Nightshooters (2018) - full transcript
An action thriller about a group of filmmakers who find themselves on the run from a violent horde of criminals after witnessing a brutal gangland execution. Unable to flee the derelict building they have been shooting in, the hapless film crew must use their technical skill and cinematic knowledge to defend themselves. The stunt man is a martial arts master, the special effects guru disregards safety and sets lethal traps, and the sound department strategically lay radio mics to detect when the hoodlums are on their way. Cue lots of thrills in a cat and mouse game of survival.
(♪♪♪)
(Taking deep breaths)
Wait, wait.
(Taking deep breaths)
You hear that?
Yeah.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, what do we do now?
(Taking deep breaths)
Same thing we did last time.
(Cocking)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Growling)
(Man and woman
taking deep breaths)
I's just one of them.
Just shoot him.
That could draw attention.
(Zinging)
This?
Perfect.
(Zombie growling
in background)
I got this, Angel.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 1:
Hey, buddy.
- Huh.
- (Grunting)
MAN 1:
How you doin'?
(Growling)
(Screaming)
Oh my God, Chad, no!
- (Growling)
- (Screaming)
(Firing)
(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Growling)
I got a better place
for them bullets, doll.
You're alive!
(Takes a deep breath)
I'll be right back.
(Grunting)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Firing)
- (Grunting)
- (Firing)
MAN 2:
Somebody get a shotgun!
(Growling)
(Grunting)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Firing)
- (Growling)
- (Grunting)
(Fires)
(Whirring)
- (Fires)
- (Grunting)
- (Zombies growling)
- (Firing)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
Okay, this is what I want.
I want to add a close-upof
Harper's jugular
getting ripped out.
Proper ripped out.
Like stringy sinewy viscera,
like dare the dead type.
- (Blast)
- (Gasps)
(Chuckles)
You've gotta be
fuckin' kidding me.
Yeah, this is gonna work.
I'll just need a minute
to reset it, alright?
MARSHALL: Are you actually
listening to a word I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Red tape on the detonator
means it's safe, alright?
Anyone can touch it.
But maybe
don't let anyone touch it.
What's this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
don't touch that.
Fine, but they weren't
in the last room.
Yes, I know that, Jen,
but we're talking about pickups.
No one's gonna know
what room we're in
when there's blood sprayin'
across the frame, are we?
- Just saying, is all.
- Good.
Okay.
(Mimics popping)
Can you hear that?
Yes, God, yes.
Nothin', but bounce, innit.
Tellin' you now.
We're in the wrong room
for this.
Need a smaller room.
It's not that the same room
we shot in last time, is it?
We work with what we're given.
Oh, piss off with that, Jen.
(Sighs)
(Mimics popping)
What the fuck are you doing?
The sound stinks in here!
It's too echoey.
I can't do much with this
cheap sound kit, you know?
If you let me,
I'd have somethin' decent.
Mate, stop bangin' on
about rentin' equipment.
That stuff you've got there
was perfectly fine
for making films 10 year ago,
it's perfectly fine now.
It's ridiculous!
There's more bounce in here
than one of your
fuckin' paychecks.
Oi!
- I'll give you that.
- Oh.
No, good, though.
You know, all this archaic,
obsolete, candy bar piece
of bullshit picks up
with any clarity...
- What?
- Is mobile interference.
That's bollocks for stacks.
It's shielded, isn't it?
The GoKit is.
Hey, mate,
what you on'
about mobile signal?
There's fuck over there,
you twat.
Yeah, there's no signal
and your phone's tryin'
to find one,
so all I can hear is...
(Mimics
mobile phone interference sound)
It's torture.
It's like listenin'
to a 72 tin foil.
Mate, no one's sayin' much today
anyway.
Then what the fuck
am I doin' here?
(Sighs)
Kim, I need coffee.
Plenty of coffee.
Bring it, bring it, bring it,
bring it, come on.
Ian's been making noises
for about half an hour now
and it's still cold.
They tried ice
to make it warmer...
- (Spitting)
- Fucki' hell!
- That is freezing.
- You're so dramatic.
That's disgusting.
What the fuck you put in that?
I tell you what?
- That is... that is awful.
- Well...
That is awful.
I've got some change.
If you've got some time,
then I'll go and get you one.
That is the best thing
you've said all day,
because, no offense,
if being called a "cunt"
had a flavor,
it'd taste a lot
like your coffee.
- (Chuckling)
- (Rattling)
What the fuck?
ODDBOD: Did you just knock
that out of her hands?
Oh, come on, guys.
I didn't do it on purpose!
No, no,
he didn't do it on purpose.
Yeah, exactly!
And first off,
this isn't a holiday,
we're here to do a job, yeah?
Yours is to bring
a warm coffee,
you make shit look pretty
and keep everything in focus,
which you are doin'
and I applaud you for that.
And mate, shut the fuck up
and record what everyone else
is sayin', alright?
Are you ready for me yet?
Donnie, wait your fuckin' turn.
(Chuckling)
I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin', mate.
I tell you what?
Can you help her with that?
She dropped something.
Great.
Ellie!
(Coins rattling)
Your moral support
is overwhelming.
Uh, I am outraged,
but it's well,
not my department really, is it?
(Whirring)
I can use the mechanism in this
to make the severed hand twitch.
It's half already, yeah?
Um, oh, bollocks.
Um...
(Sighs)
The thing about that is um,
look, it's gonna take a while
to get this working better.
Can we get the hand shot last?
We can pop Harper up
in the background
and it'll look great.
And it'll give him time
to sober up, too.
I don't need him sober,
I need him fucking ready.
Right.
This is what we're gonna do.
We're gonna shoot him second.
Yeah?
Jen, we're gonna
do the effects shot later,
so get Donnie's shot first,
yeah?
Yep, that's fine.
With these lights,
it's gonna be grainy as fuck
anyway!
I'll go and make a start on him.
You mean he's here?
On time?
He's on time, yep.
And he's um, more sober
than usual.
Fuck off.
HARPER:
Nope, I'm not.
(Glugging)
Ugh!
Oh.
You've got one dot.
You should work with one dot,
you useless piece of shit.
Right, I'm gonna start
gettin' you ready then, Harper.
Hey, sugar t... face sugar face.
Sugar face!
(Chuckling)
- HARPER: You're back.
- Sit down please.
HARPER:
Hmm.
We really should talk, you know?
I love to talk.
Do you know that I did a film
with Scott Atkins once?
He punched me in the face.
Yeah.
It was an accident.
It is one hell of a war story
to tell, don't you think?
(Chuckling)
(Grunting)
I told you never touch me again
or I swear to God.
- See this?
- (Grunts)
If I blast it in your eyes,
it'll burn.
And if I mix it
with some other stuff I've got,
it'll melt your face off.
- (Grunts)
- Do you understand?
Don't test me.
(Grunting)
Sit in the chair.
(Grunting)
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sometimes
I get so fuckin' lonely.
(Sobbing)
JEN: You couldn't have
found me a Madbox.
Oh, fuck's sake.
JEN: I look like a
tourist with this thing.
(Flicking switch)
DONNIE:
Ouch, it's cold, okay?
- Yep.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- (Grunting)
- MARSHALL: Are we ready?
- JEN: Just a minute.
- Okay, okay.
Yeah, it's... that was cold.
JEN: Okay, it's not the
best shot in the world...
Well, it's an a7s, isn't it?
All you have to do is just
turn the brightness up
bombastic thing.
You said you wanted
to look like John Wick.
There's no grain in John Wick.
Yeah, there's no grain
in John Wick.
Oh, fuck.
Right,
can we just shoot something
and see what we end up with?
(Thumping)
- (Metal rattling in distance)
- (Harper grunting in distance)
(Laughing)
- (Chuckles)
- Is he fucking high?
(Sighs)
I have a cold.
This Lemsip is awesome,
by the way.
MARSHALL: Let's just get
this shot out of the way,
and then we can wrap on him,
and that'll be that.
The faster you work,
the faster he fucks off.
I've got a bit of a cold.
Shut the fuck up!
Fuckin' hell!
Ellie,
get that fuckin' spritz ready.
Go on, roll.
Now.
Unprofessional.
Hurry up.
JEN:
Kim?
Yeah.
JEN:
Have you got the slate ready?
KIM:
I can't find the slate.
Word and clap?
Word and a clap's fine by me.
MARSHALL: Yes, whatever.
Come on.
JEN:
Hurry up.
Rolling.
MARSHALL:
Speed.
Dawn of the Deadly,
pickup scene 87.
Bastard's here, and take one.
ODDBOD:
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
It's a phone again.
A fuckin'...
Someone's phone's...
(Mimics mobile phone
interference sound)
- Again!
- MARSHALL: No, no, no, no.
- God?
- Jesus Christ!
You are gonna give me
a stomach ulcer. No.
ODDBOD: Just switch 'em off
or put 'em in airplane mode
or switch 'em off please!
ELLIE:
Mine's off.
JEN:
Mine's on airplane mode.
Mine's off.
(Whistles)
ODDBOD:
Mmhmm.
Harper, is your phone off?
He keeps turning it on
when we're not lookin'.
MARSHALL:
Right.
Everybody,
put your phones in this box,
because it interferes
with Frodo's cheap sound kit.
Now, come on, get it in.
Everybody.
Hey, yours too, come on.
Okay, now look at this antique.
(Chuckling)
Robocop called.
He wants his fuckin' dick back.
Kim.
Harper.
How're you, mate?
Um, you want to put your phone
in the box, please?
What for?
There's no signal
in this shithole anyway.
ODDBOD:
Yes, Harper, there's no signal
and your phone keeps tryin'
to find one,
- so all I can hear is...
- MARSHALL: Now...
(Man mimics mobile phone
interference sound)
- Um...
- HARPER: Yeah.
Well, everyone's put the phone
in the box.
I'm... I'm puttin' mine in.
Um, go on, do the same.
(Clears throat)
Well, if you want
any more of that Lemsip,
you'll put your phone
in the box.
It's on airplane mode.
MARSHALL: I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know.
Uh, come on.
Put it in.
Come on, mate.
Right, go on,
get it out of here.
Don't just put 'em
in the other room.
I want them
as far away as possible.
In fact, Kim, don't even tell us
where you're puttin' em.
No.
I actually wonder
whether these cables
are causin' any interference.
Yeah, I mean they're everywhere.
Mm-mm,
those are detonator cables
for the PE4.
Wait a minute, detonator cables?
Nothing's gonna happen
until the mornin'.
You fuckin' kiddin' me?
Is this place rigged to blow up?
Look...
uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This... this is our last chance
to film here, right?
and I've done us all
a really good deal, right?
So we'll be sound
till the mornin'.
And then... uh, and then...
and then, we can grab a shot
of these things coming down
in real life
and I have one epic finale.
These things?
Yeah.
The whole complex
is coming down.
Oh!
Fuck right off.
I'm out of here.
- Sham, this is...
- Mate, mate, mate, look.
Calm down, man!
It's not... it's not like TNT,
it's totally safe!
Like, Ellie, tell him.
Yeah, it's totally safe.
It won't just explode.
You need detonators
and no one's gonna pop them
until tomorrow, so you're safe.
totally safe.
See?
Told you.
Does anyone know we're here?
(Marshall sighs)
Look, Donnie,
this is guerilla filmmaking,
so please, all of you,
stop bein' a bunch of pussies,
yeah?
We've got till sunrise
before we're in trouble
and then when the sun's up...
We can't shoot anyway.
Exactly.
Fine.
Is it really safe?
- Yeah, completely.
- Great.
(Claps)
Come on then. Chop, chop.
Let's get it going.
Jen, you can have a play
until Kim's back.
JEN: Excellent.
Alright, let's see...
(Grunting)
MAN 3:What about this woman?
We strippin' her as well?
No,
just this fuckin' piece of shit.
MAN 4:Get your
fuckin' butt here.
(Indistinct yelling)
- Fuck!
- (Sobbing)
- Shit!
- (Yelling)
Fuck!
(Yelling)
MAN 3:(Indistinct speech)
(Squeaking)
Your brother-in-law's back.
He's got 'em.
TARKER:
Them?
Yeah.
(Indistinct chatter
and laughter in distance)
Oi, go easy!
He's not yours
to fuck around with!
(Laughter and
indistinct chatter in distance)
(Sighs)
Oi, you lot, put him down.
I said, "Leave him alone."
(♪♪♪)
(Laughing)
O'HARA: Oi, Noodles,
stop fuckin' around with him.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuck.
Oh yeah... oi, evening, brother.
Look what little fishes swam
into my neck this evening, huh?
TARKER:
What the fuck is goin' on?
- (Grunts)
- What the fuck is this?
- What?
- What the fuck is this?
What did I say?
- What did I say?
- You said...
What did I say?
You said, "Go and get Phil."
- And?
- And... and...
- And? And what?
- There were no ands.
You just said
to go and get Phil.
Yeah?
So what's she doin' here?
Oh yeah, she...
What's she fuckin' doin' here?
She in it with him?
No, I don't think so.
Then what's
she fuckin' doing here?
Well, we...
we followed him from the club
and she was with him,
and I saw him
fuckin' fingerin' that slag.
So you didn't think
to wait to get him alone?
You said it was time-sensitive.
I said we had till mornin'.
Does he strike you
as some sort of
tantric all-nighter, does he?
Yeah.
No, of course not!
Look at the fuckin' state
of him.
Of course not.
So you bring us
a fucking witness,
'cause you
can't wait 10 fuckin' seconds
for him to blow his fuckin' load
and show some fuckin' discretion
like a fuckin' professional?
Give me your coat.
Get your fuckin' coat off.
Get your fuckin' coat off.
Give me your fuckin' coat.
(Sniffling)
(Sighing)
(Sobbing)
- I...
- It's alright.
- (Sobbing)
- I don't...
- I don't know him.
- (Sobs)
I just met him tonight.
Yeah, what's your name, love?
She... she's just somebody.
I'll get to you in a minute.
(Sobbing)Gabi.
It's Gabi.
(Sobbing)
I don't know him, okay?
I just don't.
And I can see you...
You scare him and...
And you're exceptional.
But if it's okay with you,
I'd like to leave,
and you can continue
scaring him
just without me here.
And I'll... I'll keep going and...
and will play along.
Okay.
Well, do you wanna
play along for me now?
Yeah?
Okay,
just close your eyes for us.
Close your eyes.
Yeah, good, good, good.
Now is there someone
in your life that you love?
Someone who has
a positive effect on you,
is there?
I want you to picture them.
Picture them.
Picture their biggest
beaming glorious smile.
Just a absolutely
lovelywonderful smile,
because you turned up
and they're so happy to see you.
They can't believe it.
They are so...
(Gunshot)
(Sighs)
(Taking deep breaths)
HARPER:
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Shoot me!
Shoot me!
- ELLIE: I'm still rolling.
- Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me.
You can cut anytime you like
yeah,
because this mic is
bullet-protected.
Ellie, go.
Co... come on, guys.
Shoot me.
Okay, set?
And action.
Shoot me, cunt!
I said not to move.
Duh.
- (Grunting)
- I've got something in my eye.
- I said, "Don't move."
- Get it out, get it out!
Uh,
I've got something in my eye.
- Get it out.
- ELLIE: I said, "Don't move."
HARPER:
Come on, hurry up, get it out!
Fuck's sake, come on!
- Come on.
- ELLIE: Hang on.
What's the matter with y'all?
Fucking...
(Exploding)
(Grunting)
- I'm cutting.
- MARSHALL: Yeah.
Yeah, cut.
Just cut.
KIM:
Sorry.
I didn't know it was live.
(Sighs)
Red tape on the detonator
means it's safe.
Red tape on the floor,
on my arm, on the fuckin' moon,
the detonator's live.
You got it?
Alright.
Don't be sorry,
please just be better.
Well, okay,
it was only an accident.
Yeah, well,
it's bloody dangerous.
HARPER:
No, no, no, no, no.
This is bullshit.
Drop the act.
You two did this on purpose
and she fucked up my hand
earlier.
You did what?
Yeah?
He keeps trying to touch me.
Whoa, mate,
you do not do that, man!
I've told you
time and time again!
You do not.
That is so uncool!
- That...
- This is bullshit, yeah?
Night shoots on dusty floors,
squibs exploding
next to my bollocks,
and she's threatened
to melt my face off.
And look, rusty nail,
green room.
This thing
could give me fucking tetanus.
MARSHALL: Well, alright,
just calm down, yeah?
If we get this done,
we can just go home,
and we can
put this all behind us.
Um, guys.
(Taking deep breaths)
It was...
It was an accident.
Oh, it was an accident.
Oh, guys, I didn't...
I didn't realize
It was an accident.
It was an accident,
so let him go.
So let him go.
- It was an accident.
- Uh, fuckin' joker.
It was an accident!
Oh, fuck off.
How do you accidentally
get out your way
to burn someone to death?
I didn't know he was gonna
be there, did I?
I didn't fuckin' know!
TARKER:
Yeah.
See, I do believe you.
Unfortunately,
he was in there, wasn't he?
So you did burn him to death.
Eye for an eye, Philzy boy.
Eye for an eye.
Interesting fact.
When it comes to retribution,
eye for an eye is actually
a plea for leniency.
See, we think of it today
more as like a sort of
justification for revenge.
I lost an eye,
I get to take an eye,
but back in the old days
when blood feud
was all the rage,
people held grudges.
You couldn't take a shit
without someone wanting
to murder your entire family
because of it.
So they came up
with an eye for an eye,
- an appropriate response.
- (Sobbing)
TARKER: You've lost an
eye, only take an eye.
Don't take both eyes,
the hands, the feet.
Don't burn nephews.
(Grunting)
What do you mean?
I could, by right,
burn your nephew to death.
That'd be fair.
I could burn everything,
but where would that get us?
You will be
a clear enough message to send.
(Grunts)
TARKER: This is why I'm
burning you to death.
The worst bit about fire
is surviving.
Living the rest of your life
with no skin
or raw nerves and blisters
lookin' like yesterday's kebab.
Months and months of unending
and physical pain
until you can't take it anymore,
and the only thing left to you
is to take your own life!
I would love
to put you through that.
I really would.
(Taking deep breaths)
Please don't.
But where would that get us?
Can't have your anger and pain
festerin'
and turning
into vengeance of your own.
This has to end tonight.
(Grunting)
No!
(Screaming)
So as bad
as it's gonna get for you,
and it is
gonna get pretty fucking bad,
take comfort in the fact
that it will end.
(Phil grunts)
Eventually.
(Grunting)
That's uh, that's gun powder
they're rubbin' on you.
Should flare up nicely
when the flames hit you.
(Phil grunting)
Won't kill you,
but it will really fuckin' hurt.
(Phil grunting)
And that cloth in your mouth,
that's to keep those pesky fumes
out your lungs.
We don't want you passin' out
before your nerve endings
overload with pain, now do we?
(Grunting)
Probably should have held on
to that, Philzy boy.
Could have put your foot out
with it.
(Flicking)
(Phil grunting)
- Holy shit!
- (Together) Oh!
JEN: He's on fucking
fire, he's on fire!
- Oh my God, dammit!
- (Overlapping speech)
(Chuckling)
(Phil grunting)
- (Overlapping speech)
- MARSHALL: Calm down, please.
HARPER:
For fuck's sake!
(Overlapping speech)
ELLIE:
Oh my...
(Spraying)
Who the fuckin' fucked
with those fuckin' plugs?
I don't understand,
what're we supposed to do?
We need to move.
That's an a7s.
- (Sniffles)
- That's a really good camera.
If they saw any of that, boss,
we could be in the shit.
Explain it to them.
- (Firing)
- (Shattering)
(Noodles sighs)
(Sniffles)
Now, rush.
Right, boys, let's go!
(Taking deep breaths)
Come on, guys, this way.
Let's go.
- (Screaming)
- Jesus!
- (Indistinct yelling)
- (Firing)
MAN 5:
Go, y'all, go!
(Taking deep breaths)
There's another stairwell
down this way.
Go!
Quick, come on.
Up here, this way.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 6:Come on. Come on, boys.
JEN: Through this floor we
can takethe next stairwell.
- Shit.
- Oh, no.
- Let's go, let's go.-
HARPER: There's more of them.
(Taking deep breaths)
DONNIE:
Oh shit. Shit, oh shit.
JEN:
Let's go, come on.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuck.
(Man grunting)
MAN 5:
We got 'em!
They were here, into one
of these rooms over here!
MAN 6:
Get a light on in here!
- No!
- (Firing)
What the fuck?
It's a fucking demolition floor,
you dickhead!
Fucking dynamite's over there!
I shot over there!
MAN 6:You, stupid bloody man!
- Wait!
- Okay.
No one fucking shoots
until we're off this floor.
- MAN 5: Yes, boss.
- MAN 6: (Overlapping speech)
I've got an idea.
But we need someone
who can throw a punch.
(Taking deep breaths)
(Sighing)
Do not fucking fire
on this floor.
Got it?
Just threaten them, dickhead.
I'm not a fuckin' dickhead.
You just can't get
the fuckin' stuff these days.
(Grunting)
MAN 6: There they are! Get them!
MARSHALL:
Donnie, get up here!
And punch fuckin', yeah.
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Firing)
Oh, fuck!
Oh, oh!
Oh, fuck.
(Grunting)
What the... what the fuck?
(Grunting)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Firing)
(Grunting)
- (Fires)
- (Grunting)
- (Gunshots)
- Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa, fuck!
I said, "No fuckin' shooting",
you dumb fucking cunt!
(Grunting)
- (Firing)
- (Grunting)
Harper!
(Taking deep breaths)
Shit.
Go, come on, come on, come on.
Donnie!
Let's go!
(Pulls trigger)
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
Get up, you fuckin'
useless pricks!
Get up, you fickin' amateurs!
One fuckin' floor!
One... get the fuck up!
- (Fires)
- Oh!
Fuckin' no fingers
on the trigger!
It's a demolition floor.
Move, you fuckin' cunt!
- You, you fuck swine, go!
- (Man grunts)
MAN 6:
Get out of there.
Move!
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh shit.
Okay, w're good.
(Taking deep breaths)
- I just... I just...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just feel so...
I'm so out of it right now.
- It's alright.
- I just... uh.
- You'll be fine, okay?
- I'm gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine, yeah?
- You're gonna be fine.
- (Sobbing)
KIM:
No, no, it's okay.
Hey, there's no need, come on.
(Sobbing)
KIM:
Yeah?
Alright?
Slow down a second.
What's that?
(Taking deep breaths)
Insurance.
Okay, so start getting
some of this crap off the floor,
okay?
So... so I'm getti' some of this
crap of the floor, okay?
Okay, but don't cut
yourself with some glass.
(Taking deep breaths)
Yeah, I need more,
come, on, Kim.
Give me more, shove it in there.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 5: Look, boss,
I don't know where they are.
MAN 6:
That's bullshit.
They must be
around here somewhere.
- I bet they've gone up.
- (Shushing)
MAN 5: No, no, no! No, no.
But they wouldn't have gone up.
They must have gone down!
MAN 6: Get down your side
of the corridor, you cunt.
(Indistinct speech)
(Grunting)
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
I don't know,
you boys look like shit.
Proper fighti', eh?
You passed anyone on the way up?
Let's turn it on, okay, lads?
Someone slip away, did they?
Yeah, something like that.
Alright, let's go.
NOODLES:
Come on, this way.
Down here.
Oh fuck.
You know, I can't handle this.
I think I've maybe one fight
in my whole life.
It was a... a bully pickin' on
me mate at school,
so bam, I gave him
the old Yorkshire kiss.
(Taking deep breaths)
DONNIE:
What's a Yorkshire kiss?
Uh, I's a head butt.
I bet Jenny calls it
"Toronto kiss".
Actually, I call it
"a Montréal kiss", but hey.
(Grunting)
I think I get it.
(Grunting)
MAN 7:
Oh God!
Oh God!
(Indiscernible speech)
(Man grunting)
Fucking cut, fucking bleedi',
fucking scars, too.
Look at that,
I'm fuckin' bleeding.
Not one of them
with all that shooting.
Are they armed?
Shit! Go after them!
And with what?
- MAN 5: With...
- (Rattling)
With that, you cunt.
And you lot,
what the fuck is Chilemba
teachin' you in karate class
if you can't beat up a bunch
of fuckin' film students?
Yeah, I don't think
they're students.
I'm not as good as Chilemba,
but I've been to three classes.
So who the fuck
was doin' the fancy
roundhouse kicks and shit?
Don't look at me,
that's fuckin' racist.
- I...
- Don't just assume, alright?
It's a fucking compliment!
It's not a compliment,
that's even more racist!
And in my defense,
before you have a pop,
I don't do Tuesdays,
blocks on Tuesdays.
That's why I...
so that's why I...
MAN 5:
Yeah, I couldn't do Tuesdays...
I couldn't do Tuesdays either,
I got the kids.
Shut the fuck up!
Who's got a gun?
Who's gonna come with bullets?
Who's got the biggest...
you got the biggest gun?
Now, give that a pass.
You're on main entrance duty.
What the fuck for?
Because you are the guy
that fucked up
when they ran down your side
of fucking corridor,
you cunt!
Don't fuckin' break it,
it's my uncle's fucking gun.
He's very protective of it.
He won it in a raffle.
Right, you lot, run the back!
Block the fuckin' fire exits.
No one leaves, no one escapes!
And if you see
that fuckin' Kung Fu cunt,
then use your guns
and look intimidating'!
Got it?
Especially, you cunt!
You fuckin' cunt!
Noodles.
Noodles.
What?
Go
and tell the big man what's up.
Now who the fuck is that?
Now, I wanna get to know more
about these fucking
new friends of ours,
alright?
So one of you please tell me
that you can at least
break into a fuckin' car!
Thank fuck for that.
I look like fuckin' Harry Potter
with this fuckin' scar.
Guys.
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
Hey, do you know?
I got 1718 in that car.
Could be a bit of a
celebration for rum.
I could drink it all myself.
(Taking deep breaths)
Maybe you can have it all.
Cheers.
(Glugging)
(Grunts)
Right, let's find out
who you little fuckers are.
Ah!
(Laughing)
Fucking jackpot.
You're mine now,
you little shits.
Oh, fuck, I wonder
if they've got plaster as well.
Oh.
Yes.
- Yeah.
- (Chuckling)
Yeah.
Perfect.
(♪♪♪)
They're keeping an eye
on the entrance.
They're also keeping an eye
on all the fire escapes.
There's an elevator shaft,
but no elevator.
Fuck that.
Well, my thought exactly.
There can't
just be one stairwell.
Well,
there isn't just one stairwell,
but there's only one
that's actually functional.
I mean
this building is derelict.
I... I'm no buildingologist,
but that's probably why
they're blowing it up.
Look, there are
plenty of places to hide.
All we have to do is
keep our heads down
till the demolition crew arrives
in the morning
and then boom...
(Jen chuckling)
Or not boom, if you like.
I very much prefer not boom.
(Bang)
Uh-oh.
DONNIE:
What now?
Shit!
Uh.
Oh fuck.
Um...
(Takes a deep breath)
I never got a permit to shoot.
I just heard that they were
demolishin' the buildings
and we needed to get in fast,
so uh...
- Yeah.
- (Scoffs)
Yeah.
No one knows we're here.
- (Grunting)
- Well, fuck.
So now we've got
to get out of here uh,
by what time did you say
they're blowin' this place up?
We've got ages, mate.
You don't have to worry
about that yet.
I... I do worry, actually, mate.
I worry about it a lot,
'cause we're here
for fuck old money
and now we're gonna die for it.
We make cinema, you cunt!
If there's
one art form worth dying for,
this is it!
What... what if they
don't wanna kill us?
What if they just wanna chat us
on it?
Oh yeah, that's what it is.
Just a language barrier,
because no one speaks
fuckin' bullet, you dildo!
Grow up!
Did anyone see where Kim
and Ellie went?
Harper.
You know,
I can hear Kim and Harper.
He's still
wearin' his radio mic.
Ask them
if they can find a way out.
- It's not a phone.
- Phones.
We can use us phones
to call the po... fuck, shit.
No, we can't.
Cause the signal here is shit.
Well, it's still worth a shot.
Where are the phones?
Bollocks!
Look, I still think we should go
and look.
I mean
they can't be more than what?
A few floors above
where we were shooting
at the most.
Or a few floors below.
There's quite a few
fuckin' floors.
I hate to
be the we-should-split-up guy,
but we should split up
and I should go with Donnie.
Well, I'm gonna listen to Kim
and Harper.
I know
it's not your department,
but many hands
make light work.
No, you dickhead.
I'm tryin' to be practical.
Look, if Kim says
where the phones are
and I'm not listenin',
what is the point?
(Sighing)
What do you think, Donnie?
You think we should split up?
Uh, guys,
I'm not in charge here, alright?
I'm not cut out for it.
I'll do whatever you guys think.
Okay, well,
it's more than likely
she took 'em
at least one floor up,
so let's try there.
- Come on.
- Fine, whatever.
MARSHALL:
Sorry, I called you a cunt.
So they're all still alive?
Apparently.
And we're all still alive.
Mmhmm.
Who the fuck even are they?
I've got...
I've already got one strike
for like you know,
just petty crime and that,
but this is somethin'
completely fuckin' different.
If that camera was switched on
and it shows
just one of our faces,
I could get in real
fuckin' trouble.
The thing is their eyes were on.
They saw us!
So you need to go back in there
and switch them off!
Definitely.
The fuck's O'Hara?
He's just checkin' 'em out
for a bit more of information.
Do we even know
how many they fuckin' are?
We do know.
Looks like there's seven
of these pricks.
Fucki' hell.
Put that out.
Bruh, there' petrol
all over the place in here.
Go fuck yourself.
I got names, phone numbers,
could probably
get their addresses, too,
if they managed to get away.
Yeah,
fuckin' none of 'em get away.
Fuckin' hell.
Harper Partridge is in this.
I wanna get his autograph
before we shoot that cunt.
I want Chilemba.
Not much of a phone signal
in here, boss.
Well,
find some and get him here!
Wait!
Tell him
to bring more fuckin' bullets!
I'm already
a step ahead of you.
- Dick.
- What the fuck?
Fuckin' hell.
(Door squeaking in background)
ODDBOD: Hey,
have a look at that guy up there.
He's got a signal.
Oh yeah.
The reception's shit in here,
but I reckon
if we get up high enough,
we'll be able to catch a signal
and just call the police.
Hmm, makes sense, don't it?
Now, all we have to do
is find the phones.
JEN:
We didn't find anything.
Any luck up here?
See for yourself.
Easy.
How many?
TARKER:
Seven.
It will be a long night
while you put 'em all down,
but I can't have anyone,
anyone escapin'.
And when you have racked up
your body count of seven,
I need you to watch the doors,
check for anyone extra,
then "kaboom"!
Not a problem, Mr. Tarker.
TARKER:
I need you to guard the doors.
Well, actually, I wouldn't mind
watchin' Chilemba and his boys
at work.
Well, they don't need
your fuckin' help
to go and take care
of, Kung Fu cunt,
but I need you
to guard the fuckin' doors!
Go watch the fuckin' doors.
- (Grunts)
- Shit off!
Can I get some antiseptic wipes,
'cause this is going gangrene.
I wouldn't mind a fresh plaster
that sticks properly,
but I'm makin' do!
Ugh, you know wha'd I like?
I'd like
to not go to fuckin' prison,
cause my fuckin' crew
couldn't kill a bunch
of fuckin' film students!
I don't think
they're film students.
I don't fucking care!
(Tarker taking deep breaths)
Alright, having fun,
enjoyin' yourself?
Not really, no.
No!
No, it's not as much fun
as it's cracked out to be
all gangster and all, is it?
A bit fuckin' dangerous.
Dangerous?
There's fucking seven of 'em!
That's like two each!
The fuck is wrong with you?
Well, Kung Fu cunt's technically
like three of them.
Well, I've just sent
three to deal with him,
haven't I?
So that is literally two each!
Find 'em and fucking kill 'em!
Now!
(Sighing)
Fucking hell!
(♪♪♪)
MARSHALL: Donnie, no, man,
I've already been over those.
- DONNIE: In these?
- MARSHALL: Yeah.
Now look in that one.
(Donnie grunting)
DONNIE:
What do you mean? No.
Th... th...
there's a spider in there.
MARSHALL:
I don't care, mate.
I... I'm just bein' a...
But you have to do it.
- Oh.
- ODDBOD: Okay.
Shit.
You're not sitting
on those phones, are you?
No.
Okay, more delivery orders.
Shite.
MARSHALL:
No, look where I'm pointing.
ODDBOD: I swear to God,
I could murder one of them tinnies
right now.
You can have one as well
if you behave.
Oh, thanks.
Five for me.
Okay, fuck you.
(♪♪♪)
Fuck!
Shit!
That guy just saw me.
Quick, they're comin'.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Find the phones.
Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim, come on,
talk to me now.
Oh shit.
(♪♪♪)
O'HARA: Barry,
go take a look in the next floor.
BARRY: Well,
why don't we you take a look?
O'HARA:
'Cause I said so!
Or do you wanna go back
to the door, you cunt?
Noodles.
Noodles, go with him.
NOODLES:
Yeah, alright.
Come on, come on, come on.
Where'd you put the phones?
Maybe we can get to them?
Good, yes!
They're talkin' about phones.
Seriously,
why am I the only person
thinkin' about this?
Oh, the phone's
not even workin' here anyway.
I had one dot.
You can send a text
with one dot.
I can text someone.
Okay, that's a good point.
Thank you.
But the're miles away.
Well, then why don't we
try findin' 'em
instead of fuckin' around here
with toys?
- (Footfalls in distance)
- Okay, well, I put them...
- They're coming!
- HARPER: Fuck.
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
Shit, fuck.
NOODLES:
Hold on, now what was that?
(Indistinct whispering)
NOODLES:
Three of us?
BARRY:
Two of us.
ODDBODD:
Fuck!
Sounds like someone's coming
for 'em.
- I'll go down.
- No, we need you here, man.
DONNIE:
I'll go help them.
Well, how will you find 'em?
DONNIE:
They'll be in the room
with the torches
and the bad guys.
I ask him to say
where the phones are
for Oddbod to hear, right?
Easy.
ODDBOD:
Makes sense, yeah.
Just in case, take these.
Stats this one, two floors down.
That one, floor above.
Okay?
Another one in detection system.
Smarter than you look.
Yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself.
Okay, I'll be back.
MARSHALL:
Donnie.
If you get a chance,
you're gonna find help.
No, I stay and help.
No, you are helping
by going to get help,
are't you?
(Taking deep breaths)
Fine.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, we got one, bitches!
Look at the state of this guy.
That is
fuckin' Harper Partridge.
BARRY:
Who?
The actor I was talkin' about,
I wanted to get his autograph.
This might have been
a real arsehole.
A really fuckin' good actor, eh.
Was a good actor.
Got the holes in his chest!
I reckon you did that, Barry.
Do you reckon?
Probably.
Great.
I'm havin' it, man.
(Zipping)
(Pattering)
What the fuck are you doin',
Barry?
Uh,
it's kinda like a trophy thing.
Well, you piss on 'em
when you kill 'em?
Try to.
(Pattering)
(Static)
(Beep)
- (Sighing)
- I think Harper's dead.
There's nothing we can do
for him.
Let's keep movin'.
Your fuckin' DNA
will be all over him now.
You can get DNA from piss?
I mean, you...
Yeah, I would have thought so,
yeah.
Best torch him anyway
I suppose.
Yeah.
Don't worry about it.
Building's comin' down
in the morning.
Yes,
but what if they find him?
The fabric of his clothes
will be soaked
in your fuckin' spastic DNA.
CSI will take one look at that
and go, "Oh yeah, that's Barry!
He's a notorious
fucki' retard!"
Fuck!
(Sighs)
But the petrol's
all the way down there and all.
What's your fuckin' problem,
mate?
I'll wait here for you.
Well, nobody's here anyway.
What's wrong with you?
- (Sighs)
- For fuck's sake.
I don't know.
A fuckin' high one.
I'll be back.
(Takes a deep breath)
(Clinking)
(Footfalls in distance)
(♪♪♪)
That looks like a man.
Definitely
matches the description.
Donnie sounds like
he's in trouble.
You two, fuck him up,
I'll find someone else.
Come, boy.
(Taking deep breaths)
Should we go help?
I think he's leadin' 'em away.
MAN 8: You come back
here, you karate kid.
(♪♪♪)
- I think we should go help.
- No.
- (Chuckles)
- No, no.
- We did okay last time.
- No, no.
Hang on, hang on, hang on.
I think someone's
comin' up the stairs.
- Is it Donnie?
- No, I don't think so,
'cause he's
not makin' any effort
to be light-footed.
(Footfalls)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(Thumping)
(♪♪♪)
Fuck, he's downstairs.
(Clunking)
- He's running.
- Shit.
Oh, fuckin' shit!
(Grunting)
(Clinking)
(Taking deep breaths)
Twat.
(Taking deep breaths)
I think we should
go to the lower floor.
- What?
- Down to the lio's den?
Away from the maniac runnin'...
- Runni'.
- Runni' towards us.
(Grunting)
(Distortion)
(Taking deep breaths)
What the fuck?
(Distortion)
He's gone.
He's gone.
MARSHALL:
Are you sure?
ODDBOD:
Positive.
- Shit.
- You said we were clear!
Fuckin' stay away from us!
- Yes, go on!
- Go on.
It's just a cheap sound kit,
it's not a fuckin'
Goomba detection system,
dickhead!
Run!
- (Whooshing)
- (Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Yelling)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD:
Stop.
Oh, you... no.
Stop!
Stop it, don't fuck...
do not do this, stop!
Wait.
(♪♪♪)
(Cracking)
(♪♪♪)
(Taking deep breaths)
I'm so sorry.
(Sobbing)
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
(Sobbing)
Don't know
what I'm gonna tell her mom.
(Sobbing)
MAN 9:
Chilemba, you in here?
We've gotta go.
We've gotta go.
Hey, we gotta... come on.
(Sobbing)
MARSHALL:
We've gotta fucking go.
(♪♪♪)
(Sobbing)
(Shushing)
(Sobbing)
(Grunting)
BARRY:
I'm back.
(Barry taking deep breaths)
Got it.
No fuckin' signal in here.
I do not know what kind of
dystopian technocracy
we're living' in, Barry.
Right.
Is this enough?
Plenty.
Alright, soak that cunt.
Okay.
(Pouring)
Lighter.
Be careful with that,
that's my brother-in-law's.
Of course.
(Taking deep breaths)
Piece of shit.
Hold the bit down.
Bit?
What bit?
The fucking gas bit.
But there is no bit,
it's a Zippo.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, sweet.
There you go.
Right, fuckin' torch it.
Goodbye, little man.
(Laughing)
Please, don't burn me!
(Screaming)
(Shattering)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
Huh?
(Explosion)
(Grunting)
Fuck.
Fuck.
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
MAN:
Come here, guys.
Look in there.
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh God, I stink of pissy petrol.
Shut up.
Now, I know
that that's not Play-Doh.
They say PE4, but...
(Sniffing)
This is actually a geary charge.
Fuck's a garry charge?
Like a mix of different things,
like really fuckin' dangerous.
Anything can set this off,
a... a charge, a bullet.
I'm not sure these things
are even fuckin' legal.
How do you know so much
about blowin' up buildings?
ELLIE:
I can use this to help us out.
I'm gonna need more detonators,
they're in my kit
where we were shooting.
Right, okay, you go upstairs
and meet them.
I'll see ya there.
HARPER:
So we're going up?
(Whispering)
Phew.
Yep.
Uh...
What are you doing with that?
(Taking deep breaths)
Milk and two sugars, please,
sweetheart.
(Grunting)
Come here, you little shit.
- (Grunts)
- Fuck.
(Yelling)
(Grunting)
- Fucking...
- (Yelling)
You little fucking shit!
(Grunting)
Fuck!
Here's your milk and two sugars,
you bellend.
(Yelling)
That's fuckin' freezing!
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
O'HARA: Here. There you go.
(Grunting)
CHILEMBA:
There's two a few floors up.
One dead.
MAN 10:
Oh, fuck ass got away.
I kill this one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hang on, hang on.
The boss might have
some questions for this one.
Oh, bollocks.
Right, Chilemba,
find kung fu cunt.
Get Kev and Eddie
searchin' the floor
you were just on.
Big man's telling me
to guard the doors
and kill everyone.
So I don't know what the fuck
I'm supposed to be doing.
And you... you little shit,
you're fucking coming with me.
You're a witch.
Move.
(Clunking)
(Donnie grunts)
They've got Kim.
But they're saying
someone's dead
Oddbod,
if you're still listening,
I'm on the fifth floor.
They got Kim down,
they want to get you.
You have to leave now, Oddbod,
okay?
Fuck.
ODDBOD: I can't fucking
fight, I can't fucking fight.
(Shushing)
(Muttering)
Fuck!
- Wooh, oh!
- Oh!
- Oh, it's you.
- Oh, it's me.
- It's okay.
- I thought someone's coming.
Nope, there's no one up here,
it's fine.
W... w... where's Kim?
- We don't know.
- Well, did you find the phones?
She went
to find some explosives.
- We don't know.
- Oddie?
MARSHALL:
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Oh my God.
Oddie, you alright?
Yeah.
I know.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Guys.
ELLIE: Your SIMOCODE
is still transmitting.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Hey, guys.
Shit, they're comin'?
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Hey, guys.
It's Donnie, he's alive.
(Chuckling)
Yes, fuck, Jesus, fuck.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
They are coming upwards.
They're heading to fifth floor.
Listen, you need to hide.
Guys, they are coming.
They are coming.
HARPER:
What happened to your hand?
MARSHALL:
Yeah, it's fucked up.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring in distance)
(Yelling)
(Whirring)
Is that a geary charge?
Is that a microphone?
(Explosion)
(Taking deep breaths)
(♪♪♪)
Holy shit.
(Sighs)
Oh, fuck.
I think I found the phones.
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(Blood spurting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Clunking)
(♪♪♪)
MAN 10: Boss,
O'Hara's got something for you.
(♪♪♪)
Is that meant for me?
If you're not careful.
(Sighing)
(Grunting)
The explosion, I came.
Oh, you're alive.
You're alive.
(Taking deep breaths)
Jen?
(Sighs)
They won't let us leave.
We're gonna have
to find a way out.
We may have to kill.
(♪♪♪)
I could kill.
I really could.
You used to be part
of the French special forces
before you became a stuntman.
I used to be an accountant.
(Chuckling)
(Coughing)
Oh fuck,
oh, I feel sick.
- We're p...
- (Sighs)
We're pretty fucked,
aren't we?
We've been lucky so far.
Most of us.
(♪♪♪)
They're gonna come back in.
If I could set up some surprises
for them.
What can you do?
My squibs can set off
some of these geary explosives.
I've only got three of them.
Kim was tryin'
to get me some more.
ODDBOD:
Could you...
Build me somethin'
that I can throw at one of em?
There's one fuck.
He's a psycho,
I can't get near him.
He's the one that killed Jen.
Okay, yeah, give me a minute.
I...
I honestly thought I'd got him,
but he's
like the fuckin' Terminator.
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
Are you okay settin' it up
like Ellie said?
I hope so.
(Coughing)
(♪♪♪)
(Gunshot)
(♪♪♪)
Alright, you fuckers!
I just wanted to have a chat.
But since you
started killing my guys,
we're gonna have to have a talk!
(♪♪♪)
(Sighing)
Fuck!
(Sighs)
I know there's still five of you
in there.
So how about
you all come out for a talk
or you can wait
till my demolition crew turn up
and level the fucking thing?
(Sobbing)
Fuck.
Hey, I go.
No, I wanna try
and turn 'em down.
If it goes pear-shaped,
you can get 'em out.
We both go.
I'll come with you.
Hang back.
We'll get Kim out of there.
See if I can
get this thing working.
Harper.
You still have some Lemsip,
yeah?
Remember, don't get too close
to the 11th floor.
Hide on the third floor.
Again, Oddbod, we find you.
Don't worry about me,
I'll be fine.
No?
Nothing?
Fine!
Okay.
(Grunting)
What happened?
What happened?
It was an accident.
(Sobbing)
Accident?
Well, you did this?
You fuckin' did this?
You?
How can you do this?
What happened?
Some of your friends
are already dead.
It doesn't have to be like this
for everybody.
What happened?
Look at me.
Look at me.
(Kim grunts)
- (Thumping)
- (Kim grunting)
- (Sighing)
- ELLIE: Oh my God.
- (Sighing)
- I can't get it in.
ODDBOD:
Ellie.
Oh God.
ODDBOD:
Just find... make something.
Okay, just shut up, okay?
(Sniffling)
(Grunting)
Who was it?
Who did it?
(Grunting)
It was Ellie.
Ellie?
Ellie?
The... the fuckin' dead girl?
Yeah.
Yeah.
The fuckin' dead girl.
The fuckin'... the fuckin'...
the fuckin' dead girl?
The fuckin'...
the fuckin' dead girl
killed my fuckin'
brother-in-law.
The fuckin'...
fuckin' dead girl,
a fuckin' slag, fuckin'...
Shoot that fuckin' cunt.
(Taking deep breaths)
(♪♪♪)
Oh!
Well, it's about fucking time!
Hey, just...
Just let it go.
(Sobs)
Okay, I get it.
Kim, I fucked up.
No.
MARSHALL:
I fucked up real bad.
I never meant
for any of this to happen.
And we just wanna go home.
So just let it go.
Kim.
Kim...
Come on, Kim.
Let's go, come on.
Come, forget it.
- (Gunshot)
- (Grunting)
(Gasping)
Oi, where you goin'?
Fun's just starting.
(Gunshot)
(Gunshots)
(Sobbing)
Nothing personal, kid.
(♪♪♪)
Okay, I've done it.
It's... it's done.
(Taking deep breaths)
- Shit, run!
- Run!
Oh, run!
- No!
- (Explosion)
Kim, come on!
Let's go.
Kim.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuckin'...
Get in there
and kill those fucking cunts!
Louis, make sure
don't fuck out this time.
And you,
you see that martial artist?
Kill him fucking twice!
CHILEMBA:
Louis, you go around the back.
The rest of you lot with me
and don't fuck it up this time.
Keep up.
(♪♪♪)
Alright, listen here, dickheads.
Stop fuckin' about.
We're gonna go up there,
find these fucks,
and bust some fuckin' heads.
(Whirring)
(Explosion)
Yeah, let's go.
Come on.
(Squeaking)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Clunking)
Well, after you.
(Takes a deep breath)
(Grunting)
Come on.
Why the fuck
am I leadin' the way?
Get up here, you lazy slugs!
Fuck's sake!
I broke this,
if you can make it work.
Yeah, easy.
(Taking deep breaths)
O'HARA:
Well, well, well.
If it isn't
now what's his fucking face
from that piece of shit film
I once watched.
(Laughing)
Kung fu cunt himself
and his pissy little
tea-makin' sidekick.
- (Explosion)
- Oh!
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD: I think probably
11th just blew up.
I bloody noticed.
(Taking deep breaths)
- (Grunting)
- What the fuck.
(Grunting)
Fuckin'... fuckin' twice.
Fuckin' twice!
Oh, I need a new fuckin' job.
I'm going back to selling cars.
(♪♪♪)
DONNIE:
We wait here.
Ellie and Oddbod,
they're on their way.
(Sighing)
I should have helped Marshall.
I'm sorry.
Ellie and Oddbod
will come find us here.
We'll get Harper
and I'll punch our way out.
Marshall's plan.
(Taking deep breaths)
It's gonna be fine,
we'll be fine.
(Grunts)
(♪♪♪)
So you're the one
who killed Jen.
I got something for you.
And what's that?
(Snorting)
(Grunting)
CHILEMBA:
Come on.
What have you got for me?
A French kiss, you motherfucker.
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
Sneaky, motherfuckers.
- (Grunts)
- (O'Hara scoffs)
Hello.
At least,
something can go right, eh?
I can see it now,
your gravestone.
I'll have it read,
"She didn't stand a chance."
Yeah, but I'll,
to organize, that
may implicate me a little bit,
but oh, who gives a shit?
It's all about posterity,
isn't it?
Shit, mate.
You're about to be buried
under 100 metric tonnes
of shitty building rubble.
That's fuck all you can do
about it.
(Chuckles)
But don't worry,
I'll do a little prayer for you.
(Spritzing)
(Screaming)
- Fuck!
- (Yelling)
(Gunshot)
God, fuck!
Oh f...
(Screaming)
Jesus Christ!
(Taking deep breaths)
You, alright?
Yeah.
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
Hey, you alright, Kim.
It's okay.
It's okay.
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD:
Where's Donnie?
Where's Donnie?
Where is he?
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
Come on, tough guy.
Get up.
(Grunting)
I said, "Get up, tough guy."
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
ODDBOD:
Hey!
(Grunting)
(Thumping)
(Grunting)
(Explosion)
(Grunting)
Oddie, we've got to go.
Come on.
(Whirring)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Sighs)
I can't, I'm sorry.
(Sighs)
I can't leave, Jen.
Not like this.
They uh... actually, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go back and get her,
so um...
You're gonna carry her
over that wrist?
I'll be fine.
I'll come with you.
Me, too.
ELLIE:
I'll go get Marshall.
HARPER:
Yeah.
(Sniffles)
(♪♪♪)
Harper, come help me move him.
(Sniffles)
(♪♪♪)
(Whispering)
Oddie, someone's comin' up.
They've got a gun.
It's not working.
(Grunting)
(Gunshot)
(♪♪♪)
(Kim grunting)
(Cocking)
(Gunshot)
(Donnie grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
TARKER: Oh, you bastards,
let's be havin' you.
(Grunting)
Your kung fu sucks.
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Gunshot)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Presses trigger)
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
Got your names,
got your numbers.
Game's not over, cunts.
Oh, schoolboy error.
(Taking deep breaths)
She's in, they're in, go.
Shut it, let's go.
Come on, go, go, go.
(Grunting)
(Engine whirring)
- (Grunts)
- (Fires)
Bollocks.
(Explosion in distance)
- (Smashing)
- (Screaming)
(Explosion)
(♪♪♪)
ODDBOD:
Jesus.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
(♪♪♪)
(Popping)
(♪♪♪)
(Sobbing)
(♪♪♪)
(Explosion)
♪ The 7-car pile-up
has been cleaned away ♪
♪ And the suicidal
channel swimmer anchors away ♪
♪ And the diver
from the Dover cliffs ♪
♪ Is on the ropes ♪
♪ And the rope is still hangin'
on St. Katherine's Docks ♪
(♪♪♪)
♪ The gun smoke poke
in the feather pillow ♪
♪ And the empty pill bottle
and the dry swallow ♪
♪ And the fuming
at the garage hosepipe ban ♪
♪ And the cutthroat,
red-coat claret fan ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(Taking deep breaths)
Wait, wait.
(Taking deep breaths)
You hear that?
Yeah.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, what do we do now?
(Taking deep breaths)
Same thing we did last time.
(Cocking)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Growling)
(Man and woman
taking deep breaths)
I's just one of them.
Just shoot him.
That could draw attention.
(Zinging)
This?
Perfect.
(Zombie growling
in background)
I got this, Angel.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 1:
Hey, buddy.
- Huh.
- (Grunting)
MAN 1:
How you doin'?
(Growling)
(Screaming)
Oh my God, Chad, no!
- (Growling)
- (Screaming)
(Firing)
(Growling)
(Screaming)
(Growling)
I got a better place
for them bullets, doll.
You're alive!
(Takes a deep breath)
I'll be right back.
(Grunting)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Firing)
- (Grunting)
- (Firing)
MAN 2:
Somebody get a shotgun!
(Growling)
(Grunting)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Firing)
- (Growling)
- (Grunting)
(Fires)
(Whirring)
- (Fires)
- (Grunting)
- (Zombies growling)
- (Firing)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
Okay, this is what I want.
I want to add a close-upof
Harper's jugular
getting ripped out.
Proper ripped out.
Like stringy sinewy viscera,
like dare the dead type.
- (Blast)
- (Gasps)
(Chuckles)
You've gotta be
fuckin' kidding me.
Yeah, this is gonna work.
I'll just need a minute
to reset it, alright?
MARSHALL: Are you actually
listening to a word I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Red tape on the detonator
means it's safe, alright?
Anyone can touch it.
But maybe
don't let anyone touch it.
What's this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
don't touch that.
Fine, but they weren't
in the last room.
Yes, I know that, Jen,
but we're talking about pickups.
No one's gonna know
what room we're in
when there's blood sprayin'
across the frame, are we?
- Just saying, is all.
- Good.
Okay.
(Mimics popping)
Can you hear that?
Yes, God, yes.
Nothin', but bounce, innit.
Tellin' you now.
We're in the wrong room
for this.
Need a smaller room.
It's not that the same room
we shot in last time, is it?
We work with what we're given.
Oh, piss off with that, Jen.
(Sighs)
(Mimics popping)
What the fuck are you doing?
The sound stinks in here!
It's too echoey.
I can't do much with this
cheap sound kit, you know?
If you let me,
I'd have somethin' decent.
Mate, stop bangin' on
about rentin' equipment.
That stuff you've got there
was perfectly fine
for making films 10 year ago,
it's perfectly fine now.
It's ridiculous!
There's more bounce in here
than one of your
fuckin' paychecks.
Oi!
- I'll give you that.
- Oh.
No, good, though.
You know, all this archaic,
obsolete, candy bar piece
of bullshit picks up
with any clarity...
- What?
- Is mobile interference.
That's bollocks for stacks.
It's shielded, isn't it?
The GoKit is.
Hey, mate,
what you on'
about mobile signal?
There's fuck over there,
you twat.
Yeah, there's no signal
and your phone's tryin'
to find one,
so all I can hear is...
(Mimics
mobile phone interference sound)
It's torture.
It's like listenin'
to a 72 tin foil.
Mate, no one's sayin' much today
anyway.
Then what the fuck
am I doin' here?
(Sighs)
Kim, I need coffee.
Plenty of coffee.
Bring it, bring it, bring it,
bring it, come on.
Ian's been making noises
for about half an hour now
and it's still cold.
They tried ice
to make it warmer...
- (Spitting)
- Fucki' hell!
- That is freezing.
- You're so dramatic.
That's disgusting.
What the fuck you put in that?
I tell you what?
- That is... that is awful.
- Well...
That is awful.
I've got some change.
If you've got some time,
then I'll go and get you one.
That is the best thing
you've said all day,
because, no offense,
if being called a "cunt"
had a flavor,
it'd taste a lot
like your coffee.
- (Chuckling)
- (Rattling)
What the fuck?
ODDBOD: Did you just knock
that out of her hands?
Oh, come on, guys.
I didn't do it on purpose!
No, no,
he didn't do it on purpose.
Yeah, exactly!
And first off,
this isn't a holiday,
we're here to do a job, yeah?
Yours is to bring
a warm coffee,
you make shit look pretty
and keep everything in focus,
which you are doin'
and I applaud you for that.
And mate, shut the fuck up
and record what everyone else
is sayin', alright?
Are you ready for me yet?
Donnie, wait your fuckin' turn.
(Chuckling)
I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin', mate.
I tell you what?
Can you help her with that?
She dropped something.
Great.
Ellie!
(Coins rattling)
Your moral support
is overwhelming.
Uh, I am outraged,
but it's well,
not my department really, is it?
(Whirring)
I can use the mechanism in this
to make the severed hand twitch.
It's half already, yeah?
Um, oh, bollocks.
Um...
(Sighs)
The thing about that is um,
look, it's gonna take a while
to get this working better.
Can we get the hand shot last?
We can pop Harper up
in the background
and it'll look great.
And it'll give him time
to sober up, too.
I don't need him sober,
I need him fucking ready.
Right.
This is what we're gonna do.
We're gonna shoot him second.
Yeah?
Jen, we're gonna
do the effects shot later,
so get Donnie's shot first,
yeah?
Yep, that's fine.
With these lights,
it's gonna be grainy as fuck
anyway!
I'll go and make a start on him.
You mean he's here?
On time?
He's on time, yep.
And he's um, more sober
than usual.
Fuck off.
HARPER:
Nope, I'm not.
(Glugging)
Ugh!
Oh.
You've got one dot.
You should work with one dot,
you useless piece of shit.
Right, I'm gonna start
gettin' you ready then, Harper.
Hey, sugar t... face sugar face.
Sugar face!
(Chuckling)
- HARPER: You're back.
- Sit down please.
HARPER:
Hmm.
We really should talk, you know?
I love to talk.
Do you know that I did a film
with Scott Atkins once?
He punched me in the face.
Yeah.
It was an accident.
It is one hell of a war story
to tell, don't you think?
(Chuckling)
(Grunting)
I told you never touch me again
or I swear to God.
- See this?
- (Grunts)
If I blast it in your eyes,
it'll burn.
And if I mix it
with some other stuff I've got,
it'll melt your face off.
- (Grunts)
- Do you understand?
Don't test me.
(Grunting)
Sit in the chair.
(Grunting)
Oh, I'm sorry.
Sometimes
I get so fuckin' lonely.
(Sobbing)
JEN: You couldn't have
found me a Madbox.
Oh, fuck's sake.
JEN: I look like a
tourist with this thing.
(Flicking switch)
DONNIE:
Ouch, it's cold, okay?
- Yep.
- Okay, okay, okay.
- (Grunting)
- MARSHALL: Are we ready?
- JEN: Just a minute.
- Okay, okay.
Yeah, it's... that was cold.
JEN: Okay, it's not the
best shot in the world...
Well, it's an a7s, isn't it?
All you have to do is just
turn the brightness up
bombastic thing.
You said you wanted
to look like John Wick.
There's no grain in John Wick.
Yeah, there's no grain
in John Wick.
Oh, fuck.
Right,
can we just shoot something
and see what we end up with?
(Thumping)
- (Metal rattling in distance)
- (Harper grunting in distance)
(Laughing)
- (Chuckles)
- Is he fucking high?
(Sighs)
I have a cold.
This Lemsip is awesome,
by the way.
MARSHALL: Let's just get
this shot out of the way,
and then we can wrap on him,
and that'll be that.
The faster you work,
the faster he fucks off.
I've got a bit of a cold.
Shut the fuck up!
Fuckin' hell!
Ellie,
get that fuckin' spritz ready.
Go on, roll.
Now.
Unprofessional.
Hurry up.
JEN:
Kim?
Yeah.
JEN:
Have you got the slate ready?
KIM:
I can't find the slate.
Word and clap?
Word and a clap's fine by me.
MARSHALL: Yes, whatever.
Come on.
JEN:
Hurry up.
Rolling.
MARSHALL:
Speed.
Dawn of the Deadly,
pickup scene 87.
Bastard's here, and take one.
ODDBOD:
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
It's a phone again.
A fuckin'...
Someone's phone's...
(Mimics mobile phone
interference sound)
- Again!
- MARSHALL: No, no, no, no.
- God?
- Jesus Christ!
You are gonna give me
a stomach ulcer. No.
ODDBOD: Just switch 'em off
or put 'em in airplane mode
or switch 'em off please!
ELLIE:
Mine's off.
JEN:
Mine's on airplane mode.
Mine's off.
(Whistles)
ODDBOD:
Mmhmm.
Harper, is your phone off?
He keeps turning it on
when we're not lookin'.
MARSHALL:
Right.
Everybody,
put your phones in this box,
because it interferes
with Frodo's cheap sound kit.
Now, come on, get it in.
Everybody.
Hey, yours too, come on.
Okay, now look at this antique.
(Chuckling)
Robocop called.
He wants his fuckin' dick back.
Kim.
Harper.
How're you, mate?
Um, you want to put your phone
in the box, please?
What for?
There's no signal
in this shithole anyway.
ODDBOD:
Yes, Harper, there's no signal
and your phone keeps tryin'
to find one,
- so all I can hear is...
- MARSHALL: Now...
(Man mimics mobile phone
interference sound)
- Um...
- HARPER: Yeah.
Well, everyone's put the phone
in the box.
I'm... I'm puttin' mine in.
Um, go on, do the same.
(Clears throat)
Well, if you want
any more of that Lemsip,
you'll put your phone
in the box.
It's on airplane mode.
MARSHALL: I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know.
Uh, come on.
Put it in.
Come on, mate.
Right, go on,
get it out of here.
Don't just put 'em
in the other room.
I want them
as far away as possible.
In fact, Kim, don't even tell us
where you're puttin' em.
No.
I actually wonder
whether these cables
are causin' any interference.
Yeah, I mean they're everywhere.
Mm-mm,
those are detonator cables
for the PE4.
Wait a minute, detonator cables?
Nothing's gonna happen
until the mornin'.
You fuckin' kiddin' me?
Is this place rigged to blow up?
Look...
uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This... this is our last chance
to film here, right?
and I've done us all
a really good deal, right?
So we'll be sound
till the mornin'.
And then... uh, and then...
and then, we can grab a shot
of these things coming down
in real life
and I have one epic finale.
These things?
Yeah.
The whole complex
is coming down.
Oh!
Fuck right off.
I'm out of here.
- Sham, this is...
- Mate, mate, mate, look.
Calm down, man!
It's not... it's not like TNT,
it's totally safe!
Like, Ellie, tell him.
Yeah, it's totally safe.
It won't just explode.
You need detonators
and no one's gonna pop them
until tomorrow, so you're safe.
totally safe.
See?
Told you.
Does anyone know we're here?
(Marshall sighs)
Look, Donnie,
this is guerilla filmmaking,
so please, all of you,
stop bein' a bunch of pussies,
yeah?
We've got till sunrise
before we're in trouble
and then when the sun's up...
We can't shoot anyway.
Exactly.
Fine.
Is it really safe?
- Yeah, completely.
- Great.
(Claps)
Come on then. Chop, chop.
Let's get it going.
Jen, you can have a play
until Kim's back.
JEN: Excellent.
Alright, let's see...
(Grunting)
MAN 3:What about this woman?
We strippin' her as well?
No,
just this fuckin' piece of shit.
MAN 4:Get your
fuckin' butt here.
(Indistinct yelling)
- Fuck!
- (Sobbing)
- Shit!
- (Yelling)
Fuck!
(Yelling)
MAN 3:(Indistinct speech)
(Squeaking)
Your brother-in-law's back.
He's got 'em.
TARKER:
Them?
Yeah.
(Indistinct chatter
and laughter in distance)
Oi, go easy!
He's not yours
to fuck around with!
(Laughter and
indistinct chatter in distance)
(Sighs)
Oi, you lot, put him down.
I said, "Leave him alone."
(♪♪♪)
(Laughing)
O'HARA: Oi, Noodles,
stop fuckin' around with him.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuck.
Oh yeah... oi, evening, brother.
Look what little fishes swam
into my neck this evening, huh?
TARKER:
What the fuck is goin' on?
- (Grunts)
- What the fuck is this?
- What?
- What the fuck is this?
What did I say?
- What did I say?
- You said...
What did I say?
You said, "Go and get Phil."
- And?
- And... and...
- And? And what?
- There were no ands.
You just said
to go and get Phil.
Yeah?
So what's she doin' here?
Oh yeah, she...
What's she fuckin' doin' here?
She in it with him?
No, I don't think so.
Then what's
she fuckin' doing here?
Well, we...
we followed him from the club
and she was with him,
and I saw him
fuckin' fingerin' that slag.
So you didn't think
to wait to get him alone?
You said it was time-sensitive.
I said we had till mornin'.
Does he strike you
as some sort of
tantric all-nighter, does he?
Yeah.
No, of course not!
Look at the fuckin' state
of him.
Of course not.
So you bring us
a fucking witness,
'cause you
can't wait 10 fuckin' seconds
for him to blow his fuckin' load
and show some fuckin' discretion
like a fuckin' professional?
Give me your coat.
Get your fuckin' coat off.
Get your fuckin' coat off.
Give me your fuckin' coat.
(Sniffling)
(Sighing)
(Sobbing)
- I...
- It's alright.
- (Sobbing)
- I don't...
- I don't know him.
- (Sobs)
I just met him tonight.
Yeah, what's your name, love?
She... she's just somebody.
I'll get to you in a minute.
(Sobbing)Gabi.
It's Gabi.
(Sobbing)
I don't know him, okay?
I just don't.
And I can see you...
You scare him and...
And you're exceptional.
But if it's okay with you,
I'd like to leave,
and you can continue
scaring him
just without me here.
And I'll... I'll keep going and...
and will play along.
Okay.
Well, do you wanna
play along for me now?
Yeah?
Okay,
just close your eyes for us.
Close your eyes.
Yeah, good, good, good.
Now is there someone
in your life that you love?
Someone who has
a positive effect on you,
is there?
I want you to picture them.
Picture them.
Picture their biggest
beaming glorious smile.
Just a absolutely
lovelywonderful smile,
because you turned up
and they're so happy to see you.
They can't believe it.
They are so...
(Gunshot)
(Sighs)
(Taking deep breaths)
HARPER:
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Shoot me!
Shoot me!
- ELLIE: I'm still rolling.
- Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me.
You can cut anytime you like
yeah,
because this mic is
bullet-protected.
Ellie, go.
Co... come on, guys.
Shoot me.
Okay, set?
And action.
Shoot me, cunt!
I said not to move.
Duh.
- (Grunting)
- I've got something in my eye.
- I said, "Don't move."
- Get it out, get it out!
Uh,
I've got something in my eye.
- Get it out.
- ELLIE: I said, "Don't move."
HARPER:
Come on, hurry up, get it out!
Fuck's sake, come on!
- Come on.
- ELLIE: Hang on.
What's the matter with y'all?
Fucking...
(Exploding)
(Grunting)
- I'm cutting.
- MARSHALL: Yeah.
Yeah, cut.
Just cut.
KIM:
Sorry.
I didn't know it was live.
(Sighs)
Red tape on the detonator
means it's safe.
Red tape on the floor,
on my arm, on the fuckin' moon,
the detonator's live.
You got it?
Alright.
Don't be sorry,
please just be better.
Well, okay,
it was only an accident.
Yeah, well,
it's bloody dangerous.
HARPER:
No, no, no, no, no.
This is bullshit.
Drop the act.
You two did this on purpose
and she fucked up my hand
earlier.
You did what?
Yeah?
He keeps trying to touch me.
Whoa, mate,
you do not do that, man!
I've told you
time and time again!
You do not.
That is so uncool!
- That...
- This is bullshit, yeah?
Night shoots on dusty floors,
squibs exploding
next to my bollocks,
and she's threatened
to melt my face off.
And look, rusty nail,
green room.
This thing
could give me fucking tetanus.
MARSHALL: Well, alright,
just calm down, yeah?
If we get this done,
we can just go home,
and we can
put this all behind us.
Um, guys.
(Taking deep breaths)
It was...
It was an accident.
Oh, it was an accident.
Oh, guys, I didn't...
I didn't realize
It was an accident.
It was an accident,
so let him go.
So let him go.
- It was an accident.
- Uh, fuckin' joker.
It was an accident!
Oh, fuck off.
How do you accidentally
get out your way
to burn someone to death?
I didn't know he was gonna
be there, did I?
I didn't fuckin' know!
TARKER:
Yeah.
See, I do believe you.
Unfortunately,
he was in there, wasn't he?
So you did burn him to death.
Eye for an eye, Philzy boy.
Eye for an eye.
Interesting fact.
When it comes to retribution,
eye for an eye is actually
a plea for leniency.
See, we think of it today
more as like a sort of
justification for revenge.
I lost an eye,
I get to take an eye,
but back in the old days
when blood feud
was all the rage,
people held grudges.
You couldn't take a shit
without someone wanting
to murder your entire family
because of it.
So they came up
with an eye for an eye,
- an appropriate response.
- (Sobbing)
TARKER: You've lost an
eye, only take an eye.
Don't take both eyes,
the hands, the feet.
Don't burn nephews.
(Grunting)
What do you mean?
I could, by right,
burn your nephew to death.
That'd be fair.
I could burn everything,
but where would that get us?
You will be
a clear enough message to send.
(Grunts)
TARKER: This is why I'm
burning you to death.
The worst bit about fire
is surviving.
Living the rest of your life
with no skin
or raw nerves and blisters
lookin' like yesterday's kebab.
Months and months of unending
and physical pain
until you can't take it anymore,
and the only thing left to you
is to take your own life!
I would love
to put you through that.
I really would.
(Taking deep breaths)
Please don't.
But where would that get us?
Can't have your anger and pain
festerin'
and turning
into vengeance of your own.
This has to end tonight.
(Grunting)
No!
(Screaming)
So as bad
as it's gonna get for you,
and it is
gonna get pretty fucking bad,
take comfort in the fact
that it will end.
(Phil grunts)
Eventually.
(Grunting)
That's uh, that's gun powder
they're rubbin' on you.
Should flare up nicely
when the flames hit you.
(Phil grunting)
Won't kill you,
but it will really fuckin' hurt.
(Phil grunting)
And that cloth in your mouth,
that's to keep those pesky fumes
out your lungs.
We don't want you passin' out
before your nerve endings
overload with pain, now do we?
(Grunting)
Probably should have held on
to that, Philzy boy.
Could have put your foot out
with it.
(Flicking)
(Phil grunting)
- Holy shit!
- (Together) Oh!
JEN: He's on fucking
fire, he's on fire!
- Oh my God, dammit!
- (Overlapping speech)
(Chuckling)
(Phil grunting)
- (Overlapping speech)
- MARSHALL: Calm down, please.
HARPER:
For fuck's sake!
(Overlapping speech)
ELLIE:
Oh my...
(Spraying)
Who the fuckin' fucked
with those fuckin' plugs?
I don't understand,
what're we supposed to do?
We need to move.
That's an a7s.
- (Sniffles)
- That's a really good camera.
If they saw any of that, boss,
we could be in the shit.
Explain it to them.
- (Firing)
- (Shattering)
(Noodles sighs)
(Sniffles)
Now, rush.
Right, boys, let's go!
(Taking deep breaths)
Come on, guys, this way.
Let's go.
- (Screaming)
- Jesus!
- (Indistinct yelling)
- (Firing)
MAN 5:
Go, y'all, go!
(Taking deep breaths)
There's another stairwell
down this way.
Go!
Quick, come on.
Up here, this way.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 6:Come on. Come on, boys.
JEN: Through this floor we
can takethe next stairwell.
- Shit.
- Oh, no.
- Let's go, let's go.-
HARPER: There's more of them.
(Taking deep breaths)
DONNIE:
Oh shit. Shit, oh shit.
JEN:
Let's go, come on.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuck.
(Man grunting)
MAN 5:
We got 'em!
They were here, into one
of these rooms over here!
MAN 6:
Get a light on in here!
- No!
- (Firing)
What the fuck?
It's a fucking demolition floor,
you dickhead!
Fucking dynamite's over there!
I shot over there!
MAN 6:You, stupid bloody man!
- Wait!
- Okay.
No one fucking shoots
until we're off this floor.
- MAN 5: Yes, boss.
- MAN 6: (Overlapping speech)
I've got an idea.
But we need someone
who can throw a punch.
(Taking deep breaths)
(Sighing)
Do not fucking fire
on this floor.
Got it?
Just threaten them, dickhead.
I'm not a fuckin' dickhead.
You just can't get
the fuckin' stuff these days.
(Grunting)
MAN 6: There they are! Get them!
MARSHALL:
Donnie, get up here!
And punch fuckin', yeah.
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Firing)
Oh, fuck!
Oh, oh!
Oh, fuck.
(Grunting)
What the... what the fuck?
(Grunting)
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(Firing)
(Grunting)
- (Fires)
- (Grunting)
- (Gunshots)
- Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa, fuck!
I said, "No fuckin' shooting",
you dumb fucking cunt!
(Grunting)
- (Firing)
- (Grunting)
Harper!
(Taking deep breaths)
Shit.
Go, come on, come on, come on.
Donnie!
Let's go!
(Pulls trigger)
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
Get up, you fuckin'
useless pricks!
Get up, you fickin' amateurs!
One fuckin' floor!
One... get the fuck up!
- (Fires)
- Oh!
Fuckin' no fingers
on the trigger!
It's a demolition floor.
Move, you fuckin' cunt!
- You, you fuck swine, go!
- (Man grunts)
MAN 6:
Get out of there.
Move!
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh shit.
Okay, w're good.
(Taking deep breaths)
- I just... I just...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just feel so...
I'm so out of it right now.
- It's alright.
- I just... uh.
- You'll be fine, okay?
- I'm gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine, yeah?
- You're gonna be fine.
- (Sobbing)
KIM:
No, no, it's okay.
Hey, there's no need, come on.
(Sobbing)
KIM:
Yeah?
Alright?
Slow down a second.
What's that?
(Taking deep breaths)
Insurance.
Okay, so start getting
some of this crap off the floor,
okay?
So... so I'm getti' some of this
crap of the floor, okay?
Okay, but don't cut
yourself with some glass.
(Taking deep breaths)
Yeah, I need more,
come, on, Kim.
Give me more, shove it in there.
(Taking deep breaths)
MAN 5: Look, boss,
I don't know where they are.
MAN 6:
That's bullshit.
They must be
around here somewhere.
- I bet they've gone up.
- (Shushing)
MAN 5: No, no, no! No, no.
But they wouldn't have gone up.
They must have gone down!
MAN 6: Get down your side
of the corridor, you cunt.
(Indistinct speech)
(Grunting)
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
I don't know,
you boys look like shit.
Proper fighti', eh?
You passed anyone on the way up?
Let's turn it on, okay, lads?
Someone slip away, did they?
Yeah, something like that.
Alright, let's go.
NOODLES:
Come on, this way.
Down here.
Oh fuck.
You know, I can't handle this.
I think I've maybe one fight
in my whole life.
It was a... a bully pickin' on
me mate at school,
so bam, I gave him
the old Yorkshire kiss.
(Taking deep breaths)
DONNIE:
What's a Yorkshire kiss?
Uh, I's a head butt.
I bet Jenny calls it
"Toronto kiss".
Actually, I call it
"a Montréal kiss", but hey.
(Grunting)
I think I get it.
(Grunting)
MAN 7:
Oh God!
Oh God!
(Indiscernible speech)
(Man grunting)
Fucking cut, fucking bleedi',
fucking scars, too.
Look at that,
I'm fuckin' bleeding.
Not one of them
with all that shooting.
Are they armed?
Shit! Go after them!
And with what?
- MAN 5: With...
- (Rattling)
With that, you cunt.
And you lot,
what the fuck is Chilemba
teachin' you in karate class
if you can't beat up a bunch
of fuckin' film students?
Yeah, I don't think
they're students.
I'm not as good as Chilemba,
but I've been to three classes.
So who the fuck
was doin' the fancy
roundhouse kicks and shit?
Don't look at me,
that's fuckin' racist.
- I...
- Don't just assume, alright?
It's a fucking compliment!
It's not a compliment,
that's even more racist!
And in my defense,
before you have a pop,
I don't do Tuesdays,
blocks on Tuesdays.
That's why I...
so that's why I...
MAN 5:
Yeah, I couldn't do Tuesdays...
I couldn't do Tuesdays either,
I got the kids.
Shut the fuck up!
Who's got a gun?
Who's gonna come with bullets?
Who's got the biggest...
you got the biggest gun?
Now, give that a pass.
You're on main entrance duty.
What the fuck for?
Because you are the guy
that fucked up
when they ran down your side
of fucking corridor,
you cunt!
Don't fuckin' break it,
it's my uncle's fucking gun.
He's very protective of it.
He won it in a raffle.
Right, you lot, run the back!
Block the fuckin' fire exits.
No one leaves, no one escapes!
And if you see
that fuckin' Kung Fu cunt,
then use your guns
and look intimidating'!
Got it?
Especially, you cunt!
You fuckin' cunt!
Noodles.
Noodles.
What?
Go
and tell the big man what's up.
Now who the fuck is that?
Now, I wanna get to know more
about these fucking
new friends of ours,
alright?
So one of you please tell me
that you can at least
break into a fuckin' car!
Thank fuck for that.
I look like fuckin' Harry Potter
with this fuckin' scar.
Guys.
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
Hey, do you know?
I got 1718 in that car.
Could be a bit of a
celebration for rum.
I could drink it all myself.
(Taking deep breaths)
Maybe you can have it all.
Cheers.
(Glugging)
(Grunts)
Right, let's find out
who you little fuckers are.
Ah!
(Laughing)
Fucking jackpot.
You're mine now,
you little shits.
Oh, fuck, I wonder
if they've got plaster as well.
Oh.
Yes.
- Yeah.
- (Chuckling)
Yeah.
Perfect.
(♪♪♪)
They're keeping an eye
on the entrance.
They're also keeping an eye
on all the fire escapes.
There's an elevator shaft,
but no elevator.
Fuck that.
Well, my thought exactly.
There can't
just be one stairwell.
Well,
there isn't just one stairwell,
but there's only one
that's actually functional.
I mean
this building is derelict.
I... I'm no buildingologist,
but that's probably why
they're blowing it up.
Look, there are
plenty of places to hide.
All we have to do is
keep our heads down
till the demolition crew arrives
in the morning
and then boom...
(Jen chuckling)
Or not boom, if you like.
I very much prefer not boom.
(Bang)
Uh-oh.
DONNIE:
What now?
Shit!
Uh.
Oh fuck.
Um...
(Takes a deep breath)
I never got a permit to shoot.
I just heard that they were
demolishin' the buildings
and we needed to get in fast,
so uh...
- Yeah.
- (Scoffs)
Yeah.
No one knows we're here.
- (Grunting)
- Well, fuck.
So now we've got
to get out of here uh,
by what time did you say
they're blowin' this place up?
We've got ages, mate.
You don't have to worry
about that yet.
I... I do worry, actually, mate.
I worry about it a lot,
'cause we're here
for fuck old money
and now we're gonna die for it.
We make cinema, you cunt!
If there's
one art form worth dying for,
this is it!
What... what if they
don't wanna kill us?
What if they just wanna chat us
on it?
Oh yeah, that's what it is.
Just a language barrier,
because no one speaks
fuckin' bullet, you dildo!
Grow up!
Did anyone see where Kim
and Ellie went?
Harper.
You know,
I can hear Kim and Harper.
He's still
wearin' his radio mic.
Ask them
if they can find a way out.
- It's not a phone.
- Phones.
We can use us phones
to call the po... fuck, shit.
No, we can't.
Cause the signal here is shit.
Well, it's still worth a shot.
Where are the phones?
Bollocks!
Look, I still think we should go
and look.
I mean
they can't be more than what?
A few floors above
where we were shooting
at the most.
Or a few floors below.
There's quite a few
fuckin' floors.
I hate to
be the we-should-split-up guy,
but we should split up
and I should go with Donnie.
Well, I'm gonna listen to Kim
and Harper.
I know
it's not your department,
but many hands
make light work.
No, you dickhead.
I'm tryin' to be practical.
Look, if Kim says
where the phones are
and I'm not listenin',
what is the point?
(Sighing)
What do you think, Donnie?
You think we should split up?
Uh, guys,
I'm not in charge here, alright?
I'm not cut out for it.
I'll do whatever you guys think.
Okay, well,
it's more than likely
she took 'em
at least one floor up,
so let's try there.
- Come on.
- Fine, whatever.
MARSHALL:
Sorry, I called you a cunt.
So they're all still alive?
Apparently.
And we're all still alive.
Mmhmm.
Who the fuck even are they?
I've got...
I've already got one strike
for like you know,
just petty crime and that,
but this is somethin'
completely fuckin' different.
If that camera was switched on
and it shows
just one of our faces,
I could get in real
fuckin' trouble.
The thing is their eyes were on.
They saw us!
So you need to go back in there
and switch them off!
Definitely.
The fuck's O'Hara?
He's just checkin' 'em out
for a bit more of information.
Do we even know
how many they fuckin' are?
We do know.
Looks like there's seven
of these pricks.
Fucki' hell.
Put that out.
Bruh, there' petrol
all over the place in here.
Go fuck yourself.
I got names, phone numbers,
could probably
get their addresses, too,
if they managed to get away.
Yeah,
fuckin' none of 'em get away.
Fuckin' hell.
Harper Partridge is in this.
I wanna get his autograph
before we shoot that cunt.
I want Chilemba.
Not much of a phone signal
in here, boss.
Well,
find some and get him here!
Wait!
Tell him
to bring more fuckin' bullets!
I'm already
a step ahead of you.
- Dick.
- What the fuck?
Fuckin' hell.
(Door squeaking in background)
ODDBOD: Hey,
have a look at that guy up there.
He's got a signal.
Oh yeah.
The reception's shit in here,
but I reckon
if we get up high enough,
we'll be able to catch a signal
and just call the police.
Hmm, makes sense, don't it?
Now, all we have to do
is find the phones.
JEN:
We didn't find anything.
Any luck up here?
See for yourself.
Easy.
How many?
TARKER:
Seven.
It will be a long night
while you put 'em all down,
but I can't have anyone,
anyone escapin'.
And when you have racked up
your body count of seven,
I need you to watch the doors,
check for anyone extra,
then "kaboom"!
Not a problem, Mr. Tarker.
TARKER:
I need you to guard the doors.
Well, actually, I wouldn't mind
watchin' Chilemba and his boys
at work.
Well, they don't need
your fuckin' help
to go and take care
of, Kung Fu cunt,
but I need you
to guard the fuckin' doors!
Go watch the fuckin' doors.
- (Grunts)
- Shit off!
Can I get some antiseptic wipes,
'cause this is going gangrene.
I wouldn't mind a fresh plaster
that sticks properly,
but I'm makin' do!
Ugh, you know wha'd I like?
I'd like
to not go to fuckin' prison,
cause my fuckin' crew
couldn't kill a bunch
of fuckin' film students!
I don't think
they're film students.
I don't fucking care!
(Tarker taking deep breaths)
Alright, having fun,
enjoyin' yourself?
Not really, no.
No!
No, it's not as much fun
as it's cracked out to be
all gangster and all, is it?
A bit fuckin' dangerous.
Dangerous?
There's fucking seven of 'em!
That's like two each!
The fuck is wrong with you?
Well, Kung Fu cunt's technically
like three of them.
Well, I've just sent
three to deal with him,
haven't I?
So that is literally two each!
Find 'em and fucking kill 'em!
Now!
(Sighing)
Fucking hell!
(♪♪♪)
MARSHALL: Donnie, no, man,
I've already been over those.
- DONNIE: In these?
- MARSHALL: Yeah.
Now look in that one.
(Donnie grunting)
DONNIE:
What do you mean? No.
Th... th...
there's a spider in there.
MARSHALL:
I don't care, mate.
I... I'm just bein' a...
But you have to do it.
- Oh.
- ODDBOD: Okay.
Shit.
You're not sitting
on those phones, are you?
No.
Okay, more delivery orders.
Shite.
MARSHALL:
No, look where I'm pointing.
ODDBOD: I swear to God,
I could murder one of them tinnies
right now.
You can have one as well
if you behave.
Oh, thanks.
Five for me.
Okay, fuck you.
(♪♪♪)
Fuck!
Shit!
That guy just saw me.
Quick, they're comin'.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Find the phones.
Kim, Kim, Kim, Kim, come on,
talk to me now.
Oh shit.
(♪♪♪)
O'HARA: Barry,
go take a look in the next floor.
BARRY: Well,
why don't we you take a look?
O'HARA:
'Cause I said so!
Or do you wanna go back
to the door, you cunt?
Noodles.
Noodles, go with him.
NOODLES:
Yeah, alright.
Come on, come on, come on.
Where'd you put the phones?
Maybe we can get to them?
Good, yes!
They're talkin' about phones.
Seriously,
why am I the only person
thinkin' about this?
Oh, the phone's
not even workin' here anyway.
I had one dot.
You can send a text
with one dot.
I can text someone.
Okay, that's a good point.
Thank you.
But the're miles away.
Well, then why don't we
try findin' 'em
instead of fuckin' around here
with toys?
- (Footfalls in distance)
- Okay, well, I put them...
- They're coming!
- HARPER: Fuck.
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
Shit, fuck.
NOODLES:
Hold on, now what was that?
(Indistinct whispering)
NOODLES:
Three of us?
BARRY:
Two of us.
ODDBODD:
Fuck!
Sounds like someone's coming
for 'em.
- I'll go down.
- No, we need you here, man.
DONNIE:
I'll go help them.
Well, how will you find 'em?
DONNIE:
They'll be in the room
with the torches
and the bad guys.
I ask him to say
where the phones are
for Oddbod to hear, right?
Easy.
ODDBOD:
Makes sense, yeah.
Just in case, take these.
Stats this one, two floors down.
That one, floor above.
Okay?
Another one in detection system.
Smarter than you look.
Yeah, yeah, go fuck yourself.
Okay, I'll be back.
MARSHALL:
Donnie.
If you get a chance,
you're gonna find help.
No, I stay and help.
No, you are helping
by going to get help,
are't you?
(Taking deep breaths)
Fine.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, we got one, bitches!
Look at the state of this guy.
That is
fuckin' Harper Partridge.
BARRY:
Who?
The actor I was talkin' about,
I wanted to get his autograph.
This might have been
a real arsehole.
A really fuckin' good actor, eh.
Was a good actor.
Got the holes in his chest!
I reckon you did that, Barry.
Do you reckon?
Probably.
Great.
I'm havin' it, man.
(Zipping)
(Pattering)
What the fuck are you doin',
Barry?
Uh,
it's kinda like a trophy thing.
Well, you piss on 'em
when you kill 'em?
Try to.
(Pattering)
(Static)
(Beep)
- (Sighing)
- I think Harper's dead.
There's nothing we can do
for him.
Let's keep movin'.
Your fuckin' DNA
will be all over him now.
You can get DNA from piss?
I mean, you...
Yeah, I would have thought so,
yeah.
Best torch him anyway
I suppose.
Yeah.
Don't worry about it.
Building's comin' down
in the morning.
Yes,
but what if they find him?
The fabric of his clothes
will be soaked
in your fuckin' spastic DNA.
CSI will take one look at that
and go, "Oh yeah, that's Barry!
He's a notorious
fucki' retard!"
Fuck!
(Sighs)
But the petrol's
all the way down there and all.
What's your fuckin' problem,
mate?
I'll wait here for you.
Well, nobody's here anyway.
What's wrong with you?
- (Sighs)
- For fuck's sake.
I don't know.
A fuckin' high one.
I'll be back.
(Takes a deep breath)
(Clinking)
(Footfalls in distance)
(♪♪♪)
That looks like a man.
Definitely
matches the description.
Donnie sounds like
he's in trouble.
You two, fuck him up,
I'll find someone else.
Come, boy.
(Taking deep breaths)
Should we go help?
I think he's leadin' 'em away.
MAN 8: You come back
here, you karate kid.
(♪♪♪)
- I think we should go help.
- No.
- (Chuckles)
- No, no.
- We did okay last time.
- No, no.
Hang on, hang on, hang on.
I think someone's
comin' up the stairs.
- Is it Donnie?
- No, I don't think so,
'cause he's
not makin' any effort
to be light-footed.
(Footfalls)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(Thumping)
(♪♪♪)
Fuck, he's downstairs.
(Clunking)
- He's running.
- Shit.
Oh, fuckin' shit!
(Grunting)
(Clinking)
(Taking deep breaths)
Twat.
(Taking deep breaths)
I think we should
go to the lower floor.
- What?
- Down to the lio's den?
Away from the maniac runnin'...
- Runni'.
- Runni' towards us.
(Grunting)
(Distortion)
(Taking deep breaths)
What the fuck?
(Distortion)
He's gone.
He's gone.
MARSHALL:
Are you sure?
ODDBOD:
Positive.
- Shit.
- You said we were clear!
Fuckin' stay away from us!
- Yes, go on!
- Go on.
It's just a cheap sound kit,
it's not a fuckin'
Goomba detection system,
dickhead!
Run!
- (Whooshing)
- (Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Yelling)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD:
Stop.
Oh, you... no.
Stop!
Stop it, don't fuck...
do not do this, stop!
Wait.
(♪♪♪)
(Cracking)
(♪♪♪)
(Taking deep breaths)
I'm so sorry.
(Sobbing)
I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
(Sobbing)
Don't know
what I'm gonna tell her mom.
(Sobbing)
MAN 9:
Chilemba, you in here?
We've gotta go.
We've gotta go.
Hey, we gotta... come on.
(Sobbing)
MARSHALL:
We've gotta fucking go.
(♪♪♪)
(Sobbing)
(Shushing)
(Sobbing)
(Grunting)
BARRY:
I'm back.
(Barry taking deep breaths)
Got it.
No fuckin' signal in here.
I do not know what kind of
dystopian technocracy
we're living' in, Barry.
Right.
Is this enough?
Plenty.
Alright, soak that cunt.
Okay.
(Pouring)
Lighter.
Be careful with that,
that's my brother-in-law's.
Of course.
(Taking deep breaths)
Piece of shit.
Hold the bit down.
Bit?
What bit?
The fucking gas bit.
But there is no bit,
it's a Zippo.
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh, sweet.
There you go.
Right, fuckin' torch it.
Goodbye, little man.
(Laughing)
Please, don't burn me!
(Screaming)
(Shattering)
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
Huh?
(Explosion)
(Grunting)
Fuck.
Fuck.
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
MAN:
Come here, guys.
Look in there.
(Indistinct conversation
in distance)
(Taking deep breaths)
Oh God, I stink of pissy petrol.
Shut up.
Now, I know
that that's not Play-Doh.
They say PE4, but...
(Sniffing)
This is actually a geary charge.
Fuck's a garry charge?
Like a mix of different things,
like really fuckin' dangerous.
Anything can set this off,
a... a charge, a bullet.
I'm not sure these things
are even fuckin' legal.
How do you know so much
about blowin' up buildings?
ELLIE:
I can use this to help us out.
I'm gonna need more detonators,
they're in my kit
where we were shooting.
Right, okay, you go upstairs
and meet them.
I'll see ya there.
HARPER:
So we're going up?
(Whispering)
Phew.
Yep.
Uh...
What are you doing with that?
(Taking deep breaths)
Milk and two sugars, please,
sweetheart.
(Grunting)
Come here, you little shit.
- (Grunts)
- Fuck.
(Yelling)
(Grunting)
- Fucking...
- (Yelling)
You little fucking shit!
(Grunting)
Fuck!
Here's your milk and two sugars,
you bellend.
(Yelling)
That's fuckin' freezing!
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
O'HARA: Here. There you go.
(Grunting)
CHILEMBA:
There's two a few floors up.
One dead.
MAN 10:
Oh, fuck ass got away.
I kill this one.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hang on, hang on.
The boss might have
some questions for this one.
Oh, bollocks.
Right, Chilemba,
find kung fu cunt.
Get Kev and Eddie
searchin' the floor
you were just on.
Big man's telling me
to guard the doors
and kill everyone.
So I don't know what the fuck
I'm supposed to be doing.
And you... you little shit,
you're fucking coming with me.
You're a witch.
Move.
(Clunking)
(Donnie grunts)
They've got Kim.
But they're saying
someone's dead
Oddbod,
if you're still listening,
I'm on the fifth floor.
They got Kim down,
they want to get you.
You have to leave now, Oddbod,
okay?
Fuck.
ODDBOD: I can't fucking
fight, I can't fucking fight.
(Shushing)
(Muttering)
Fuck!
- Wooh, oh!
- Oh!
- Oh, it's you.
- Oh, it's me.
- It's okay.
- I thought someone's coming.
Nope, there's no one up here,
it's fine.
W... w... where's Kim?
- We don't know.
- Well, did you find the phones?
She went
to find some explosives.
- We don't know.
- Oddie?
MARSHALL:
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Oh my God.
Oddie, you alright?
Yeah.
I know.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Guys.
ELLIE: Your SIMOCODE
is still transmitting.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Hey, guys.
Shit, they're comin'?
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
Hey, guys.
It's Donnie, he's alive.
(Chuckling)
Yes, fuck, Jesus, fuck.
DONNIE: (On SIMOCODE)
They are coming upwards.
They're heading to fifth floor.
Listen, you need to hide.
Guys, they are coming.
They are coming.
HARPER:
What happened to your hand?
MARSHALL:
Yeah, it's fucked up.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring in distance)
(Yelling)
(Whirring)
Is that a geary charge?
Is that a microphone?
(Explosion)
(Taking deep breaths)
(♪♪♪)
Holy shit.
(Sighs)
Oh, fuck.
I think I found the phones.
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(Blood spurting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Clunking)
(♪♪♪)
MAN 10: Boss,
O'Hara's got something for you.
(♪♪♪)
Is that meant for me?
If you're not careful.
(Sighing)
(Grunting)
The explosion, I came.
Oh, you're alive.
You're alive.
(Taking deep breaths)
Jen?
(Sighs)
They won't let us leave.
We're gonna have
to find a way out.
We may have to kill.
(♪♪♪)
I could kill.
I really could.
You used to be part
of the French special forces
before you became a stuntman.
I used to be an accountant.
(Chuckling)
(Coughing)
Oh fuck,
oh, I feel sick.
- We're p...
- (Sighs)
We're pretty fucked,
aren't we?
We've been lucky so far.
Most of us.
(♪♪♪)
They're gonna come back in.
If I could set up some surprises
for them.
What can you do?
My squibs can set off
some of these geary explosives.
I've only got three of them.
Kim was tryin'
to get me some more.
ODDBOD:
Could you...
Build me somethin'
that I can throw at one of em?
There's one fuck.
He's a psycho,
I can't get near him.
He's the one that killed Jen.
Okay, yeah, give me a minute.
I...
I honestly thought I'd got him,
but he's
like the fuckin' Terminator.
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
Are you okay settin' it up
like Ellie said?
I hope so.
(Coughing)
(♪♪♪)
(Gunshot)
(♪♪♪)
Alright, you fuckers!
I just wanted to have a chat.
But since you
started killing my guys,
we're gonna have to have a talk!
(♪♪♪)
(Sighing)
Fuck!
(Sighs)
I know there's still five of you
in there.
So how about
you all come out for a talk
or you can wait
till my demolition crew turn up
and level the fucking thing?
(Sobbing)
Fuck.
Hey, I go.
No, I wanna try
and turn 'em down.
If it goes pear-shaped,
you can get 'em out.
We both go.
I'll come with you.
Hang back.
We'll get Kim out of there.
See if I can
get this thing working.
Harper.
You still have some Lemsip,
yeah?
Remember, don't get too close
to the 11th floor.
Hide on the third floor.
Again, Oddbod, we find you.
Don't worry about me,
I'll be fine.
No?
Nothing?
Fine!
Okay.
(Grunting)
What happened?
What happened?
It was an accident.
(Sobbing)
Accident?
Well, you did this?
You fuckin' did this?
You?
How can you do this?
What happened?
Some of your friends
are already dead.
It doesn't have to be like this
for everybody.
What happened?
Look at me.
Look at me.
(Kim grunts)
- (Thumping)
- (Kim grunting)
- (Sighing)
- ELLIE: Oh my God.
- (Sighing)
- I can't get it in.
ODDBOD:
Ellie.
Oh God.
ODDBOD:
Just find... make something.
Okay, just shut up, okay?
(Sniffling)
(Grunting)
Who was it?
Who did it?
(Grunting)
It was Ellie.
Ellie?
Ellie?
The... the fuckin' dead girl?
Yeah.
Yeah.
The fuckin' dead girl.
The fuckin'... the fuckin'...
the fuckin' dead girl?
The fuckin'...
the fuckin' dead girl
killed my fuckin'
brother-in-law.
The fuckin'...
fuckin' dead girl,
a fuckin' slag, fuckin'...
Shoot that fuckin' cunt.
(Taking deep breaths)
(♪♪♪)
Oh!
Well, it's about fucking time!
Hey, just...
Just let it go.
(Sobs)
Okay, I get it.
Kim, I fucked up.
No.
MARSHALL:
I fucked up real bad.
I never meant
for any of this to happen.
And we just wanna go home.
So just let it go.
Kim.
Kim...
Come on, Kim.
Let's go, come on.
Come, forget it.
- (Gunshot)
- (Grunting)
(Gasping)
Oi, where you goin'?
Fun's just starting.
(Gunshot)
(Gunshots)
(Sobbing)
Nothing personal, kid.
(♪♪♪)
Okay, I've done it.
It's... it's done.
(Taking deep breaths)
- Shit, run!
- Run!
Oh, run!
- No!
- (Explosion)
Kim, come on!
Let's go.
Kim.
(Taking deep breaths)
Fuckin'...
Get in there
and kill those fucking cunts!
Louis, make sure
don't fuck out this time.
And you,
you see that martial artist?
Kill him fucking twice!
CHILEMBA:
Louis, you go around the back.
The rest of you lot with me
and don't fuck it up this time.
Keep up.
(♪♪♪)
Alright, listen here, dickheads.
Stop fuckin' about.
We're gonna go up there,
find these fucks,
and bust some fuckin' heads.
(Whirring)
(Explosion)
Yeah, let's go.
Come on.
(Squeaking)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Clunking)
Well, after you.
(Takes a deep breath)
(Grunting)
Come on.
Why the fuck
am I leadin' the way?
Get up here, you lazy slugs!
Fuck's sake!
I broke this,
if you can make it work.
Yeah, easy.
(Taking deep breaths)
O'HARA:
Well, well, well.
If it isn't
now what's his fucking face
from that piece of shit film
I once watched.
(Laughing)
Kung fu cunt himself
and his pissy little
tea-makin' sidekick.
- (Explosion)
- Oh!
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD: I think probably
11th just blew up.
I bloody noticed.
(Taking deep breaths)
- (Grunting)
- What the fuck.
(Grunting)
Fuckin'... fuckin' twice.
Fuckin' twice!
Oh, I need a new fuckin' job.
I'm going back to selling cars.
(♪♪♪)
DONNIE:
We wait here.
Ellie and Oddbod,
they're on their way.
(Sighing)
I should have helped Marshall.
I'm sorry.
Ellie and Oddbod
will come find us here.
We'll get Harper
and I'll punch our way out.
Marshall's plan.
(Taking deep breaths)
It's gonna be fine,
we'll be fine.
(Grunts)
(♪♪♪)
So you're the one
who killed Jen.
I got something for you.
And what's that?
(Snorting)
(Grunting)
CHILEMBA:
Come on.
What have you got for me?
A French kiss, you motherfucker.
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
Sneaky, motherfuckers.
- (Grunts)
- (O'Hara scoffs)
Hello.
At least,
something can go right, eh?
I can see it now,
your gravestone.
I'll have it read,
"She didn't stand a chance."
Yeah, but I'll,
to organize, that
may implicate me a little bit,
but oh, who gives a shit?
It's all about posterity,
isn't it?
Shit, mate.
You're about to be buried
under 100 metric tonnes
of shitty building rubble.
That's fuck all you can do
about it.
(Chuckles)
But don't worry,
I'll do a little prayer for you.
(Spritzing)
(Screaming)
- Fuck!
- (Yelling)
(Gunshot)
God, fuck!
Oh f...
(Screaming)
Jesus Christ!
(Taking deep breaths)
You, alright?
Yeah.
(Taking deep breaths)
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
Hey, you alright, Kim.
It's okay.
It's okay.
(Taking deep breaths)
ODDBOD:
Where's Donnie?
Where's Donnie?
Where is he?
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Grunting)
Come on, tough guy.
Get up.
(Grunting)
I said, "Get up, tough guy."
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
ODDBOD:
Hey!
(Grunting)
(Thumping)
(Grunting)
(Explosion)
(Grunting)
Oddie, we've got to go.
Come on.
(Whirring)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Sighs)
I can't, I'm sorry.
(Sighs)
I can't leave, Jen.
Not like this.
They uh... actually, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go back and get her,
so um...
You're gonna carry her
over that wrist?
I'll be fine.
I'll come with you.
Me, too.
ELLIE:
I'll go get Marshall.
HARPER:
Yeah.
(Sniffles)
(♪♪♪)
Harper, come help me move him.
(Sniffles)
(♪♪♪)
(Whispering)
Oddie, someone's comin' up.
They've got a gun.
It's not working.
(Grunting)
(Gunshot)
(♪♪♪)
(Kim grunting)
(Cocking)
(Gunshot)
(Donnie grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
TARKER: Oh, you bastards,
let's be havin' you.
(Grunting)
Your kung fu sucks.
(Fires)
(Grunting)
(♪♪♪)
(Gunshot)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
(Presses trigger)
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
(Taking deep breaths)
Got your names,
got your numbers.
Game's not over, cunts.
Oh, schoolboy error.
(Taking deep breaths)
She's in, they're in, go.
Shut it, let's go.
Come on, go, go, go.
(Grunting)
(Engine whirring)
- (Grunts)
- (Fires)
Bollocks.
(Explosion in distance)
- (Smashing)
- (Screaming)
(Explosion)
(♪♪♪)
ODDBOD:
Jesus.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
(♪♪♪)
(Popping)
(♪♪♪)
(Sobbing)
(♪♪♪)
(Explosion)
♪ The 7-car pile-up
has been cleaned away ♪
♪ And the suicidal
channel swimmer anchors away ♪
♪ And the diver
from the Dover cliffs ♪
♪ Is on the ropes ♪
♪ And the rope is still hangin'
on St. Katherine's Docks ♪
(♪♪♪)
♪ The gun smoke poke
in the feather pillow ♪
♪ And the empty pill bottle
and the dry swallow ♪
♪ And the fuming
at the garage hosepipe ban ♪
♪ And the cutthroat,
red-coat claret fan ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
♪ Come what may ♪
♪ For everyone that stays ♪
♪ Another will find a way ♪
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)
(♪♪♪)