Now you listen to me, you little shit.
I am not playing your fucking game.
Give me a name or you drown.
- Name. Name! - No.
No!
- Name. - No.
- Name, come on. - No!
Dad?
Give me a name.
No! No!
Don't make me do this. Don't make me do this.
No!
I won't stop. I won't stop.
I won't.
Think well. I'll kill them both.
I promise you. I'll kill them both.
I'm not gonna let you die a hero. I won't let you have that.
Dad!
A name.
You monster!
You're a fucking monster.
Stop! Stop!
Name.
Margaret.
Tell her. Tell her!
I nearly bottled it today.
I don't know, all that carry on...
It weren't meant to happen.
I was just meant to use your girl to get inside the house
and stop you setting off the alarms.
But then I got out of control and now,
now it's too much.
It's too much.
And then I find myself inside
pretending to be a bloke
thinking, "How am I gonna get out of this?"
But you,
you sucked me in.
I saw the way that you looked at me.
The way that your lot always look at us, right?
Couldn't even hide your disgust at the thought of your daughter being with someone like me.
That's when I thought, "Fuck it. Let him have it."
So don't play the fucking victim in all this.
You're not the fucking victim.
We're in your private swimming pool, for fuck sake!
Look, all I've ever done is look after
what is mine, and what is mine alone.
I'm no different to your friends.
They're just the same as me.
Ta.
Excuse me, love. Couldn't get any burger sauce, could I?
We need to talk about what Danny said.
He needs help, mate.
Ta. It's up to us to get it for him.
- I've got an idea about that. - Yeah?
Do you know what a complication is?
- What? Like a medical thing? - No.
Like a watch thing.
The more expensive a watch is, the more complications it has.
Yeah, I don't think Danny's problem is his time keeping, mate, do you?
No.
Danny's problem is people like this Conrad Stonebridge-Heath geezer.
He's a watch collector.
And these watches have a lot of complications.
Right. So how's this gonna help Danny?
They're so complicated, in fact, that they're worth nearly half a million quid, each.
Now that kind of money could solve all of Danny's problems.
- A lot of ours, too. - I don't believe I'm hearing this.
What the fuck has gotten into you two?
They're only watches. I mean, we could get them out of the country, no problem.
It's not like we're running smack or something.
We could be on a plane before the police are even looking for us.
Think about it for a minute.
Say he's got a million in these watches.
We lay low for a bit,
and we flog them to some collector or something.
Well, even if we only get half of what they're worth, that's still a fortune!
There's nothing tying us down here.
Go somewhere hot, buy a bar,
get someone in to run it, whilst we drink our profits in the sun.
Danny would never go for it.
This is our chance, mate.
Oh, come on, don't look at me like that.
Just think about it, yeah?
Come on, I'm doing me best here, mate.
I've got Karl Marx in one ear and Ronnie bleeding Biggs in the other.
See you later.
Dad, are you okay?
No, no!
Please!
- What are you doing? - No, don't!
For God's sake, no!
No! No!
Please don't!
Don't! No!
No! No! No!
I love you, Maggie.
Don't do it!
No! No!
Please!
Dad! Dad!
No!
It only smelled like petrol.
It only smelled like it.
This individual's life will never be the same.
Hopefully now, they'll understand our message.
And now we speak to the others like him.
For the tax-evading, billion-pound corporations
who take from this country and give nothing back.
The buy-to-let landlords,
who extort their tenants and seek profit from property
in the middle of a housing crisis.
To the corrupt politicians who turn a blind eye to all of this,
and send their children to private schools and hospitals
yet leave our systems to fall into fucking ruins.
We're coming for you cunts.
You shit!
Are you done yet?
What the fuck have you been up to?
Hit him!
I can't believe it.
I've been calling him "Simple Kev."
It's off him he bought a gun?
That's fucked up.
I'm worried. He didn't mention it before, he don't trust us.
He was right not to, weren't he?
Hey, you don't think he'd actually...
You know, use it, do you?
Why bring it otherwise?
- You think he'd kill someone? - I do.
Shut up.
Well, it'd be better for us if he did.
He picked them out at random.
Nothing linking us to them.
The only way anyone would know
anyone had done anything is him,
and them in the house.
Yeah, until Danny uploads his video.
Yeah, until he does that.
I'm sorry, but what are you planning to do with me exactly?
Shh. You've just going to stay put in there.
Yeah.
Hang on, we might need to clear off sharpish.
You know what Danny said.
I don't give a fuck what Danny said.
But it is his plan, mate.
I would prefer the car if it's all the same to you.
See, even he prefers it.
I... I-- I'll be fine in here.
It's warm, and maybe even put Radio 4 on.
Shall I wank you off while I'm at it?
Just bang him in the shed or something.
Wow, man, look at them roses.
God, these people know how to live.
They're rhododendrons.
They're roses, you smug fuck.
In.
Will you sit still?
Not very mature.
Oh, lighten up, will you, for fuck's sake.
Excuse me, but I'm being traumatized here.
Yeah, so why you got to keep fucking whinging about it?
Aw, come on, Glen! Think!
Think!
Shit.
Oh, come on, come on.
Ah!
Yes! Ow!
Yes!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
It's too small.
Mmm-hmm.
- Go for the tape. - I am.
- Just go for the tape. - I fucking am.
You're not. You're just grabbing my ass.
- The cheeky fuck! - What?
It's Glen.
Shit!
Glen!
You can get someone's fucking eye out with that!
Ah, fuck's sake!
Wait, wait, wait.
Come inside.
Glen!
You're fucking this up!
Glen, no!
Stop it!
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, my God!
No, no!
What'd you do that for?
You stabbed him.
You just fucking stabbed him!
What is your plan now?
You fucking tell me you didn't want this.
I'm not leaving here without them watches.
Get out!
Get up!
Where are you taking him?
Bring him back!
It's gonna be okay It's gonna be okay.
Danny, it's gonna be fine. You're gonna be all right, mate.
Fucking hell.
Dan?
Come on. Come on.
Look, just...
Let my family go.
And then I'll open the safe.
- Just give me what I want and no one else gets hurt. - No.
Here you are.
Fill it. Fill it. Put them in there.
Do you even need this much stuff?
Do you?
I've worked bloody hard for everything I've got.
We all work hard, mate.
I'd be a millionaire if it came down to that.
If you work hard,
then you're rewarded in kind.
I used to be a printer, yeah. Got laid off.
You know, our whole industry went down the toilet.
World passed us by.
Now I stack shelves for a living.
Do you know what that feels like, do you?
And do you know what it feels like when you look in the paper,
and you see the boss of your firm who's younger than you,
earning four million quid a year?
I do.
'Cause that's nearly 200 times what I get.
Now do you honestly believe the amount of work
that he does in one year is worth
the same amount that I'd have to do in over three lifetimes?
Is that rewarding him in kind?
Do you know what that does to someone?
How little it makes them feel?
No, I don't. I don't know that.
But your boss, he would have to be
very gifted to do that job, not many people who could do it.
Do you know that's what I fucking hate about you lot?
This myth that you put out there.
That if you're poor, it's because you're lazy or stupid.
You can't accept that your success
just might, just might
be down to what you were born into?
And that you might not be all that special, huh?
Yeah, well, maybe you're right. Maybe you are right.
I don't know. I've been through all this with your friend.
Right.
So just take what you want and go, please.
It's not that simple, is it?
Yeah, it is that simple.
You've seen my face.
No, I haven't. I won't remember it.
I'm not a bad person.
I'm just...
I'm just tired, you know.
I'm really tired. I'm worn out.
No!
Sorry.
Get out of my house!
Get out! No!
Please! Don't do this!
Oh, my God, stop this.
Go away! Get out!
I'll miss you.
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