The Owners (2014) - full transcript
The Owners - The Rise and Fall of the Music Industry. Circa 1996, a booming American economy operating during a surplus budget led by President Bill Clinton was in the middle of an unparalleled run of prosperity. The American music industry dominated worldwide album sales with an 82% market share. From 1991 to 2001 America album sales revenue continued to grow by billions of dollars annually before reaching $20,000,000,000 in album sales profits in 2001. The mighty major record label machine was barreling along at an unstoppable pace- fueled by vanity, greed and corruption. Albums sold out at music stores like Tower Records and Virgin Megastore. Record deals were handed out to artist at a rapid pace and record contracts were signed within hours with no experience necessary; but the devil was in the details. Budgets were as enormous as the egos that created them and music executive salaries were just as large. In 1999 Napster was born and by 2001 it was "free music for all". In 2004, to make matters worse, former Attorney General Elliot Spitzer announced the Federal indictments of the BIG FOUR record labels charging them with bribery and corruption. In an arrogant display of label power, the pay-for-play radio payola scandal rocked the already crippled music industry to its core. Along came the iTunes digital music store, which sold its 1 billionth song in 2006. The MP3 replaced the CD as the CD replaced Vinyl before it. U.S physical music sales have plummeted ever since, losing $1.5 billion every year for nine consecutive years. The changing of the guard forced music retail stores who relied on album sales into immediate foreclosures. In 2006 the iconic Tower Records chain stores filed for bankruptcy and permanently closed it's doors. Record labels were equally shaken up because BIG 4 revenues main income derived from album sales. Def Jam Records Executive Shakir Stewart committed suicide as his peers lost their jobs. On October 7th 2011, Jive Records, Arista Records and Clive Davis's J Records closed it's doors indefinitely. A few months later Sony Entertainment sold their iconic flagship building '550 Madison'. And in 2014 Island Def Jam is dismantled and shut down. An era of goliath record labels that launched the iconic careers of Britney Spears, NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Alicia Keys, Whitney Houston, Will Smith, Pink, Avril Lavigne, TLC & Usher are now CLOSED. Music stores along with its music history were obliterated without the full disclosure of the intricate series of events leading up to the massive failure. No other documentary about the story of the rise and fall of the music industry currently exists today. So we ask, who killed the music industry?
♪ Likely all land in cages ♪
♪ Disproportionate wages
and failed life stages ♪
♪ Means I'm enraged
and I'm dangerous ♪
♪ You're going to want
to play this ♪
Oh, man, I've got to get
in the studio with that.
I'm going to kill it.
Yeah, you're a world-beater,
mate, real Ice-T vibe.
Pure fucking East Coast.
West Coast, mate.
-What?
-Ice-T.
Ice-T is West Coast, like NWA,
Eazy-E, all of that.
That's -- That's West Coast.
♪ School is easy ♪
♪ Yeah, what's good, my man ♪
Whatever, mate.
East, West, fucking sky
is the limit.
-This is the shit.
-Ooh.
♪ Once you become famous
as far east ♪
♪ Pain us and shame ♪
♪ My brother,
I'm all set from the way out ♪
♪ No scream or shout ♪
♪ Step up on the trampoline
of working men ♪
♪ No sight,
and he can defend my prospects ♪
MAN: Bye. Drive safely.
You're sure they're out tonight?
Yeah, Dr. Huggins takes
Mrs. Huggins to the track
for dinner every Friday.
They've always done it.
-Got a light?
-Yeah.
Okay.
Mate, I am getting shit-faced.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Problem?
That's Mary.
I was supposed to be at work
half an hour ago.
I need the car back now.
Babe, how did -- how did you
even know we were out here?
-Terry texted me.
-NATHAN: What the fuck?
It's her car, and you weren't
answering the phone,
so I just...
Where were you last night?
I told you it was important.
Oh, check it out.
That is sick, mate.
Sick.
Who the fuck is that, Nathan?
-A mate.
-What mate?
-His mate.
-NATHAN: Yeah.
What are you guys
doing out here, anyway?
Hanging.
Nathan.
-Jesus, babe.
Chill. Chill.
Everything is fine.
Yeah?
I just -- I need the car
for a couple of hours.
I've a bit of business
to take care of, okay?
Swag Wagon.
The fuck is he talking about?
Can I have a fag, babe? Please?
I've given up.
Bollocks.
Eh, given up.
-TERRY: Uh, th-they're leaving.
-Fucking knew it.
Uh, th-th-they're leaving.
-NATHAN: Huh?
-TERRY: They're leaving.
NATHAN: That's it.
Supper time for rich cunts.
Oh, this is it.
This is fucking it.
-About fucking time.
No, Nathan, not the Huggins.
Yeah, let's get ready
for the big time, killer.
Why go fuck everything up?
Don't play stupid.
I'm not spending the rest of
my life in this fucking toilet.
-No way.
-♪ There is no classification ♪
♪ When you can't get up
from down ♪
♪ We're modern groove and soul ♪
♪ And we don't want you around ♪
♪ Corruption -- ♪
Mate, I can't ...
Just fucking get out.
Hey.
Hello?
Listen, the car
is nearly sorted.
Just string him along.
I'll be there soon.
20 minutes.
Like an hour, tops.
Yeah, don't worry.
Thanks.
See? Babe, everything is fine.
Wait there.
Come on.
Keep a lookout, babe.
Come on.
Aah.
Oi, oi, she's going to behave,
right?
She ain't going to
fuck off in our wheels?
Yeah, she's not going
anywhere, man.
-Sweet, that.
-Yeah.
TERRY: Wait up.
-NATHAN: Fucking Terry.
-GAZ: Spaz.
-Gaz.
-Mate.
What did you do that for?
Look, we said there was
going to be no --
Shut up, Terry.
Open fucking sesame.
After you, mate.
Yeah.
Hmm, very nice.
So where is it?
Terry, where's the safe?
-I don't know.
-What?
Alright, sweet tooth.
So we're in the park,
and big man Terry
tells us a story.
Tells us there's a nice
big, old house
and the nice old owners
are going to be out, right?
-Right.
-Tells us there's a safe
with a nice, fat stash of cash
just sitting in it,
and now he tells us he don't
know where the fuck it is?
Well, it could be
in -- in the bedroom
or -- or the doctor's room.
Oh, yeah, or the fucking
broom cupboard.
What's all this, your mom's?
Should tell her a good skivvy
takes better care of her kid.
That's it, Mrs. Mop.
He needs to show some respect.
We can't just wreck --
We said that we wouldn't --
Terry, it is what they
pay you monthly, no?
Well, look at it. It's --
-What's happened to your ear?
-What?
Other ear, Terry, the gay one.
Oh, fuck. I must have lost it.
Oi.
For fuck's sake, mate.
What the --
NATHAN: Shit.
I really fucking hated
this place.
Oi.
She's let herself go, eh?
Yeah, well, I'd like to see you
deal with being ill.
NATHAN: Terry, get your ass
in here, mate.
Ah.
What?
What's down there?
I don't know. What?
Should we have a look?
-A bit of exercise.
-I-I can't. My ankle is --
Alright, it's not going
to fucking fall off. Relax.
-What's he doing up there?
I don't know.
But it doesn't matter.
It's not your fucking house,
Terry.
Do whatever you like.
Move on.
Get down there.
TERRY: Why do I always
get the shit jobs?
Here goes the neighborhood.
Nathan.
Nathan, I found it.
MARY: Come on,
what are you doing?
NATHAN: Oh, can you imagine
how much they've got stashed?
It's there!
Oh, you are going to be able
to buy your own kebab van, mate.
The Huggins are fucking loaded.
-Can you imagine?
-Okeydokey.
What the fuck?
What?
You said it was
an electronic code.
TERRY: Yeah.
Uh, yeah, uh,
that's what my mom said.
-So?
-Really?
Did she tell you what the fuck
I'm supposed to do with this?
What do you mean?
It's a dial lock.
Can you crack a combination?
Of course not.
That makes two of us.
-You can't open it?
-Oh, yeah.
-Top marks, fat boy.
-It can't be that hard.
It's -- It's probably just
a birthday, something like that.
-Piece of shit.
It weren't a Christmas present.
That guy that lent it to me
ain't Santa Claus.
He don't fuck around
when it comes to debts, mate.
I should have known any plan
I had with you in it
was fucked from the start.
It was your idea to come here,
you and him.
-I never wanted --
-Move.
Fuck!
What?
MARY: This is bullshit, Nathan.
I want to go now.
Hold on.
You're the boss.
What's the plan, boss?
TERRY: Look, we've already
been here too long.
We should go.
Anyways, Mary's --
Don't even think about telling
me what to do with my mis--
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Let's keep it civil, ladies.
Mate, you want the tosh, right?
-Yeah.
-Really want it?
Of course I fucking want it.
And these two
withered old cunts
are the ones with
the magic code, right?
Why don't we screw it
out of them?
Yeah, we wait
till they get back.
We scare the shit out of them.
They give us what we want.
Right.
They'll piss
the fucking code out.
-Nice one, mate.
Plenty of time for
the little lady later, right?
MARY: Hello? Nathan?
Hello?
Wanker.
Look, they're going to be
back any minute.
Piece of shit.
The TV doesn't work.
It's for video.
What the fuck is this?
-Oh, bingo.
-Rich cunts.
GAZ: Yeah, disgusting, ain't it?
Fucking fake.
I'm not joking, mate.
How I've spent my whole life
with fuck all.
Watched my dad rot away
with fuck all,
never anything to give my mom.
I know you're not
joking there, mate.
I know.
It's what we're doing.
It's why we're here.
We're taking it back.
It's yours, mate, all yours.
Yeah.
Fuck it, yeah.
Now, don't just stand there,
Benson.
Get us something to eat.
Quality snacks, yeah?
Chip sticks, salami, nuts.
Cunt.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
Nathan!
-MARY: Nathan!
Might need to sort that, mate.
She's getting a bit mouthy.
She's just worried
about her job.
I could drive her and then
bring the car back.
Drive her?
He wants to have a go, eh?
Hey, you dirty pig.
You want to get stuck right in,
pump some of that lard out?
NATHAN: She is going
absolutely nowhere.
We all stay right here
till this is finished.
Too fucking right, mate.
She's not just
going to let us --
-Let us?
-MARY: Nathan!
Terry, she'll do whatever
the fuck I want.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
NATHAN: She's not her sister.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
Babe!
MARY: Can we please go now?
Oh, come in.
You've got to see this.
I have to be at work, Nathan.
Won't take long.
Stop messing with me.
Five minutes,
then we're out of here,
but you've got to see this.
You'll love it.
I promise.
-Come over.
-Five minutes.
Come over.
Come on.
What are you waiting for, babe?
Come on in.
Well, what am I looking at?
NATHAN: Come here, babe.
Nathan, stop.
It's not fucking half bad,
is it?
Nathan, stop.
Yeah.
You won't be needing that shit
for much longer.
We're almost there, babe.
Nathan.
Stop it.
Terry's watching.
NATHAN: Let him.
Come on, perv, work to do.
These lovebirds have got
some sorting out to do.
Have fun, sweethearts.
Fuck's sake.
Oh, yeah.
This the mop?
Forget that slag downstairs.
This one is more your style.
You'd make a lovely couple.
That's Kate.
She was the Huggins' daughter.
She died a long time ago.
Mop.
Definitely here.
No, fuck off, Nathan.
What's wrong?
Is this 'cause of last night?
Hmm?
I'm pregnant.
Pregnant.
Know what that means?
No worries, babe.
We're going to be
fucking loaded.
Plenty to go around, right?
No.
Yeah.
Yeah, I just need
to finish this.
That's right.
Shit.
What the fuck are you doing?
No worries, babe.
Alright?
I've got everything
under control.
-TERRY: Wait.
-GAZ: Shut up, retard.
Right. Put these on.
No way.
GAZ: Yes way, darling.
NATHAN: Come on.
Hey, come on.
Put it on.
Put the stocking on, Mary.
GAZ: No names.
Richard.
GAZ: Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
GAZ: Easy, easy. Alright.
Ellen, Ellen, Ellen!
GAZ: Give me your hands
or I'll break your arms.
Move. Just move.
Sit down.
I'm right here, darling.
-NATHAN: Give me your hands.
-RICHARD: Please.
-Give me your hands.
-She's injured. Please.
Please.
Take everything you want,
but you can't leave her
like this.
I mean, look at her.
She's -- She's injured.
You'll find everything
out there.
Quickly.
GAZ: Granddad takes charge, eh?
Exactly, you don't get to ask
for fuck all.
-Alright?
-I'll sort it out.
-What?
-Yes, you'll find disinfectant
and the bandages are in
the cupboard at the back --
Hey, she's not a fucking retard.
Alright? Shut it.
Fucking who do you
think you are?
What...
Ah.
Here you go.
Drink this.
That's it.
RICHARD: Thank you.
Now, please make sure there are
no splinters in the cut.
MARY: That's it. Hold still.
RICHARD: Good. Now some
disinfectant on the cut.
-This will sting.
-Sting?
Yes, darling.
Like a bee?
Yes, a bit like a bee.
Oh, I like bees.
We keep them in the garden.
MARY: That's it.
NATHAN: Can you hurry up?
We're not spending
the fucking night.
Now tie her up.
NATHAN: Come on.
Sorry.
Alright. Fine. Done.
Okay, so now
we've taken care of her.
Give us what we came for.
There are £300 and a credit card
in my wallet.
Alright.
What else?
In the kitchen there's £1,000
or so in a biscuit tin
-on top of the fridge.
-Alright.
Go and get the money
and put it in a bag.
What's the fucking PIN number?
6193.
NATHAN: 6193.
Alright.
93. Very good.
Hey.
It was locked. Alright?
We can get Gaz's mate --
No fucking names, asshole.
-Sorry, it's just --
-MARY: You've got it.
Right, let's go.
-Is that it?
-Less than 2 grand
You're having a laugh.
You taking a piss,
you horrible old fucker?
Mate, I said, "Is that it?"
This is all you've got?
A doctor, nice big house
like this?
I think someone
is telling porkies.
NATHAN: What about the safe?
Huh?
What about the fucking safe, eh?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
GAZ: He's talking about
the safe, you cunt.
We don't have a safe.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
There is no safe.
NATHAN: Really?
So what about that nice,
big shiny metal door
down in your basement?
What's that, then?
Fucking doll's house?
What are you talking about?
More fucking money.
A lot more.
GAZ: Fuck's sake.
MAN:
RICHARD: You'll regret this.
GAZ: Shut up, you old cunt.
I'm going to get out of here,
Nathan.
-This is fucked.
-I know.
Listen, there is a ton of cash
in that safe.
Okay? You can forget about
working at the home.
Life is going to be changing.
Are you listening to me?
I'm doing this for you, me,
the baby.
This is bullshit, okay?
It's totally fucked.
GAZ: Shit, better than
"EastEnders," this.
Let's do this.
Yeah, business first, yeah?
Sort domestics later.
Give me the combination.
Richard, no.
This won't get you
anywhere but prison.
Go home before things
really get out of hand,
and we'll forget all about it.
Give me the fucking
combination now.
I can't.
Who the fuck do you think
you're dealing with, here?
Eh?
From what I can see,
an ill-mannered lout
on the verge of making
a catastrophic error.
I think somebody didn't get
enough spankings
when he was little.
I'm tempted to agree, darling.
-Ah!
-Oh!
ELLEN: Don't hurt Richard,
my Richard.
Shh, darling.
Shh, do-do-do-don't upset
yourself.
Everything will be fine.
Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson.
We're not animals.
No one is going to hurt
your precious hubby.
Your darling Richard
is safe with us.
To be honest,
it's you I'm more worried about.
My wife doesn't know
the combination.
GAZ: Of course she doesn't,
Richard.
Of course she doesn't.
But I'm asking you.
Leave her alone.
Don't hurt her.
Nathan, fucking stop him.
Hey.
The fuck are you doing?
You can't just...
Alright, mate.
You're the boss.
There we go, mate.
What the fuck am I
supposed to do with that?
You want him to give us
the combination, right?
This is fucking bullshit.
Where are you going?
Hey, hey, come back.
Nice one, mate.
Don't worry, mate.
Daddy's on it.
Mary.
You hiding from Gaz?
Mary, Mary.
Mary, Mary.
Mary.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
Ahh.
A-ha.
Where are you, darling?
You hiding from Gaz?
WOMAN: Emergency services?
-Help.
GAZ: Got you!
-MARY: Leave me alone!
What the fuck?
Nathan, help me!
Don't let him manipulate you.
It's not too late.
You're young.
Don't destroy your futures
for the sake of some thug.
-Listen.
He's an animal.
What's he doing to her?
I think he's doing bad things.
Yes, dear, very bad things.
Hey, shut up. Alright?
Just shut up.
How did you get mixed up
in something like this, Terry?
It's not like you,
all this violence.
Your poor mom, she'll be
so upset, so disappointed.
Terry?
You two were always inseparable.
I can't believe that's changed.
It hasn't changed,
has it, Nathan?
Nathan?
Lover boy not up to keeping you
in line, eh?
You worried about your Nathan
getting mixed up
-in all this shit?
-Fuck off.
He's a big boy, princess.
He don't need no one
to make his decision for him.
Especially
not some fucking psycho.
What, you going to trap him
with a kid
and a quick tumble
every Saturday night?
He's so over you, darling,
it ain't even funny.
We're going to crack that safe
wide-open, nick all their money,
then Nathan is going to leave
you and your shit little brat
to your shit little life
in this shit fucking shithole.
-Nathan!
-No!
Let's keep it down, eh?
RICHARD: I watched you grow up.
I knew your families.
I know what hardships
you've been through.
Things haven't been easy,
but you're good lads,
strong lads,
and you hung in there.
I know what made you.
I know what you're made of,
what you are.
You're not responsible for this.
I can see that clear as day.
It's the other one,
that beast up there.
He's not from here, is he?
A stranger.
Don't let him ruin everything,
your friendship,
your life.
You're worth so much more.
Trust me.
Hey. Shut up.
You're only saying this
because you want to keep
all of your fucking money,
don't you?
He's right, Nathan.
We should just stop it.
Afterwards, it'll be too late.
It just doesn't feel right!
Shut your mouth, or I will
cut your fucking tongue out.
We stick to the plan.
What were you doing up there?
Little miss bitch here
was making a call,
couldn't wait to fuck you over.
-It can't be, Richard.
-Shh.
Shifting up a gear, eh?
About fucking time, people!
-NATHAN: Right.
-Nathan, don't do this.
No more fucking about.
The code.
GAZ: Hey.
What?
Give me the code,
or I cut her finger off.
-The code.
-Don't! Nathan!
Shut it, window licker.
The man's working.
Give me the fucking code,
Richard!
Don't do it.
Think of Mary, the baby.
NATHAN: What the fuck?
GAZ: Don't worry about
my little friend, mate.
You just show these cunts here
what you're made of.
Last chance.
Give it a little twist
when you hit the bone.
Whip it off of the knuckle,
nice and clean.
Do it.
Alright. If it's so easy, yeah,
you fucking do it!
Good, Nathan.
What the fuck?
Oh.
You're mates now,
you and the doctor
and his good lady wife?
-NATHAN: Don't.
-You've got responsibilities.
-NATHAN: Stop it!
-You fucking lollipop.
Who knew you were such
a delicate little bunny?
What's wrong with him, Doc?
Him and special needs
and that silly slag over there?
Something in the water
around here?
Couldn't do nothing for him.
Should have been
put down at birth.
Pitiful.
Cut it off.
-No.
Do it.
Please.
Cut her fucking finger off,
wanker!
Give me the code, please.
Fuck.
What you go and do that for?
Nathan!
MARY: Nathan.
Ah!
Ah, you silly cunt!
Fuck!
Nathan!
GAZ: We could have had
a lot of fun.
Nathan!
Oh, my God!
He's going to bleed to death!
We need to get him upstairs!
Untie me.
Yeah.
I'd like to untie you, Doc.
I'd like you to save lover boy
on the floor over there.
I'd like to walk out of here
leaving you and the missus
tucked up tight in bed
ready for whatever it is
a pair of old skates
like you get up to.
No harm done,
everything forgiven.
Believe me, I'd love that,
really, oi,
drive out of this shithole back
to my penthouse in the big city,
get my cock sucked right through
my asshole before beddy-byes,
put me feet up,
get me head down,
forget all about it over
a nice cup of tea
and a bed full of £50s.
Fucking mint, that'd be.
Get my vote.
But that ain't up to me.
Oh, for fuck's sake, untie him!
GAZ: Okay! Here's how
we're going to play it.
You ready?
You give me the magic numbers,
I'll let you be doctors.
Richard!
MARY: Oh, give him
the fucking numbers.
She's right, you know.
Give me the fucking numbers.
ELLEN: You can't!
Clock's ticking, mate.
-Alright.
-ELLEN: Richard, no.
Everything is going to be fine,
my darling.
The numbers are 17, 1, 19, 22.
There we go!
How hard was it?
Amazing what some greedy
bastards will do
to keep their paws
on a few quid.
GAZ: 17...
-GAZ: ...1...
GAZ: ...19, 22.
Yes.
Um, it's 21, yes, not 22.
21?
Yes. 21.
17, 1, 19, 21.
17, 1, 19, 21?
You sure?
Don't want to change your mind,
confer with the missus?
RICHARD: No. I'm sure.
It was the year
that my Ellen was born.
Okay.
17...
...1...
...19...
21.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear.
Wait a minute.
What -- What are you doing?
No. No, please.
Please, please, don't tie her.
I beg you.
Don't tie her.
-Too late, darling.
-RICHARD: Ellen, don't worry.
Just don't -- don't worry.
No, please!
No, please!
I beg of you.
Ellen, don't worry.
No, you can't! Please!
Oh, no, please!
Please, don't!
No! Ellen!
No! No, not my Ellen!
No!
No!
Fuck's sake!
Who did your electrics,
granddad?
Fucking criminal.
No.
No.
No!
-Now...
-RICHARD: No!
...where were we?
-RICHARD: No!
-No!
Mary, cut me loose, please.
Oh.
You did the right thing, Mary.
You did what you had to do.
MARY: We have to get him
to the hospital.
Terry, help me.
Terry, help me! Come on!
Oh, no.
No one's leaving.
The hospital is 30 miles away.
You know that.
I seriously doubt he could
survive the journey.
I'll treat him while
we wait for help.
But look at him.
Trust me.
I'll take good care of him.
Don't worry.
Terry, I need you to help Mary
take Nathan upstairs.
Can you manage that?
Thank you, Terry.
RICHARD: Come on, darling.
Don't worry.
We'll clean that up later.
One second.
That's it. Nearly there.
Okay, lie back.
-Watch it there.
-Get his legs.
Get his legs.
It's okay. It's okay.
-No stitches.
-I'm sorry.
RICHARD: No, darling,
not this time.
Don't speak. Don't speak.
ELLEN: Treats, Richard?
Of course.
Treats for my brave girl.
Dr. Huggins, please!
Until every sin is reckoned.
You got what you deserve!
-I hope you rot!
-Ellen!
RICHARD: Come, come, dear.
Please forgive my wife.
She's not entirely herself
anymore, and don't worry.
I fully intend
to keep my promise.
Thank you, Dr. Huggins.
Really, what did you expect me
to do, Terry, Mary?
TERRY: It's alright.
He's just getting his things.
It's alright.
Right-o.
No! No!
MARY: Just breathe.
-You're hurting him!
-Be quiet!
MARY: It's okay.
He's just taking it out.
RICHARD: Compression.
MARY: Oh! Oh, Jesus.
Oh, God!
It's okay. It's okay.
RICHARD: The blade snapped off
inside.
MARY: Just look at me.
Look at...
You're hurting him!
It's going to be okay.
RICHARD: Compression.
He's a lucky young man.
The blade has missed
his vital organs.
Yes.
A little work,
he'll make it.
MARY: You hear that?
You're going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
RICHARD: Now, I want you all
to wait outside
because I need space to work.
-Don't -- Don't leave me.
-No, no.
-It's okay.
-Don't leave me.
I'm not going anywhere.
-I'm staying.
-I must insist.
I need peace and quiet
if I'm going to look
after him properly.
TERRY: We should go, yeah?
Let Dr. Huggins
do his work, yeah?
You're going to be okay.
-NATHAN: Don't do it.
-Shh.
TERRY: Come on, Mary.
RICHARD: These are for Ellen,
and, please,
watch over Mrs. Huggins
while I take care of Nathan.
TERRY: Come on, Mrs. Huggins.
-Come on.
-RICHARD: Now don't worry.
I'll patch him up,
call the ambulance.
Go away, then.
Shoo, shoo.
TERRY: Careful.
Watch the glass.
Can I get you anything,
Mrs. Huggins?
Mary, it's okay.
I'm here.
He risked his wife's life
for a fucking security code.
It's going to be okay.
We just got to be strong, yeah?
Come here.
It's alright.
Yeah, Mary? Shh.
Please don't cry.
Shh. It's going to be alright.
You know Dr. Huggins.
It's going to be okay, yeah?
You're beautiful, yeah?
What the fuck are you doing?
Well, we're safe now.
Safe?
What the fuck are you
talking about?
What do you think just happened
in the basement?
Nathan is dying!
How could you drag him
into this shit?
It wasn't me.
It was -- It was Nathan!
And who gave him the idea?
Whose fucking mom works here?
You've always followed Nathan
around like a lost dog,
but you could
never touch him.
You're pathetic.
We should go.
I'm supposed to be
looking after Dr. Huggins --
You'd have just let him die
if I hadn't done what I did.
Don't say that!
It's the truth.
It's what you do, Terry.
You fuck up, and everything
around you turns to shit!
Why else do you think Jane left?
She didn't!
She didn't leave.
Jane left because
you're a fucking nothing.
You're a joke!
She never loved you!
She pitied you,
and then she despised you,
and you drove her away!
You're a fucking retard
who drove my sister away.
We all lost her because of you.
-That's mine!
Dirty.
Mrs. Huggins, I'll do that.
Oh!
Poor Terry.
Come and sit down.
Let me take care of you.
Yeah.
Dr. Huggins!
Yes?
I want to see Nathan.
The wound was much more
serious than I thought.
He should pull through,
but it will take some --
I just gave him something.
The pain was...
He's sleeping like a baby now.
He's going to need
a lot of rest.
Are you sure he's...
RICHARD:
If you just stand back...
Right.
There. Normal.
I assure you,
there's nothing to worry about.
Then why couldn't
I feel anything?
Why is he so cold?
Where's the fucking ambulance?
Oh, it shouldn't be long now,
I expect,
but I'm happy to call them
if this puts your mind at rest.
You stay with him.
RICHARD: Hello!
Richard Huggins. Yes, yes.
I called for an ambulance
a few minutes ago.
Yes.
Can you tell me
how long it will be?
Right you are.
Thank you so very much.
It's on its way.
Shouldn't be long now.
Oh, goodness.
You don't look at all well.
Quite normal to feel this way
after what you've been through
and in your condition.
-I'm okay.
-Oh, no, you're not, my dear.
You're not okay, but never fear.
I've just the thing somewhere.
Got you.
These should buck you up.
Two of these should
do the trick.
Trust me, my dear.
I've dealt with many cases
just like yours --
shock, anxiety, PTSD.
These chaps are most effective.
ELLEN: There.
That didn't hurt, did it?
I told you so.
You're a big brave boy.
Your shoes.
Soon, you won't feel
anything nasty at all.
ELLEN: I've had just about
enough of this, Kate,
dragging goodness knows what
into our house.
I've told you a thousand times,
shoes off at the door!
RICHARD: Ellen!
Come, my dear.
This isn't Kate.
This is Mary,
one of our young guests.
You remember Mary,
Mary and Jane Voller,
the twins from the village.
ELLEN: Mary?
Mary Voller, how she's grown!
What did you give him?
Oh, a perfectly standard
analgesic.
Ellen was my nurse
for many years,
a very efficient nurse,
and a most lovely one, too,
I might add.
Come, my dear.
Let's make our guests
a nice cup of tea.
Oh, haven't we forgotten
something?
Behind you.
Warmer.
Warmer.
Hot.
Red-hot.
On the left.
Oh!
The needles.
I have to put the needles away.
Good girl. And why do we have
to put the needles away?
Because needles are sharp,
and someone could get hurt.
Someone could get hurt.
Bravo, darling.
We can't let
the bloody disease win.
I constantly jog her memory,
give her little challenges,
little goals,
make a game of life.
It's vital.
Whatever it takes
to keep my Ellen with me.
♪ Sweeping with this
great big broom ♪
♪ Sweeping till
it's nice and clean ♪
♪ You would never know it's me ♪
♪ Washing, washing, washing up ♪
We have to get out.
Give me your phone.
What?
Your phone, quick.
Use your own phone.
I-I haven't got it.
Terry!
-What?
-The fucking phone!
We have to call for help!
RICHARD: Are we alright, Terry?
Lovely, Dr. Huggins!
Look, I told you,
I haven't got it.
Yeah?
Hey! What?
MARY: Where is it?
I gave it to Mrs. Huggins.
You can't expect her
to trust us.
And you trust them?
We need to get out of here now!
-Nathan's d--
Tea time!
RICHARD: There we are.
TERRY: Thanks, Dr. Huggins.
RICHARD: There's a good boy.
ELLEN: I'll sit over here.
RICHARD: Lead the way.
ELLEN: Terry?
ELLEN: Tea for Mary.
RICHARD: There.
How is that ankle doing, Terry?
M-Much better.
Thanks, Dr. Huggins.
The injection really helped.
I can hardly feel a thing.
Glad to hear it.
It's a pity you refused my help.
You'd be feeling
much better, too.
Don't you think she looks
a bit peaky?
Not well at all.
No. No, no.
Filthy!
I'll smoke it outside.
RICHARD: I'm sorry,
but I'm sure you understand
I can't allow that.
Please sit here.
Drink your tea and wait
for the ambulance to arrive.
Besides, you must think
about your unborn child.
Smoking can cause
any number of problems,
appalling birth defects,
carcinomas, teratomas,
babies born with their brains
on the outside of their skulls.
I'd like to commend you once
again for your courage, my dear.
What you did wasn't easy,
taking a human life,
and we survived thanks to you.
RICHARD: Oh.
Oh, we really must fumigate
this place again soon.
We're plagued by vermin --
moths, silverfish,
cockroaches,
every sort of pest.
Sit down, Mary.
Drink your tea.
Under the circumstances,
it's hardly polite to refuse.
Come on.
Mary!
When Kate was born
the way she was,
it took everything we had
not to believe that she was,
in some way,
a punishment from God.
Yes, we loved her
and tended her,
and she grew up
into a wonderful girl,
beautiful, sensitive,
a wonderful girl.
We tried to protect her
and educate her
and make sure
she minded her manners
and did what was right.
There were times
when she resisted,
and sometimes
she turned on us,
but we stood firm
and never faltered.
Ellen and I never once
resented the task,
never once despaired.
Come, come, darling.
I -- I am --
I'm such a scatterbrain.
Such a silly, ditzy thing.
Ah, you're my silly,
ditzy thing.
Of course.
The biscuit is for Mary.
Here you go, Mrs. Huggins.
The scrapbook was Ellen's idea.
She keeps it going,
and it's good for her memory.
Such detail, all Ellen's work.
Her very own tribute
to all those lost little souls.
Isn't it extraordinary?
Oh.
Such a terrible loss.
Of course, you both understand.
Ellen, love.
It's hot.
You have to let tea stand
when it's too hot.
Yeah.
Could I have my phone back?
I need to call Nathan's mother.
I'm sorry, my dear.
I don't understand.
Nathan had my phone.
It's not in his pocket.
I know you have it.
If it wasn't for Nathan,
you'd both be dead!
You lied about the ambulance.
You never called.
The phone is broken.
What did you do to him?
Tell me what the fuck
is going on!
Come now, pull yourself
together, Mary.
You're upset.
That's perfectly understandable,
but letting your emotions
get the better of you
won't help anyone.
Drink your tea like a good girl!
Ah!
Open the door!
Mary, come, you're exhausted,
probably in shock.
-Open the door!
-Your hormones are raging.
You can't see the wood
for the trees.
Come now, let's not be silly.
This is not helping anyone.
MARY: Open the fucking door!
Ah, ah!
I don't like to cause you pain,
but you give me no choice!
Someone like that wants
to become a mother.
RICHARD: This behavior
is simply unacceptable!
Children need a proper mommy
and daddy,
not a nasty tramp
like this one!
-MARY: Ah!
-She will soon calm down.
The cupboard always works.
MARY: Ah, let me out!
Let me out!
What the fuck?!
I don't know what's wrong
with her.
-I've never seen her like this.
-MARY: Open the fucking door!
You should be very careful,
Terry.
A girl like that...
MARY: Terry,
don't listen to them!
-...she's a liar...
-MARY: Terry!
...a nasty, dirty parasite,
poison!
MARY: What the fuck
is wrong with you?
-You deserve so much better.
RICHARD: Now, dear, this has all
been a bit too much for you.
-MARY: Let me out!
-Terry will watch her.
Won't you, Terry,
until the ambulance arrives?
-Terry?
-Yes, dear.
I'll be down as soon as Ellen
is in bed.
MARY: Terry, Terry, please!
TERRY: You can trust me,
Mrs. Huggins.
MARY: Terry, let me out, please!
MARY: Terry, don't listen
to them, please!
Let me out!
Terry, let me out!
You're not well.
Dr. Huggins is right,
it's your hormones
or whatever he said.
Oh, just get over it
and let me out!
Don't speak to me like that!
You never speak to Nathan
like that.
He treats you like shit.
I don't even understand
why you're with him.
He just uses you,
and he slags you off.
He doesn't love you.
He's never loved you.
He's dead.
Darling, no, please, stay calm,
please, stay calm.
She needs to be punished.
Of course, darling.
I'll take care of it.
No, no.
I want to take care of it.
Shh, you're retired.
No, she needs
to be punished now.
Shh.
She's been so bad.
She'll ruin everything.
Now I want us to punish her now.
Are you sure, darling?
Yes, yes, yes!
Very well,
if that's what you want.
TERRY: 10 minutes ago, he said
it was going to be okay.
Dr. Huggins killed him!
We've known the Huggins
our whole lives.
-They never --
-Open this fucking door!
MARY: What is wrong with you?
Hurry up!
-Shit.
-MARY: What is it?
She must have given me
a bit too much of the --
MARY: Terry,
what the fuck are you --
The injection, Mrs. Huggins
must have given --
My leg has gone numb!
MARY: Don't you understand?
Terry, get it open!
What the fuck are you doing?
-Terry!
MARY: Terry!
D-Dr. Huggins?
MARY: What the fuck
are you doing?
Stop. D-Dr. Huggins?
MARY: Terry, shut up,
you dumb fuck!
Dr. Huggins?
Don't you fucking get it?
Shut up!
Shut the fuck up,
speaking to me like that!
I'm not shit!
Shit!
I'm not shit.
MARY: I'm sorry.
Listen, we can still
get out of this,
but we've got to be together.
What do you mean, "Together"?
-MARY: I can't do it on my own.
-No, no, no, no, what --
w-w-what do you mean by,
"Together"?
Listen, Terry, now is not
really the time.
It is!
It is the time.
Answer me, please.
What do you mean by, "Together"?
I don't know what...
You mean...
You mean like before,
how we were before?
What?
Before,
when we loved each other.
But -- But you were with --
You.
Only you came, just you.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about us,
house that we were going to get,
remember?
Stop it. Please, don't. It's...
We were good together.
You know it.
You're scaring me.
Everybody said so.
MARY: Don't do this.
Don't leave me here.
Leave you?
Hold on,
why would I leave you?
Jane, where are you going?
Jane!
Jane, where are you going?
We --
We have to get the keys.
Wait here.
Jane!
He's just fucking asleep.
He's asleep, she said.
She's a fucking liar.
Where is she?
Jane?
She never liked me.
-Jane.
TERRY: What are you doing?
I was going to go and get you.
TERRY: You were leaving me.
No, no, no.
I could have, but I didn't,
but we have to hurry.
We have to go quickly
because they could be anywhere.
Don't lie.
You were leaving me.
MARY: No, no,
I-I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't do that.
Now we can go together.
-Okay?
-Huh?
Get out of here together.
MARY: Terry, Terry, Terry,
get off!
MARY: Fuck!
Where the fuck are you?
Fuck!
Come on!
Fucking -- Come on, come on.
-MARY: Terry!
-TERRY: Ah!
Terry, get up.
-TERRY: Jane?
-MARY: Get up, get up.
We have to save the Huggins.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
Cover your mouth.
ELLEN: Mary!
Ah!
ELLEN: Mary!
Where are you?
Terry!
-Ah!
TERRY: Help!
MARY: Terry!
What was that, you old bitch?
What was that?
What did you just give me?
What was in the fucking syringe?
Ah!
RICHARD: This is no way
to behave, young lady!
Yeah!
RICHARD: Put this on,
my darling.
RICHARD: Just fine, darling,
I'm right here.
She's about one minute away from
getting her fucking throat slit!
Give me the keys, now!
RICHARD: Don't hurt her.
I'm not joking!
I'll kill her!
RICHARD: Alright, alright!
I'll -- I'll --
I'll give you the keys.
Just give me a moment.
I just need to find them.
What did she give me?
RICHARD: A relaxant.
The effect is rapid
but temporary.
It'll wear off
after a few hours.
Give me the keys!
RICHARD: The drug will paralyze
your limbs one after the other,
one arm, then the other,
one leg, then the other.
I should think you have about
30 minutes' mobility left...
-Give me the keys, now!
-RICHARD: ...more or less.
-I'm going to give you the keys!
-Now!
RICHARD: Of course. Alright.
Right now, yes, but -- but --
but your friend!
Don't you want Terry?
Of course I want Terry!
I want Terry and the keys!
RICHARD: Very good.
Listen, Terry, if you help me,
I can take you --
-MARY: What are you doing?
-RICHARD: I just need to think!
About what?
Now, or I gut her!
RICHARD: I know where she is.
Terry, all you have to do
is just...
-Richard.
-RICHARD: Don't worry, darling.
Everything's fine.
No, darling,
everything's fucked!
Bring Terry over to the door
with the keys!
RICHARD: Of course,
and in exchange?
No, I'm not fucking negotiating!
You get her back when
I've got Terry and the keys!
RICHARD: You must give me
your assurance that --
that she won't be hurt,
or we don't have a deal!
Okay, then she'll talk.
She'll talk to you all the time.
Do you hear me?
RICHARD: Ellen, darling?
Fucking say something!
-RICHARD: Darling, are you hurt?
-Oh, she's -- she's losing it!
-RICHARD: Darling?
-Say something!
RICHARD: ♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
The children's favorite, Ellen.
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
ALL: ♪ Mummy's in the teapot ♪
♪ Daddy's in the cup ♪
♪ Baby's in the saucer ♪
♪ We all jump up ♪
Come on, keep singing!
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket... ♪
♪ Ring, ring ♪
Keep fucking singing!
RICHARD: Sing, my darling!
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
-Do it!
-RICHARD: ♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ We all fall down ♪
RICHARD:
The office is all yours, Mary.
I'll go in the corridor.
MARY: Wait, Terry.
RICHARD: Remember, you can fill
the emptiness
that's hurting you, Terry.
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN: ♪ A tissue
a tissue, we all fall down ♪
Which fucking key is it?
♪ The cows are in the meadow ♪
♪ Sleeping fast asleep ♪
-♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
-Fucking freak!
ELLEN: ♪ We all come up again ♪
ELLEN: ♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
RICHARD:
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
ELLEN: ♪ The cows are
in the meadow ♪
♪ Sleeping fast asleep ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
♪ We all stand up ♪
RICHARD: Oh, darling.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
TERRY: Hey.
Fucking freaks.
RICHARD: Oh.
Oh, that's doesn't look good,
Mary.
Not good at all.
Young Terry is no mean marksman,
it seems.
Shouldn't be long now.
And there's also the chance
that the effects of
the drugs with which
my Ellen injected you,
one of my racier
little concoctions,
won't help with the pain.
It's almost a pity.
We even considered whether or
not you could somehow stay
as an occasional stand-in.
Yes.
She's grown a bit worn,
rather damaged.
We thought about it,
Ellen and I.
We really did.
And your spirit certainly made
an impression on us both.
That business with the hammer.
Yes, we discussed it,
but in the end, we decided
best stick with what you know.
Just a few minutes more,
and then a lovely long sleep.
Goodbye, Mary.
I knew we could trust you.
ELLEN: Terry has been
a very good boy,
and good children
get their just desserts.
RICHARD:
Our lovely special star,
so very bright,
but too fragile
for this world.
Ah!
ELLEN: Look.
After she was taken,
Ellen was inconsolable.
She needed another another child
to fill the void.
We tried a number,
quite a number of girls,
but none of them
were quite right enough.
ELLEN: Not right at all.
RICHARD: And then one lovely
summer's evening,
on a station platform...
Here we are, Terry,
as I promised.
My beautiful darling Kate.
RICHARD: We brought someone
to see you.
ELLEN: It's a surprise.
We'll take good care of you.
RICHARD: And we'll be a family.
RICHARD: When, darling?
ELLEN: In the spring.
RICHARD: Lovely idea.
Farming, Mrs. Huggins,
at this time of year?
A bit late, isn't it?
Oh, no. Three new bushes.
They make such delicious jam.
The children love it so.
Have you finished?
Yes, Mrs. Huggins.
What happened to the door?
Another infestation, yes.
I've had to spray everything.
Bloody silverfish.
ELLEN: Is --
Is everything alright?
You -- You seem a-a-a little,
um...
Preoccupied?
Oh, ah, no, I don't want
to trouble --
trouble you with my problems.
Oh, but you must!
What is it?
Oh, I'm --
I'm sure it's nothing.
I just haven't heard
from my Terry
for nearly a week,
and it's not like him.
Oh, you know what they say.
Youth must have its fling.
But the world has changed
since we were young.
It's a much more
dangerous place,
and my Terry, well,
he's so easily led.
Ah, he's a splendid chap,
a credit to you.
Everything will be just fine.
Thank you, Mrs. Huggins.
Yes, I am sure you're right,
Dr. Huggins.
Always such a worry,
being a parent.
Never stops.
Anyway, must be off,
and I will see you next week.
Thank you.
Have a lovely evening,
and don't worry!
I'm sure you'll see him soon.
That woman really is a treasure.
And you are my treasure.
♪ Disproportionate wages
and failed life stages ♪
♪ Means I'm enraged
and I'm dangerous ♪
♪ You're going to want
to play this ♪
Oh, man, I've got to get
in the studio with that.
I'm going to kill it.
Yeah, you're a world-beater,
mate, real Ice-T vibe.
Pure fucking East Coast.
West Coast, mate.
-What?
-Ice-T.
Ice-T is West Coast, like NWA,
Eazy-E, all of that.
That's -- That's West Coast.
♪ School is easy ♪
♪ Yeah, what's good, my man ♪
Whatever, mate.
East, West, fucking sky
is the limit.
-This is the shit.
-Ooh.
♪ Once you become famous
as far east ♪
♪ Pain us and shame ♪
♪ My brother,
I'm all set from the way out ♪
♪ No scream or shout ♪
♪ Step up on the trampoline
of working men ♪
♪ No sight,
and he can defend my prospects ♪
MAN: Bye. Drive safely.
You're sure they're out tonight?
Yeah, Dr. Huggins takes
Mrs. Huggins to the track
for dinner every Friday.
They've always done it.
-Got a light?
-Yeah.
Okay.
Mate, I am getting shit-faced.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Problem?
That's Mary.
I was supposed to be at work
half an hour ago.
I need the car back now.
Babe, how did -- how did you
even know we were out here?
-Terry texted me.
-NATHAN: What the fuck?
It's her car, and you weren't
answering the phone,
so I just...
Where were you last night?
I told you it was important.
Oh, check it out.
That is sick, mate.
Sick.
Who the fuck is that, Nathan?
-A mate.
-What mate?
-His mate.
-NATHAN: Yeah.
What are you guys
doing out here, anyway?
Hanging.
Nathan.
-Jesus, babe.
Chill. Chill.
Everything is fine.
Yeah?
I just -- I need the car
for a couple of hours.
I've a bit of business
to take care of, okay?
Swag Wagon.
The fuck is he talking about?
Can I have a fag, babe? Please?
I've given up.
Bollocks.
Eh, given up.
-TERRY: Uh, th-they're leaving.
-Fucking knew it.
Uh, th-th-they're leaving.
-NATHAN: Huh?
-TERRY: They're leaving.
NATHAN: That's it.
Supper time for rich cunts.
Oh, this is it.
This is fucking it.
-About fucking time.
No, Nathan, not the Huggins.
Yeah, let's get ready
for the big time, killer.
Why go fuck everything up?
Don't play stupid.
I'm not spending the rest of
my life in this fucking toilet.
-No way.
-♪ There is no classification ♪
♪ When you can't get up
from down ♪
♪ We're modern groove and soul ♪
♪ And we don't want you around ♪
♪ Corruption -- ♪
Mate, I can't ...
Just fucking get out.
Hey.
Hello?
Listen, the car
is nearly sorted.
Just string him along.
I'll be there soon.
20 minutes.
Like an hour, tops.
Yeah, don't worry.
Thanks.
See? Babe, everything is fine.
Wait there.
Come on.
Keep a lookout, babe.
Come on.
Aah.
Oi, oi, she's going to behave,
right?
She ain't going to
fuck off in our wheels?
Yeah, she's not going
anywhere, man.
-Sweet, that.
-Yeah.
TERRY: Wait up.
-NATHAN: Fucking Terry.
-GAZ: Spaz.
-Gaz.
-Mate.
What did you do that for?
Look, we said there was
going to be no --
Shut up, Terry.
Open fucking sesame.
After you, mate.
Yeah.
Hmm, very nice.
So where is it?
Terry, where's the safe?
-I don't know.
-What?
Alright, sweet tooth.
So we're in the park,
and big man Terry
tells us a story.
Tells us there's a nice
big, old house
and the nice old owners
are going to be out, right?
-Right.
-Tells us there's a safe
with a nice, fat stash of cash
just sitting in it,
and now he tells us he don't
know where the fuck it is?
Well, it could be
in -- in the bedroom
or -- or the doctor's room.
Oh, yeah, or the fucking
broom cupboard.
What's all this, your mom's?
Should tell her a good skivvy
takes better care of her kid.
That's it, Mrs. Mop.
He needs to show some respect.
We can't just wreck --
We said that we wouldn't --
Terry, it is what they
pay you monthly, no?
Well, look at it. It's --
-What's happened to your ear?
-What?
Other ear, Terry, the gay one.
Oh, fuck. I must have lost it.
Oi.
For fuck's sake, mate.
What the --
NATHAN: Shit.
I really fucking hated
this place.
Oi.
She's let herself go, eh?
Yeah, well, I'd like to see you
deal with being ill.
NATHAN: Terry, get your ass
in here, mate.
Ah.
What?
What's down there?
I don't know. What?
Should we have a look?
-A bit of exercise.
-I-I can't. My ankle is --
Alright, it's not going
to fucking fall off. Relax.
-What's he doing up there?
I don't know.
But it doesn't matter.
It's not your fucking house,
Terry.
Do whatever you like.
Move on.
Get down there.
TERRY: Why do I always
get the shit jobs?
Here goes the neighborhood.
Nathan.
Nathan, I found it.
MARY: Come on,
what are you doing?
NATHAN: Oh, can you imagine
how much they've got stashed?
It's there!
Oh, you are going to be able
to buy your own kebab van, mate.
The Huggins are fucking loaded.
-Can you imagine?
-Okeydokey.
What the fuck?
What?
You said it was
an electronic code.
TERRY: Yeah.
Uh, yeah, uh,
that's what my mom said.
-So?
-Really?
Did she tell you what the fuck
I'm supposed to do with this?
What do you mean?
It's a dial lock.
Can you crack a combination?
Of course not.
That makes two of us.
-You can't open it?
-Oh, yeah.
-Top marks, fat boy.
-It can't be that hard.
It's -- It's probably just
a birthday, something like that.
-Piece of shit.
It weren't a Christmas present.
That guy that lent it to me
ain't Santa Claus.
He don't fuck around
when it comes to debts, mate.
I should have known any plan
I had with you in it
was fucked from the start.
It was your idea to come here,
you and him.
-I never wanted --
-Move.
Fuck!
What?
MARY: This is bullshit, Nathan.
I want to go now.
Hold on.
You're the boss.
What's the plan, boss?
TERRY: Look, we've already
been here too long.
We should go.
Anyways, Mary's --
Don't even think about telling
me what to do with my mis--
Oh, hey, hey, hey.
Let's keep it civil, ladies.
Mate, you want the tosh, right?
-Yeah.
-Really want it?
Of course I fucking want it.
And these two
withered old cunts
are the ones with
the magic code, right?
Why don't we screw it
out of them?
Yeah, we wait
till they get back.
We scare the shit out of them.
They give us what we want.
Right.
They'll piss
the fucking code out.
-Nice one, mate.
Plenty of time for
the little lady later, right?
MARY: Hello? Nathan?
Hello?
Wanker.
Look, they're going to be
back any minute.
Piece of shit.
The TV doesn't work.
It's for video.
What the fuck is this?
-Oh, bingo.
-Rich cunts.
GAZ: Yeah, disgusting, ain't it?
Fucking fake.
I'm not joking, mate.
How I've spent my whole life
with fuck all.
Watched my dad rot away
with fuck all,
never anything to give my mom.
I know you're not
joking there, mate.
I know.
It's what we're doing.
It's why we're here.
We're taking it back.
It's yours, mate, all yours.
Yeah.
Fuck it, yeah.
Now, don't just stand there,
Benson.
Get us something to eat.
Quality snacks, yeah?
Chip sticks, salami, nuts.
Cunt.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
Nathan!
-MARY: Nathan!
Might need to sort that, mate.
She's getting a bit mouthy.
She's just worried
about her job.
I could drive her and then
bring the car back.
Drive her?
He wants to have a go, eh?
Hey, you dirty pig.
You want to get stuck right in,
pump some of that lard out?
NATHAN: She is going
absolutely nowhere.
We all stay right here
till this is finished.
Too fucking right, mate.
She's not just
going to let us --
-Let us?
-MARY: Nathan!
Terry, she'll do whatever
the fuck I want.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
NATHAN: She's not her sister.
MARY: Nathan!
Nathan!
Babe!
MARY: Can we please go now?
Oh, come in.
You've got to see this.
I have to be at work, Nathan.
Won't take long.
Stop messing with me.
Five minutes,
then we're out of here,
but you've got to see this.
You'll love it.
I promise.
-Come over.
-Five minutes.
Come over.
Come on.
What are you waiting for, babe?
Come on in.
Well, what am I looking at?
NATHAN: Come here, babe.
Nathan, stop.
It's not fucking half bad,
is it?
Nathan, stop.
Yeah.
You won't be needing that shit
for much longer.
We're almost there, babe.
Nathan.
Stop it.
Terry's watching.
NATHAN: Let him.
Come on, perv, work to do.
These lovebirds have got
some sorting out to do.
Have fun, sweethearts.
Fuck's sake.
Oh, yeah.
This the mop?
Forget that slag downstairs.
This one is more your style.
You'd make a lovely couple.
That's Kate.
She was the Huggins' daughter.
She died a long time ago.
Mop.
Definitely here.
No, fuck off, Nathan.
What's wrong?
Is this 'cause of last night?
Hmm?
I'm pregnant.
Pregnant.
Know what that means?
No worries, babe.
We're going to be
fucking loaded.
Plenty to go around, right?
No.
Yeah.
Yeah, I just need
to finish this.
That's right.
Shit.
What the fuck are you doing?
No worries, babe.
Alright?
I've got everything
under control.
-TERRY: Wait.
-GAZ: Shut up, retard.
Right. Put these on.
No way.
GAZ: Yes way, darling.
NATHAN: Come on.
Hey, come on.
Put it on.
Put the stocking on, Mary.
GAZ: No names.
Richard.
GAZ: Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go!
GAZ: Easy, easy. Alright.
Ellen, Ellen, Ellen!
GAZ: Give me your hands
or I'll break your arms.
Move. Just move.
Sit down.
I'm right here, darling.
-NATHAN: Give me your hands.
-RICHARD: Please.
-Give me your hands.
-She's injured. Please.
Please.
Take everything you want,
but you can't leave her
like this.
I mean, look at her.
She's -- She's injured.
You'll find everything
out there.
Quickly.
GAZ: Granddad takes charge, eh?
Exactly, you don't get to ask
for fuck all.
-Alright?
-I'll sort it out.
-What?
-Yes, you'll find disinfectant
and the bandages are in
the cupboard at the back --
Hey, she's not a fucking retard.
Alright? Shut it.
Fucking who do you
think you are?
What...
Ah.
Here you go.
Drink this.
That's it.
RICHARD: Thank you.
Now, please make sure there are
no splinters in the cut.
MARY: That's it. Hold still.
RICHARD: Good. Now some
disinfectant on the cut.
-This will sting.
-Sting?
Yes, darling.
Like a bee?
Yes, a bit like a bee.
Oh, I like bees.
We keep them in the garden.
MARY: That's it.
NATHAN: Can you hurry up?
We're not spending
the fucking night.
Now tie her up.
NATHAN: Come on.
Sorry.
Alright. Fine. Done.
Okay, so now
we've taken care of her.
Give us what we came for.
There are £300 and a credit card
in my wallet.
Alright.
What else?
In the kitchen there's £1,000
or so in a biscuit tin
-on top of the fridge.
-Alright.
Go and get the money
and put it in a bag.
What's the fucking PIN number?
6193.
NATHAN: 6193.
Alright.
93. Very good.
Hey.
It was locked. Alright?
We can get Gaz's mate --
No fucking names, asshole.
-Sorry, it's just --
-MARY: You've got it.
Right, let's go.
-Is that it?
-Less than 2 grand
You're having a laugh.
You taking a piss,
you horrible old fucker?
Mate, I said, "Is that it?"
This is all you've got?
A doctor, nice big house
like this?
I think someone
is telling porkies.
NATHAN: What about the safe?
Huh?
What about the fucking safe, eh?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
GAZ: He's talking about
the safe, you cunt.
We don't have a safe.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
There is no safe.
NATHAN: Really?
So what about that nice,
big shiny metal door
down in your basement?
What's that, then?
Fucking doll's house?
What are you talking about?
More fucking money.
A lot more.
GAZ: Fuck's sake.
MAN:
RICHARD: You'll regret this.
GAZ: Shut up, you old cunt.
I'm going to get out of here,
Nathan.
-This is fucked.
-I know.
Listen, there is a ton of cash
in that safe.
Okay? You can forget about
working at the home.
Life is going to be changing.
Are you listening to me?
I'm doing this for you, me,
the baby.
This is bullshit, okay?
It's totally fucked.
GAZ: Shit, better than
"EastEnders," this.
Let's do this.
Yeah, business first, yeah?
Sort domestics later.
Give me the combination.
Richard, no.
This won't get you
anywhere but prison.
Go home before things
really get out of hand,
and we'll forget all about it.
Give me the fucking
combination now.
I can't.
Who the fuck do you think
you're dealing with, here?
Eh?
From what I can see,
an ill-mannered lout
on the verge of making
a catastrophic error.
I think somebody didn't get
enough spankings
when he was little.
I'm tempted to agree, darling.
-Ah!
-Oh!
ELLEN: Don't hurt Richard,
my Richard.
Shh, darling.
Shh, do-do-do-don't upset
yourself.
Everything will be fine.
Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson.
We're not animals.
No one is going to hurt
your precious hubby.
Your darling Richard
is safe with us.
To be honest,
it's you I'm more worried about.
My wife doesn't know
the combination.
GAZ: Of course she doesn't,
Richard.
Of course she doesn't.
But I'm asking you.
Leave her alone.
Don't hurt her.
Nathan, fucking stop him.
Hey.
The fuck are you doing?
You can't just...
Alright, mate.
You're the boss.
There we go, mate.
What the fuck am I
supposed to do with that?
You want him to give us
the combination, right?
This is fucking bullshit.
Where are you going?
Hey, hey, come back.
Nice one, mate.
Don't worry, mate.
Daddy's on it.
Mary.
You hiding from Gaz?
Mary, Mary.
Mary, Mary.
Mary.
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.
Ahh.
A-ha.
Where are you, darling?
You hiding from Gaz?
WOMAN: Emergency services?
-Help.
GAZ: Got you!
-MARY: Leave me alone!
What the fuck?
Nathan, help me!
Don't let him manipulate you.
It's not too late.
You're young.
Don't destroy your futures
for the sake of some thug.
-Listen.
He's an animal.
What's he doing to her?
I think he's doing bad things.
Yes, dear, very bad things.
Hey, shut up. Alright?
Just shut up.
How did you get mixed up
in something like this, Terry?
It's not like you,
all this violence.
Your poor mom, she'll be
so upset, so disappointed.
Terry?
You two were always inseparable.
I can't believe that's changed.
It hasn't changed,
has it, Nathan?
Nathan?
Lover boy not up to keeping you
in line, eh?
You worried about your Nathan
getting mixed up
-in all this shit?
-Fuck off.
He's a big boy, princess.
He don't need no one
to make his decision for him.
Especially
not some fucking psycho.
What, you going to trap him
with a kid
and a quick tumble
every Saturday night?
He's so over you, darling,
it ain't even funny.
We're going to crack that safe
wide-open, nick all their money,
then Nathan is going to leave
you and your shit little brat
to your shit little life
in this shit fucking shithole.
-Nathan!
-No!
Let's keep it down, eh?
RICHARD: I watched you grow up.
I knew your families.
I know what hardships
you've been through.
Things haven't been easy,
but you're good lads,
strong lads,
and you hung in there.
I know what made you.
I know what you're made of,
what you are.
You're not responsible for this.
I can see that clear as day.
It's the other one,
that beast up there.
He's not from here, is he?
A stranger.
Don't let him ruin everything,
your friendship,
your life.
You're worth so much more.
Trust me.
Hey. Shut up.
You're only saying this
because you want to keep
all of your fucking money,
don't you?
He's right, Nathan.
We should just stop it.
Afterwards, it'll be too late.
It just doesn't feel right!
Shut your mouth, or I will
cut your fucking tongue out.
We stick to the plan.
What were you doing up there?
Little miss bitch here
was making a call,
couldn't wait to fuck you over.
-It can't be, Richard.
-Shh.
Shifting up a gear, eh?
About fucking time, people!
-NATHAN: Right.
-Nathan, don't do this.
No more fucking about.
The code.
GAZ: Hey.
What?
Give me the code,
or I cut her finger off.
-The code.
-Don't! Nathan!
Shut it, window licker.
The man's working.
Give me the fucking code,
Richard!
Don't do it.
Think of Mary, the baby.
NATHAN: What the fuck?
GAZ: Don't worry about
my little friend, mate.
You just show these cunts here
what you're made of.
Last chance.
Give it a little twist
when you hit the bone.
Whip it off of the knuckle,
nice and clean.
Do it.
Alright. If it's so easy, yeah,
you fucking do it!
Good, Nathan.
What the fuck?
Oh.
You're mates now,
you and the doctor
and his good lady wife?
-NATHAN: Don't.
-You've got responsibilities.
-NATHAN: Stop it!
-You fucking lollipop.
Who knew you were such
a delicate little bunny?
What's wrong with him, Doc?
Him and special needs
and that silly slag over there?
Something in the water
around here?
Couldn't do nothing for him.
Should have been
put down at birth.
Pitiful.
Cut it off.
-No.
Do it.
Please.
Cut her fucking finger off,
wanker!
Give me the code, please.
Fuck.
What you go and do that for?
Nathan!
MARY: Nathan.
Ah!
Ah, you silly cunt!
Fuck!
Nathan!
GAZ: We could have had
a lot of fun.
Nathan!
Oh, my God!
He's going to bleed to death!
We need to get him upstairs!
Untie me.
Yeah.
I'd like to untie you, Doc.
I'd like you to save lover boy
on the floor over there.
I'd like to walk out of here
leaving you and the missus
tucked up tight in bed
ready for whatever it is
a pair of old skates
like you get up to.
No harm done,
everything forgiven.
Believe me, I'd love that,
really, oi,
drive out of this shithole back
to my penthouse in the big city,
get my cock sucked right through
my asshole before beddy-byes,
put me feet up,
get me head down,
forget all about it over
a nice cup of tea
and a bed full of £50s.
Fucking mint, that'd be.
Get my vote.
But that ain't up to me.
Oh, for fuck's sake, untie him!
GAZ: Okay! Here's how
we're going to play it.
You ready?
You give me the magic numbers,
I'll let you be doctors.
Richard!
MARY: Oh, give him
the fucking numbers.
She's right, you know.
Give me the fucking numbers.
ELLEN: You can't!
Clock's ticking, mate.
-Alright.
-ELLEN: Richard, no.
Everything is going to be fine,
my darling.
The numbers are 17, 1, 19, 22.
There we go!
How hard was it?
Amazing what some greedy
bastards will do
to keep their paws
on a few quid.
GAZ: 17...
-GAZ: ...1...
GAZ: ...19, 22.
Yes.
Um, it's 21, yes, not 22.
21?
Yes. 21.
17, 1, 19, 21.
17, 1, 19, 21?
You sure?
Don't want to change your mind,
confer with the missus?
RICHARD: No. I'm sure.
It was the year
that my Ellen was born.
Okay.
17...
...1...
...19...
21.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear, oh, dear.
Wait a minute.
What -- What are you doing?
No. No, please.
Please, please, don't tie her.
I beg you.
Don't tie her.
-Too late, darling.
-RICHARD: Ellen, don't worry.
Just don't -- don't worry.
No, please!
No, please!
I beg of you.
Ellen, don't worry.
No, you can't! Please!
Oh, no, please!
Please, don't!
No! Ellen!
No! No, not my Ellen!
No!
No!
Fuck's sake!
Who did your electrics,
granddad?
Fucking criminal.
No.
No.
No!
-Now...
-RICHARD: No!
...where were we?
-RICHARD: No!
-No!
Mary, cut me loose, please.
Oh.
You did the right thing, Mary.
You did what you had to do.
MARY: We have to get him
to the hospital.
Terry, help me.
Terry, help me! Come on!
Oh, no.
No one's leaving.
The hospital is 30 miles away.
You know that.
I seriously doubt he could
survive the journey.
I'll treat him while
we wait for help.
But look at him.
Trust me.
I'll take good care of him.
Don't worry.
Terry, I need you to help Mary
take Nathan upstairs.
Can you manage that?
Thank you, Terry.
RICHARD: Come on, darling.
Don't worry.
We'll clean that up later.
One second.
That's it. Nearly there.
Okay, lie back.
-Watch it there.
-Get his legs.
Get his legs.
It's okay. It's okay.
-No stitches.
-I'm sorry.
RICHARD: No, darling,
not this time.
Don't speak. Don't speak.
ELLEN: Treats, Richard?
Of course.
Treats for my brave girl.
Dr. Huggins, please!
Until every sin is reckoned.
You got what you deserve!
-I hope you rot!
-Ellen!
RICHARD: Come, come, dear.
Please forgive my wife.
She's not entirely herself
anymore, and don't worry.
I fully intend
to keep my promise.
Thank you, Dr. Huggins.
Really, what did you expect me
to do, Terry, Mary?
TERRY: It's alright.
He's just getting his things.
It's alright.
Right-o.
No! No!
MARY: Just breathe.
-You're hurting him!
-Be quiet!
MARY: It's okay.
He's just taking it out.
RICHARD: Compression.
MARY: Oh! Oh, Jesus.
Oh, God!
It's okay. It's okay.
RICHARD: The blade snapped off
inside.
MARY: Just look at me.
Look at...
You're hurting him!
It's going to be okay.
RICHARD: Compression.
He's a lucky young man.
The blade has missed
his vital organs.
Yes.
A little work,
he'll make it.
MARY: You hear that?
You're going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
RICHARD: Now, I want you all
to wait outside
because I need space to work.
-Don't -- Don't leave me.
-No, no.
-It's okay.
-Don't leave me.
I'm not going anywhere.
-I'm staying.
-I must insist.
I need peace and quiet
if I'm going to look
after him properly.
TERRY: We should go, yeah?
Let Dr. Huggins
do his work, yeah?
You're going to be okay.
-NATHAN: Don't do it.
-Shh.
TERRY: Come on, Mary.
RICHARD: These are for Ellen,
and, please,
watch over Mrs. Huggins
while I take care of Nathan.
TERRY: Come on, Mrs. Huggins.
-Come on.
-RICHARD: Now don't worry.
I'll patch him up,
call the ambulance.
Go away, then.
Shoo, shoo.
TERRY: Careful.
Watch the glass.
Can I get you anything,
Mrs. Huggins?
Mary, it's okay.
I'm here.
He risked his wife's life
for a fucking security code.
It's going to be okay.
We just got to be strong, yeah?
Come here.
It's alright.
Yeah, Mary? Shh.
Please don't cry.
Shh. It's going to be alright.
You know Dr. Huggins.
It's going to be okay, yeah?
You're beautiful, yeah?
What the fuck are you doing?
Well, we're safe now.
Safe?
What the fuck are you
talking about?
What do you think just happened
in the basement?
Nathan is dying!
How could you drag him
into this shit?
It wasn't me.
It was -- It was Nathan!
And who gave him the idea?
Whose fucking mom works here?
You've always followed Nathan
around like a lost dog,
but you could
never touch him.
You're pathetic.
We should go.
I'm supposed to be
looking after Dr. Huggins --
You'd have just let him die
if I hadn't done what I did.
Don't say that!
It's the truth.
It's what you do, Terry.
You fuck up, and everything
around you turns to shit!
Why else do you think Jane left?
She didn't!
She didn't leave.
Jane left because
you're a fucking nothing.
You're a joke!
She never loved you!
She pitied you,
and then she despised you,
and you drove her away!
You're a fucking retard
who drove my sister away.
We all lost her because of you.
-That's mine!
Dirty.
Mrs. Huggins, I'll do that.
Oh!
Poor Terry.
Come and sit down.
Let me take care of you.
Yeah.
Dr. Huggins!
Yes?
I want to see Nathan.
The wound was much more
serious than I thought.
He should pull through,
but it will take some --
I just gave him something.
The pain was...
He's sleeping like a baby now.
He's going to need
a lot of rest.
Are you sure he's...
RICHARD:
If you just stand back...
Right.
There. Normal.
I assure you,
there's nothing to worry about.
Then why couldn't
I feel anything?
Why is he so cold?
Where's the fucking ambulance?
Oh, it shouldn't be long now,
I expect,
but I'm happy to call them
if this puts your mind at rest.
You stay with him.
RICHARD: Hello!
Richard Huggins. Yes, yes.
I called for an ambulance
a few minutes ago.
Yes.
Can you tell me
how long it will be?
Right you are.
Thank you so very much.
It's on its way.
Shouldn't be long now.
Oh, goodness.
You don't look at all well.
Quite normal to feel this way
after what you've been through
and in your condition.
-I'm okay.
-Oh, no, you're not, my dear.
You're not okay, but never fear.
I've just the thing somewhere.
Got you.
These should buck you up.
Two of these should
do the trick.
Trust me, my dear.
I've dealt with many cases
just like yours --
shock, anxiety, PTSD.
These chaps are most effective.
ELLEN: There.
That didn't hurt, did it?
I told you so.
You're a big brave boy.
Your shoes.
Soon, you won't feel
anything nasty at all.
ELLEN: I've had just about
enough of this, Kate,
dragging goodness knows what
into our house.
I've told you a thousand times,
shoes off at the door!
RICHARD: Ellen!
Come, my dear.
This isn't Kate.
This is Mary,
one of our young guests.
You remember Mary,
Mary and Jane Voller,
the twins from the village.
ELLEN: Mary?
Mary Voller, how she's grown!
What did you give him?
Oh, a perfectly standard
analgesic.
Ellen was my nurse
for many years,
a very efficient nurse,
and a most lovely one, too,
I might add.
Come, my dear.
Let's make our guests
a nice cup of tea.
Oh, haven't we forgotten
something?
Behind you.
Warmer.
Warmer.
Hot.
Red-hot.
On the left.
Oh!
The needles.
I have to put the needles away.
Good girl. And why do we have
to put the needles away?
Because needles are sharp,
and someone could get hurt.
Someone could get hurt.
Bravo, darling.
We can't let
the bloody disease win.
I constantly jog her memory,
give her little challenges,
little goals,
make a game of life.
It's vital.
Whatever it takes
to keep my Ellen with me.
♪ Sweeping with this
great big broom ♪
♪ Sweeping till
it's nice and clean ♪
♪ You would never know it's me ♪
♪ Washing, washing, washing up ♪
We have to get out.
Give me your phone.
What?
Your phone, quick.
Use your own phone.
I-I haven't got it.
Terry!
-What?
-The fucking phone!
We have to call for help!
RICHARD: Are we alright, Terry?
Lovely, Dr. Huggins!
Look, I told you,
I haven't got it.
Yeah?
Hey! What?
MARY: Where is it?
I gave it to Mrs. Huggins.
You can't expect her
to trust us.
And you trust them?
We need to get out of here now!
-Nathan's d--
Tea time!
RICHARD: There we are.
TERRY: Thanks, Dr. Huggins.
RICHARD: There's a good boy.
ELLEN: I'll sit over here.
RICHARD: Lead the way.
ELLEN: Terry?
ELLEN: Tea for Mary.
RICHARD: There.
How is that ankle doing, Terry?
M-Much better.
Thanks, Dr. Huggins.
The injection really helped.
I can hardly feel a thing.
Glad to hear it.
It's a pity you refused my help.
You'd be feeling
much better, too.
Don't you think she looks
a bit peaky?
Not well at all.
No. No, no.
Filthy!
I'll smoke it outside.
RICHARD: I'm sorry,
but I'm sure you understand
I can't allow that.
Please sit here.
Drink your tea and wait
for the ambulance to arrive.
Besides, you must think
about your unborn child.
Smoking can cause
any number of problems,
appalling birth defects,
carcinomas, teratomas,
babies born with their brains
on the outside of their skulls.
I'd like to commend you once
again for your courage, my dear.
What you did wasn't easy,
taking a human life,
and we survived thanks to you.
RICHARD: Oh.
Oh, we really must fumigate
this place again soon.
We're plagued by vermin --
moths, silverfish,
cockroaches,
every sort of pest.
Sit down, Mary.
Drink your tea.
Under the circumstances,
it's hardly polite to refuse.
Come on.
Mary!
When Kate was born
the way she was,
it took everything we had
not to believe that she was,
in some way,
a punishment from God.
Yes, we loved her
and tended her,
and she grew up
into a wonderful girl,
beautiful, sensitive,
a wonderful girl.
We tried to protect her
and educate her
and make sure
she minded her manners
and did what was right.
There were times
when she resisted,
and sometimes
she turned on us,
but we stood firm
and never faltered.
Ellen and I never once
resented the task,
never once despaired.
Come, come, darling.
I -- I am --
I'm such a scatterbrain.
Such a silly, ditzy thing.
Ah, you're my silly,
ditzy thing.
Of course.
The biscuit is for Mary.
Here you go, Mrs. Huggins.
The scrapbook was Ellen's idea.
She keeps it going,
and it's good for her memory.
Such detail, all Ellen's work.
Her very own tribute
to all those lost little souls.
Isn't it extraordinary?
Oh.
Such a terrible loss.
Of course, you both understand.
Ellen, love.
It's hot.
You have to let tea stand
when it's too hot.
Yeah.
Could I have my phone back?
I need to call Nathan's mother.
I'm sorry, my dear.
I don't understand.
Nathan had my phone.
It's not in his pocket.
I know you have it.
If it wasn't for Nathan,
you'd both be dead!
You lied about the ambulance.
You never called.
The phone is broken.
What did you do to him?
Tell me what the fuck
is going on!
Come now, pull yourself
together, Mary.
You're upset.
That's perfectly understandable,
but letting your emotions
get the better of you
won't help anyone.
Drink your tea like a good girl!
Ah!
Open the door!
Mary, come, you're exhausted,
probably in shock.
-Open the door!
-Your hormones are raging.
You can't see the wood
for the trees.
Come now, let's not be silly.
This is not helping anyone.
MARY: Open the fucking door!
Ah, ah!
I don't like to cause you pain,
but you give me no choice!
Someone like that wants
to become a mother.
RICHARD: This behavior
is simply unacceptable!
Children need a proper mommy
and daddy,
not a nasty tramp
like this one!
-MARY: Ah!
-She will soon calm down.
The cupboard always works.
MARY: Ah, let me out!
Let me out!
What the fuck?!
I don't know what's wrong
with her.
-I've never seen her like this.
-MARY: Open the fucking door!
You should be very careful,
Terry.
A girl like that...
MARY: Terry,
don't listen to them!
-...she's a liar...
-MARY: Terry!
...a nasty, dirty parasite,
poison!
MARY: What the fuck
is wrong with you?
-You deserve so much better.
RICHARD: Now, dear, this has all
been a bit too much for you.
-MARY: Let me out!
-Terry will watch her.
Won't you, Terry,
until the ambulance arrives?
-Terry?
-Yes, dear.
I'll be down as soon as Ellen
is in bed.
MARY: Terry, Terry, please!
TERRY: You can trust me,
Mrs. Huggins.
MARY: Terry, let me out, please!
MARY: Terry, don't listen
to them, please!
Let me out!
Terry, let me out!
You're not well.
Dr. Huggins is right,
it's your hormones
or whatever he said.
Oh, just get over it
and let me out!
Don't speak to me like that!
You never speak to Nathan
like that.
He treats you like shit.
I don't even understand
why you're with him.
He just uses you,
and he slags you off.
He doesn't love you.
He's never loved you.
He's dead.
Darling, no, please, stay calm,
please, stay calm.
She needs to be punished.
Of course, darling.
I'll take care of it.
No, no.
I want to take care of it.
Shh, you're retired.
No, she needs
to be punished now.
Shh.
She's been so bad.
She'll ruin everything.
Now I want us to punish her now.
Are you sure, darling?
Yes, yes, yes!
Very well,
if that's what you want.
TERRY: 10 minutes ago, he said
it was going to be okay.
Dr. Huggins killed him!
We've known the Huggins
our whole lives.
-They never --
-Open this fucking door!
MARY: What is wrong with you?
Hurry up!
-Shit.
-MARY: What is it?
She must have given me
a bit too much of the --
MARY: Terry,
what the fuck are you --
The injection, Mrs. Huggins
must have given --
My leg has gone numb!
MARY: Don't you understand?
Terry, get it open!
What the fuck are you doing?
-Terry!
MARY: Terry!
D-Dr. Huggins?
MARY: What the fuck
are you doing?
Stop. D-Dr. Huggins?
MARY: Terry, shut up,
you dumb fuck!
Dr. Huggins?
Don't you fucking get it?
Shut up!
Shut the fuck up,
speaking to me like that!
I'm not shit!
Shit!
I'm not shit.
MARY: I'm sorry.
Listen, we can still
get out of this,
but we've got to be together.
What do you mean, "Together"?
-MARY: I can't do it on my own.
-No, no, no, no, what --
w-w-what do you mean by,
"Together"?
Listen, Terry, now is not
really the time.
It is!
It is the time.
Answer me, please.
What do you mean by, "Together"?
I don't know what...
You mean...
You mean like before,
how we were before?
What?
Before,
when we loved each other.
But -- But you were with --
You.
Only you came, just you.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about us,
house that we were going to get,
remember?
Stop it. Please, don't. It's...
We were good together.
You know it.
You're scaring me.
Everybody said so.
MARY: Don't do this.
Don't leave me here.
Leave you?
Hold on,
why would I leave you?
Jane, where are you going?
Jane!
Jane, where are you going?
We --
We have to get the keys.
Wait here.
Jane!
He's just fucking asleep.
He's asleep, she said.
She's a fucking liar.
Where is she?
Jane?
She never liked me.
-Jane.
TERRY: What are you doing?
I was going to go and get you.
TERRY: You were leaving me.
No, no, no.
I could have, but I didn't,
but we have to hurry.
We have to go quickly
because they could be anywhere.
Don't lie.
You were leaving me.
MARY: No, no,
I-I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't do that.
Now we can go together.
-Okay?
-Huh?
Get out of here together.
MARY: Terry, Terry, Terry,
get off!
MARY: Fuck!
Where the fuck are you?
Fuck!
Come on!
Fucking -- Come on, come on.
-MARY: Terry!
-TERRY: Ah!
Terry, get up.
-TERRY: Jane?
-MARY: Get up, get up.
We have to save the Huggins.
What the fuck
are you talking about?
Cover your mouth.
ELLEN: Mary!
Ah!
ELLEN: Mary!
Where are you?
Terry!
-Ah!
TERRY: Help!
MARY: Terry!
What was that, you old bitch?
What was that?
What did you just give me?
What was in the fucking syringe?
Ah!
RICHARD: This is no way
to behave, young lady!
Yeah!
RICHARD: Put this on,
my darling.
RICHARD: Just fine, darling,
I'm right here.
She's about one minute away from
getting her fucking throat slit!
Give me the keys, now!
RICHARD: Don't hurt her.
I'm not joking!
I'll kill her!
RICHARD: Alright, alright!
I'll -- I'll --
I'll give you the keys.
Just give me a moment.
I just need to find them.
What did she give me?
RICHARD: A relaxant.
The effect is rapid
but temporary.
It'll wear off
after a few hours.
Give me the keys!
RICHARD: The drug will paralyze
your limbs one after the other,
one arm, then the other,
one leg, then the other.
I should think you have about
30 minutes' mobility left...
-Give me the keys, now!
-RICHARD: ...more or less.
-I'm going to give you the keys!
-Now!
RICHARD: Of course. Alright.
Right now, yes, but -- but --
but your friend!
Don't you want Terry?
Of course I want Terry!
I want Terry and the keys!
RICHARD: Very good.
Listen, Terry, if you help me,
I can take you --
-MARY: What are you doing?
-RICHARD: I just need to think!
About what?
Now, or I gut her!
RICHARD: I know where she is.
Terry, all you have to do
is just...
-Richard.
-RICHARD: Don't worry, darling.
Everything's fine.
No, darling,
everything's fucked!
Bring Terry over to the door
with the keys!
RICHARD: Of course,
and in exchange?
No, I'm not fucking negotiating!
You get her back when
I've got Terry and the keys!
RICHARD: You must give me
your assurance that --
that she won't be hurt,
or we don't have a deal!
Okay, then she'll talk.
She'll talk to you all the time.
Do you hear me?
RICHARD: Ellen, darling?
Fucking say something!
-RICHARD: Darling, are you hurt?
-Oh, she's -- she's losing it!
-RICHARD: Darling?
-Say something!
RICHARD: ♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
The children's favorite, Ellen.
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
ALL: ♪ Mummy's in the teapot ♪
♪ Daddy's in the cup ♪
♪ Baby's in the saucer ♪
♪ We all jump up ♪
Come on, keep singing!
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket... ♪
♪ Ring, ring ♪
Keep fucking singing!
RICHARD: Sing, my darling!
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
-Do it!
-RICHARD: ♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ We all fall down ♪
RICHARD:
The office is all yours, Mary.
I'll go in the corridor.
MARY: Wait, Terry.
RICHARD: Remember, you can fill
the emptiness
that's hurting you, Terry.
RICHARD AND ELLEN:
♪ Pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
RICHARD AND ELLEN: ♪ A tissue
a tissue, we all fall down ♪
Which fucking key is it?
♪ The cows are in the meadow ♪
♪ Sleeping fast asleep ♪
-♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
-Fucking freak!
ELLEN: ♪ We all come up again ♪
ELLEN: ♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
RICHARD:
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ Ring-a-ring-a-roses ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue,
we all fall down ♪
ELLEN: ♪ The cows are
in the meadow ♪
♪ Sleeping fast asleep ♪
♪ A tissue, a tissue ♪
♪ We all stand up ♪
RICHARD: Oh, darling.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
TERRY: Hey.
Fucking freaks.
RICHARD: Oh.
Oh, that's doesn't look good,
Mary.
Not good at all.
Young Terry is no mean marksman,
it seems.
Shouldn't be long now.
And there's also the chance
that the effects of
the drugs with which
my Ellen injected you,
one of my racier
little concoctions,
won't help with the pain.
It's almost a pity.
We even considered whether or
not you could somehow stay
as an occasional stand-in.
Yes.
She's grown a bit worn,
rather damaged.
We thought about it,
Ellen and I.
We really did.
And your spirit certainly made
an impression on us both.
That business with the hammer.
Yes, we discussed it,
but in the end, we decided
best stick with what you know.
Just a few minutes more,
and then a lovely long sleep.
Goodbye, Mary.
I knew we could trust you.
ELLEN: Terry has been
a very good boy,
and good children
get their just desserts.
RICHARD:
Our lovely special star,
so very bright,
but too fragile
for this world.
Ah!
ELLEN: Look.
After she was taken,
Ellen was inconsolable.
She needed another another child
to fill the void.
We tried a number,
quite a number of girls,
but none of them
were quite right enough.
ELLEN: Not right at all.
RICHARD: And then one lovely
summer's evening,
on a station platform...
Here we are, Terry,
as I promised.
My beautiful darling Kate.
RICHARD: We brought someone
to see you.
ELLEN: It's a surprise.
We'll take good care of you.
RICHARD: And we'll be a family.
RICHARD: When, darling?
ELLEN: In the spring.
RICHARD: Lovely idea.
Farming, Mrs. Huggins,
at this time of year?
A bit late, isn't it?
Oh, no. Three new bushes.
They make such delicious jam.
The children love it so.
Have you finished?
Yes, Mrs. Huggins.
What happened to the door?
Another infestation, yes.
I've had to spray everything.
Bloody silverfish.
ELLEN: Is --
Is everything alright?
You -- You seem a-a-a little,
um...
Preoccupied?
Oh, ah, no, I don't want
to trouble --
trouble you with my problems.
Oh, but you must!
What is it?
Oh, I'm --
I'm sure it's nothing.
I just haven't heard
from my Terry
for nearly a week,
and it's not like him.
Oh, you know what they say.
Youth must have its fling.
But the world has changed
since we were young.
It's a much more
dangerous place,
and my Terry, well,
he's so easily led.
Ah, he's a splendid chap,
a credit to you.
Everything will be just fine.
Thank you, Mrs. Huggins.
Yes, I am sure you're right,
Dr. Huggins.
Always such a worry,
being a parent.
Never stops.
Anyway, must be off,
and I will see you next week.
Thank you.
Have a lovely evening,
and don't worry!
I'm sure you'll see him soon.
That woman really is a treasure.
And you are my treasure.