Out of Season (2004) - full transcript

There's too much here.

Whatever next, an honest man!

That's your bonus.

Thanks.

I've always been here, you know?

I think he needs a sideline.

Have you been to Ireland?

I've never been anywhere.

Well, um, you know, in Ireland,

the pubs are always like
something else as well,

like, a butchers
or hairdressers--



The fucking roller coaster
is driving me crazy.

Now, what the hell
is it going around for, anyway?

It's reopening
and they have to test it.

They're testing it, for what?

It's opening again
after the accident,

they have to make sure
that it's safe.

What's funny about that?

She knows.

Tell him.

Nothing's safe out of season.

What do you mean?

She means we all go
a little crazy.

That's what she means.

So this is a gravity ride,



which means that once we get
to the top of the first hill,

our journey is in the hands
of Mr. Isaac Newton.

I think he was a sir.

Oh, really? I didn't
even know he was dead.

Isn't this cozy?

So this is
my super-secret tree house.

Emergency stop.

So at least I gave you something
to remember about it.

A little excitement.

Oh, no.

I thought you'd be
long gone by now.

Um...

Look, I need a job.

Anything will do.

That's a dangerous thing to say
in this town.

Somebody might take it
as your word.

I have nothing 'till Christmas.

I think you should show him
some excitement.

Why?

Because that's what he likes.

And I like him,

and I want him to stay.

Look, I've done my bit.

You wanna keep him here
as your plaything, fine.

Do it yourself.

What if I had more money?

But you don't.

So,

what do you have?

I've been with the bank
a long time, Michael,

and I've never had to talk
to you or your father

about your repayments.

Fact is,

the powers that be are
getting a little bit nervous.

There's no need.

Well,

that isn't exactly
how they see it.

What they see is 60 acres
of prime commercial land

they can foreclose on.

I can hold them at bay,

but not much longer.

There's no more
until we reopen the coaster.

That'll do nicely.

You know what
your problem is, Michael,

you don't mind me saying so?

That wife of yours.

She's hemorrhaging your money.

Women, can't live with them,

can't kill them.

Time flies when
you're having fun, huh?

There's someone I think
you should meet.

He's kind of a weird character,

lives in a hotel.

That's where you can find him,

either there or in church.

You're putting something in

or taking something out?

Neither, I was just
looking at this.

You're Simeon, right?

Come on.

We can't talk business
in the Lord's house.

So... Kelly tells me
you're looking for work.

Yeah.

I know everything's done.

Mm-hmm, that's tough.

But, you know,
ever since I was an altar boy,

I've loved the taste
of communion and alcohol.

To me, they're like genius
and madness,

so far apart
and practically the same thing.

Look, Pierre, here's the deal,

I can give you some work.

Pocket money kinda stuff,

get you through
the winter, though.

What kind of jobs?

-Why do you ask?
-Well, are they legal?

Are you bothered?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On what they pay.

What's your price, Pierre?

How much would it take
for you to steal, huh?

To break a man's legs?

To kill someone?

You'll be a lookout for me,
that's all.

Relax, I'm just...

...having a little bit of fun.

I'll pay you 100, 100 a job.

Why are you helping me?

Your cause appeals
to my charitable nature.

And Kelly's a friend.

Here...

...something
for the collection basket.

So what do I do?

Just keep watch

while I load up
Hopalong stock delivery.

Go home in about an hour.

Hey!

Thieves are one thing,

but fucking vandals
I really hate.

About to be beaten
with my own hammer?

That's outrageous.
Send it over here.

Send it over here now!

Don't you burglars
have your own weapons?

I'm not a burglar.

You're a little early

for the milkman, son.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

Well, I'm sure you are sorry.

The question is

would you be sorry
if I hadn't caught you?

Yeah, I don't know.

You've been in the bar.

-What's your name?
-Pierre.

Pierre.

Well, that's a talking point
straight away.

-Pierre?
-Look, it's just a name, okay?

that's where you're wrong.

My name, Harry,

that's just a name.

But Pierre?

Pierre is a statement.

So what were you looking for?

- Money.
- Aren't we all?

You ever been to jail, Pierre?

No.

Well, I have.

I don't think
you're gonna like it there.

It eats away at your soul
being on the inside looking out,

and one day...

...you have no soul left.

Please.

No.

Don't.

Whatever I tell you from now on,

just remember this, Pierre,

a loaded gun
will ruin your life.

And quite probably,
someone else's.

Can I go now?

In a minute.

As soon as I think you know

everything you did wrong.

Stealing from you was wrong.

Wrong.

Standing in the street light
was wrong.

Working with a clumsy dickhead
that thinks stealing

a couple of cases of whiskey
from my back shed

is a big deal, is very wrong.

Breaking glass, noisy.

Therefore, very wrong.

Having a weapon that you're
not prepared to use, wrong.

Drinking on the job, wrong.

Not noticing that I've turned
on the flashing lights

so I, the man with a gun,
could see you better, wrong.

Leaving your filthy
prints everywhere, huh?

That's wrong, wrong
and wrong again.

It's a home shopping
catalogue of errors, Pierre.

In fact, trying to steal
is the only thing

you got fucking right.

Now, come on.

Huh?

Glory days of
American craftsmanship,

1969 Cadillac Deville,

six point two liters of heaven.

Let's take it for a spin.

I can't drive anymore.

This lump of meat they call
a leg can't work the pedals.

Where are we going?

Just enjoy the ride, Pierre.

It's a Magical Mystery Tour.

You're a lousy thief, Pierre.

You don't have the heart.

Look, what exactly
do you want from me?

I wanna help you.

Yeah, well, let me go.

That'll help me just fine.

Well, I can't do that, Pierre,

because I've let too many
things go in my time.

So, what happens now?

What happens now?

I teach you.

And what are you gonna teach me?

I'm gonna teach you
how to steal, Pierre.

In the winter,
people hate this place.

But where I come from, they'd
cut off their arm to live here.

I'm alive here, you know that.

This is my home.

This is my home.

A cigarette?

-Yeah.
-No.

You can buy your own,
now that you've found a job.

Coincidence, isn't it?

You finding work
in Harry's bar after we--

Yeah, yeah,
I was thinking that myself.

So what? You don't need
my help anymore?

No, but I wanna thank--

You know what, Pierre?

I don't believe you.

There are no jobs here,
and Barlow and his fucking bar

are dying
on their feet, so let me
tell you this, sunshine,

if you have any bright ideas

about getting
into my line of work,

you better think again.

Otherwise, you'll find
yourself laid off

pretty fucking quickly.

I don't know how you're doing
this, depressing little cell.

It suits me here.

No mortgage, no cleaning.

Look where that stuff got you.

If I want a conversation
with you, I'll pay for it.

How about if I pay you?

Don't be stupid.

I'm serious.

All right.

What do you say to him
when you are here?

I don't gotta tell him anything.

Next question.

Don't you dream of
a life away from him?

I don't dream much.

You, uh...

You've got
the life insurance?

I do.

Then I have a suggestion.

Which is?

Ah, now you're asking
the questions.

What do you suggest?

Kill him.

You're a fucking idiot.

How?

It will take careful planning.

And we need to talk
to the financiers of it all.

Start talking.

Ten thousand cash up front.

That's a lot of money.

Fucking hell, lady!

It is a lot of money
if you find it in the street.

Are you trying to tell me
that it's too much money

to snuff out a God-given life?

There's just one condition.

I wanna look at his eyes
when he dies.

I suppose that means it's
too late for marriage guidance.

What's the question?

No question.

That's a tip.

I wanna look at his eyes
when he dies.

I was a ghost.

I was the greatest
jewel thief in Chicago.

I worked for the families.

Nothing got lifted
without their permission.

And when it did,

it was me.

I did the lifting.

So how come you ended up here?

I took a bullet on the job.

I had an early retirement
on medical grounds.

My testimonial year.

Testimonial?

After a period
of loyal service, um,

a family would let you go out
and do some for yourself,

but, uh, this ended that.

But I'll tell you, son...

...there's not a night
since that I haven't, uh,

looked down into the darkness,

and dreamed about going out
one more time.

So now I do it for you?

No, no, no.

We do it together.

I'm the brain, you're the body.

You really think I can do it?

Yeah, with my help.

Just one job?

Just one.

And no one gets hurt?

Any sign of that, we stop.

If we're gonna do this...

...there's something I need.

What?

I'm gonna need a really
cool nickname.

Time to get up
and start the day.

I was working late.

Ooh, overtime. Lucky boy.

You know, I've been thinking,
maybe I ought to keep hold

of your wages for you.

You know, for safety's sake.

We'll just think about it.
I mean, how much do you earn?

Well, we haven't discussed
my salary yet.

I don't think that you're being
entirely frank with me, Pierre.

Well, my job comes
with hidden benefits.

Oh, you mean
like airline stewardesses

get to travel
the world for free,

and people who work
in chocolate factories

get to eat anything they want?

I'll find out.

Yes, I think you probably will.

Five lever Mortice,

most common
household lock available,

still one of the toughest.

You pick that lock blindfolded,

and you're pretty close
to being ready.

Of course everyone thinks
the most difficult part

is getting in, but

getting out
is far more important.

* Gotta make time

I think we'll just work
on getting in, shall we?

You know, locks are like women,

there's not one of them
the same,

and not all of them
are worth getting into.

You gotta be gentle,
you gotta be patient.

If you pick the right one...

* And when it
comes down to opinion *

...rewards will last a lifetime.

* Exactly where I stand

We're only after one thing.

-Cash, right?
-Jewelry,

but always leave
the wedding rings.

Mr. and Mrs. Greedy will be
more than happy to overclaim

on their insurance policy.

*

We go 50/50.

And everything you steal, son,
that's your wages.

Well, I accept.

Let's shake on that.

Ugh.

* Gotta make time, Lord

Stop there, nothing more.

* 'Cause when I hit the groove
I get the feeling *

It's a filthy habit and they can
smell you coming a mile away.

* You're trying to swallow up
all your dad's pills *

* But they won't set you free

* It's a letdown

* And I'm the only man here
can do that, dear *

* Come see and you'll believe

That's fantastic.

* You see, a man's gotta know
his limitations *

* You take it just so far

You watch the house
for 20 minutes.

Any sign of life,
any sign at all,

you start again.

You never ever move.

* So c'mon now, it's alright

* People waste time
Gotta make time, Lord *

* People waste time
Gotta make time, Lord *

* 'Cause when I hit the groove
I get the feeling *

* I stand up
and I show I'm self-believing *

Hey. Hi sweetheart.

You know how to brighten up
a dull day.

You okay?

I need my pocket money, Daddy.

Well, call the bank,
maybe your monthly payment
didn't come through.

No, it came through.
I just need some more.

Okay.

This is all I have.

That'll do.

This is the address
where I'm staying with a friend.

You can write me with more
when you have it.

Kelly.

I love you.

You know that, don't you?

You wanna know what I know?

I hate her.

And from the moment
you chose her over me,

I've hated you too.

Is that what they call
blood money?

What are you doing here?

Going straight,
looking for work.

Speaking of which,
how's your little plaything?

He's fine.

As a matter of fact,
I'd say you have a rival.

Professionally or personally?

Don't flatter yourself, loser.

What the fuck?

Oh yeah, right,
just make yourself at home.

Hello, do I know you?

Yes, you do.

We're related by marriage.

What?

I'm fucking your wife.

* Love, love and devotion

* Love and devotion

Alone at last.

You've been ignoring me.

Yeah, well, I've been busy here.

A man too busy for love, Pierre,

is a man who has
lost his way in life.

Dirty glasses.

You must be Hopalong Harry,
burglar by proxy.

You fucking told her?

Of course he told me, Harry.

True love knows no secrets.

She's my friend.

Fuck her.

I am his accomplice.

And I've been supplementing
your lessons

with a little extra homework.

And I find that very exciting.

My fucking God.

I think he's jealous.

* Love and devotion

There's just one condition...

I wanna look at his eyes
when he dies.

Obviously, this is
distressing news,

but I believe in presenting
a potential client

with a solution
rather than a problem.

You need a painless
and inexpensive divorce.

This is the evidence
you need to get it.

What's inexpensive?

Ten grand.

I'll have to get back to you.

You know you'll
have to get rid of her.

- Why?
- Why?

Because women are
a distraction, son.

You know,
that might be a problem

if I was still learning.

But I'm not, I'm ready.

You're nowhere near ready.

Burglary is an art form.

It takes total dedication.

What do you think I've been
doing these last two weeks?

I mean, how many fucking locks
do I have to pick?

As many as I tell you to.

You think you're ready
after a couple of weeks?

You're ready to mug
old ladies, yes.

You're ready to hold up
liquor stores, maybe.

But to burgle?

I don't think so.

It took me ten years
to get to the top.

Yeah, and one second
to get crippled for life.

It was an accident.

Right. So you can never
be fully prepared, can you?

I don't want anyone to get hurt.

Look, Harry...

...you know, this is--
this is getting exciting.

Tie it tight.

Is it tight enough for you?

Come on.

Wait for the cripple.

Don't worry, son.

Like all great art,
it's 99% preparation.

And 1% perspiration.

No, you see,
it's just a trial run.

I get in, get out,

take nothing.

What a waste.

Oh well, I've packed
everything for you, anyway.

Rope, glass cutter,
flashlight, tools,

and that funny sucker thing.

Have a nice day
at the office, dear.

You point this at someone,

they'll do what you say.

Can I get you a mercy bullet?

You put this in,
there'll be an emergency.

You are a burglar, Pierre.

You're not a murderer.

When you're sure
it's safe, get rest.

Scratches means there's a dog.

No scratches, it doesn't
mean there isn't one.

If there's an alarm,
there'll be a box.

The internal sensors are usually
six feet or higher

on the vertical angle
of the walls.

At any sign of an alarm,
go up.

They never were in the bedrooms.

Oh, know your enemy.

Do a head count.

Whatever you do, son,
stay in control.

This is the most exciting thing
I've ever done, Harry.

I have to be honest,

but for one of us
stealing from--

I mean, this is what
life's all about, isn't it?

Taking risks.

No, it's about not taking them.

So when do we do it for real?

She's gonna get down there.

Who?

Whoever has anything
worth stealing from

in this place.

What are you looking for,
Pierre?

I'm just looking for the chance

to really live life
before I die.

Just to feel energy and
some purpose, some desire.

Just to-- just to feel anything
which really tells me I'm alive.

Well, I meant what were
you looking forward to steal?

Um, diamonds,

jewels, maybe some cash,

you know, the usual suspects.

Mm-hmm.

And Harry can help you
with that part.

Not with that part, no.

So I guess he doesn't have
all the answers after all.

Man, God,
don't you just love him?

You know,

I might be able to help you
after all.

How?

I might just know somebody.

And who might that be?

Well, if I told you,

then you'd be choosing me
over Harry, wouldn't you?

Okay.

Who?

My daddy.

Get out of my room.

Why do you bother
coming back here?

I told you I'm gonna keep coming
back until I get what's mine.

You've had all that's yours,

and more.

Let's call a truce in this war.

You've bled me dry.

Not half as much as
I'd like to bleed you.

Well, maybe you'll
get your chance.

Well, maybe I will.

What the fuck!

So what have you been up to,

-Pierre?
-Get the fuck off me!

How have you been feeling
the long winter hours?

Anything exciting
been happening to you?

No.

That's not what I hear.

Let me tell you
a parable, Pierre.

This little piggy
went to market,

this little piggy
stayed at home,

this little piggy
had roast beef,

and this little piggy had none,

and this little piggy...

This little piggy
is you, Pierre.

This little piggy went

all the way home.

And you best
go home too, Pierre.

Or next time,
I'll break your fucking neck.

You didn't have to hurt him.

I know I didn't,

but I wanted to.

Besides, how am I supposed
to know what he's up to

if you don't visit me anymore?

He's not up to anything.

Yeah, but now he is.

You're a pig.

Thanks.

You like him, don't you?

Maybe.

What is the attraction?

What is the alternative?

You stick with
the Wicked Witch of the West.

That's not the way to speak
of your mother.

Hey, my mother died
20 years ago.

That woman is no more
related to me than you are.

Oh, my fucking heart, please.
Are you finished?

No, I'm not finished.

I want you to get back
the stuff you stole.

Otherwise, I go to the cops.

A bit of a problem
talking to the cops

with your lipstick stamp.

Then again...

...I'd say you'll still be
able to talk okay.

You can have half of his money.

I already have.

So Fraser, I-- I've looked
at the figures myself,

but I thought I should then
run them by you.

What-- what it boils down to

is that I need
to borrow $10,000.

Say what?

I need to borrow $10,000.

Can I ask why?

Yeah.

But you won't tell me.

That's right.

Well, Michael,

I'm afraid you no longer
have any credit with this bank.

However,

I could offer you a,
uh, personal loan.

In fact, let me rephrase that.

I could offer you
a personal investment.

I'll give you 10,000, Michael.

In exchange for what?

Ten percent of the park.

But this park has been
in my family for,

for 100 years.

Better 90% than no percent.

Can you hold off the bank
for another year?

It's my bank.

Draw up the papers.

Skipping stones, reminds me
of when I was a kid.

You ever skipped stones
with your dad?

What are we doing here, Harry?

Well, I thought we'd take
a day off, you know.

Give us a chance to do...

...something different together.

I don't wanna do
something different.

I wanna-- I wanna keep working.

Well, fine, we're here.

Skip some stones with me.
Relax. Come on.

What?

You heard me.

Skip a stone.

Well, what's wrong
with your throwing?

Nothing.

Well, then give it another shot.

Oh son, that's not nothing.

That's definitely something.

A burglar's hands are his
most important tool, Pierre.

It's fine.

Well, if it's fine,

then-- then skip a stone for me.

You were trying
to hide that from me.

I am your teacher.

I am your partner,

and you try to hide
that from me?

No, we better call this off
before you get hurt

or I get hurt,
I mean really hurt.

You know, I'm giving you
the choice to do something.

It's something you want.
You just gonna turn your back?

What are you, are you
a coward now, Harry?

Yeah, you're scared,
but so am I.

No.

Now, I'm not gonna
end up like you.

Yeah, I'm gonna do it.

So what about it, Harry?
You're just gonna walk away?

You may talk the talk,

but you can't walk
the fucking walk, can you?

Fuck you!

There's a storm coming.

Seems fine to me.

Well, something in the air.

It may not happen
for a week or two,

but it'll definitely happen.

You know, all those people
who come here,

waves and waves of them,

and we think we're so much
better than they are.

But when the season's over,

and they go back
to their squalid little lives,

we're the ones
who are left to face reality.

So we close up,

and we go a little bit crazy.

Trying to get through
another winter.

Sometimes we look for someone

or something to help us...

...pass the time.

You mean me?

Mm-hmm.

But somehow, you're different.

How am I different, Kelly?

I don't know.

Maybe I love you.

Maybe that's it.

I've never really loved
anyone before,

so I don't really know,
but I think...

I think maybe that's it.

I paid Simeon to steal
your things

to keep you here.

He took half your money, but the
rest of it is still all here.

So now you don't need
to steal anymore.

Sometimes what you need,

and what you want
are different things.

Once upon a time,

there was a low-life petty thief
called Harry Barlow,

and Harry was nothing special.

Harry robbed old ladies,
parked cars.

He was a ghost.

No, I'm afraid not.

I did two years of the ghost.

He was dying,

but he taught me
everything that I'll ever know.

Why are you telling me this?

Because it's fucking important.

Truth be told,
Harry was a coward.

He used a gun
in whatever job he went on.

You wanna know the only time...

...that that gun
was ever fired, Pierre?

The only time the fucking gun
was even loaded?

It was two weeks
after I got out,

I'd sworn to Molly,
there'd only be one more job,

and it'd be a big one.

And we'd be set for life.

I knew it was against
all the rules,

but you gotta understand
I was way out of my depth.

I was fucking terrified.

And I swear,

that I turned away...

...for maybe three seconds.

The bullet took out my knee.

I couldn't do anything
but lay there...

...looking at him,

thinking how beautiful
he looked.

Every moment

of every day in my life since...

...I've been in that room
looking at him.

If he were still alive,

I think he'd be
a lot like you, Pierre.

I'm sorry, I--

You know, there's one more thing
I have to teach you, Pierre.

There's no such thing
as a happy ending.

Make it look like a robbery.

When he's tied up,
you can give him the last rites,

then I'll kill him.

Make it two weeks from today.

Why?

Coaster reopens,

there'll be cash in the safe.

And one more thing,

I want you both in the same room

where I can see you.

I haven't slept with him
for years.

And why?

Men will fuck anything.

So the roller coaster
reopens two weeks from today.

There'll be cash in the safe
as well as jewelry.

And you know the combination?

I might.

Write it down for me.

I might.

It'll be two weeks today.

Jesus, you scared me.

You love all this cloak
and dagger stuff, don't you?

You're looking at a lot more
dagger than cloak, my friend.

Have you made up your mind?

Tell me your plan.

Tell me I can have my ten grand.

You can have your ten grand.

She wants it
to look like a robbery.

After she's lured you
into her web,

and the two of you have
reconciled as true lovers do,

I break in and I cut your throat

then I tie her up,

and I'm history.

But you obviously
have other ideas.

Obviously.

I'll tie you loose

so you can slip the knots.

If my money is in the safe,

then you can have the tape.

Why do we have to
go through all this?

Why don't I just
give you the ten grand,

and you give me the tape?

I'm greedy.

I know what's in the safe

and I want what's in the safe.

We, uh...

...we could even
slap her around a bit.

That won't be necessary.

Please yourself, but she likes
that kind of thing, you know?

No,

you don't, do you?

Let me just tell you one thing

that if I come to
any harm whatsoever,

I will be mailing a letter
to the only person I trust

to be opened in the event
of any injury I suffer,

and it will name you
as being responsible.

The plot thickens.

Indeed, it does.

...murderers and the immoral,

and those who practice
witchcraft,

and idol worshipers,
and all liars,

their doom is in the lake that
burns with fire and Sulphur.

These are my friends.

Don't you trust me?

Five thousand dollars.

We agreed ten.

We didn't agree anything.

You'll get the rest
when the job is done.

Thy will be done.

It always is.

Now as they say...

...business before pleasure.

Is this working?

Um, Mr. Mayor,

ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for coming out
on such a cold night.

Uh, you know,
when my great grandfather

opened his first ride
here in 1910,

he had no idea that it would
blossom into the great park

that we see here today.

Um, now after a short,

unfortunate interlude,

um, I am delighted
that we can reopen

our feature attraction

here tonight
in such grand style.

So, if one of you
would care to...

Ta-da!

And then now, I'd like to ask
my daughter, Kelly Phillips,

to perform our simple ceremony.

Gosh, you guys all look
so small down there.

And the way you're looking up
at me like your queen

really makes me laugh.

Anyway, before we go, I do have
one final duty to perform.

And that is to declare
this shit heap of a ride

in this shithole
of a town, open.

* Thy was the sunrise

* Lighting the sky

* Casting its shadows near

* And on this morning

* Bright though it be

* I feel those shadows near me

* But you are always

* Close to me

* Following all my ways

* May I be always

* Close to you

* Following all your ways

* Lord

* I watch the sunlight

* Shine through the clouds

* Warming the earth below

* And at the mid-day

* Life seems to say

* I feel your brightness
near me *

* For you are always

* Close to me

* Following all my ways

* May I be always

* Close to you

* Following all your ways

* Lord

* I watch the sunset

* Fading away

* Lighting the clouds
with sleep *

* And as the evening

* Closes its eyes

* I feel your presence near me

* For you are always

* Close to me

* Following all my ways

* May I be always

* Close to you

* Following all your ways

* Lord

- Have you got the tape?
- Back off!

Do you want me to tie him up?

It doesn't feel right,
something's wrong.

I can't believe this.

He sent someone else.

What did I expect?

You pay with peanuts,
you get monkeys.

Will you shut up? You
double-crossing murderous bitch.

What are you doing?

-The fuck are you doing?
-Oh!

Get down on the floor!

-Nothing will happen, okay?
-Don't.

Get over there.
You stay over there.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

I cha-- I changed my mind,

just take the--

the money and your--

All I want is the jewelry, okay?

Do it.

Kill him.

I don't know what the fuck
is going on here,

but you better keep quiet.

Well, is this a real robbery?

Exciting.

Where is the jewelry?

Son of a bitch!

Okay, come on.

Here.

Come on.

Get down.

That's my engagement ring.

Tell me where the rest is
and you can keep it.

Honestly, I don't know.

Shut up, Michael!

Although I could be lying.

I want you to think real hard,

and when I come back,
I want an answer.

Help me.

Help me.

Help.

No, no, keep your blood--

Tell you, I fucking paid him.

I know you.

You're Kelly's friend, Pierre.

Sorry.

Don't!

What a fucking mess.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Who was here?

Who did this? Who did this?

You did.

Me?

Where's is it?
Where's the letter?

Where's the letter?

I'm really scared, Harry.

What do I do now?

You have to get rid of anything
related to all this.

You come back here,

and...

...take the car and go.

Where?

Anywhere but here, Pierre.

Anywhere but here.

Simeon.

Not now, I'm praying.

It's important.

So is this.

So is fucking this!

Where did you get that?

-I just need some money.
-Where did you get it?

It's Harry Barlow's.

He said it belonged to his wife.

He, he gave it to me
to get some money,

but I'm leaving tonight
so I don't have the time.

It's worth more than this.

It's a fake. It's worth 1/10.
Now fuck off.

The money's for the information.

Are you still here?

We're closed.

* Put your sweet lips
a little closer *

We are now.

* Let's pretend that we're
together all alone *

What the fuck do you want?

Shoot me! Yeah, right.

* Turn your jukebox
way down low *

Don't be greedy, Harry.

There was 15 grand in that safe
and I want it.

Where's the money, Harry?

Take it. It's in the till.

* He'll have to go

* Whisper to me

I tell you what, Harry,

you gonna check
the fucking till.

* Though love is blind,
make up your mind *

* I've got to know

* Should I hang up
or will you tell him *

* He'll have to go?

* You can't say the words

This place's
a fucking mess, Harry.

And you expect me
to find anything!

* Answer yes or no

Dou you know
what you need, Harry?

You need a woman's touch.

Oh, I forgot,

your old lady decided to end it

on the garage, didn't she?

Where's it?

Where is it, Harry?

* He'll have to

Harry!

* Go

Harry!

Your last chance, Harry.

Was it maybe you in your house?

Or was it somebody else?

Me.

It was me.

Okay. Okay.

Je m'appelle, Pierre.

What do you suggest?

Kill him.

You're a fucking idiot.

Do you think that was
a sign from God, Harry?

Or maybe I just
went through a wire?

I know what you are, Harry.

You're a fucking
stupid murderer,

and I know,

and I know,

I know you're hiding
something from me.

But I absolve you.

I absolve you
in the name of the Father

and of the Son
and of the Holy Ghost,

Amen.

No!

Get him out!

When this is all over,
you have to go.

We have to go.

No, I can't go
with you now, Pierre.

I have stay here.
I have to go to play
the grieving daughter.

Otherwise,
they'll come looking for us.

-Oh my God!
-Shit!

Shit!

I thought he was dead.

No, no, no, no!

I can't do this, Kelly.

There's no other way.

Help me, Pierre.

No!

-Help me!
-Let's not do this,
Kelly, please.

It's too late.

And you have to take
the responsibility

for your actions, Pierre.

* What's in a name?

* I wanted to know

* We've nothing to chance

* Got nothing to lose

* I lost all my words

* And everything changed

* Show me

Kelly, my darling,

I'm so sorry that you find
yourself reading this letter.

* Show me the way

* Home

* Got all that I want

* It's never enough

* It's haywire

I know you.

You're Kelly's friend, Pierre.

* Once in a while

* You're all that I have

* To feel alive

* Show me the way

* Show me the way home

There's no such thing
as a happy ending.

* Sure looks good, don't it?

* It'll all be sweet won't it?

* And we'll stick around
just to milk it *

* For a while

* For a while

* Sure looks good, don't it?

*