Blood Money (2017) - full transcript

(crickets chirping)

- Now this isn't right,
this isn't even a road.

- Trust me.

- It just doesn't look at
all like what she described.

- Well it is nighttime.

- I'm telling you, we
should've gone left

at that petrol station.

- Well I'm telling
you, this is right.

- Well excuse me if I
don't explicitly trust

your sense of direction.

- You cannot keep throwing
your mom's birthday



back in my face.

- We were nearly two hours late.

- Yeah, what a crying
shame that would've been.

- See, this is why
they invented GPS.

- You do know that people
managed to find their way

for thousands of years
before GPS was invented.

- Yeah, they also died of
smallpox back then as well.

(car engine growls)

- [Kasey] Shall we
ask for directions?

Yeah?

- Where the hell have you been?

I thought we were lost.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know,

Louis wanted to have a drink
before we set off and--



- [Reese] You've been drinking?

- Just a little something
to settle the nerves.

- [Reese] Unbelievable.

- Mia's sure we can
still trust him?

- Well, you should see the
way the little friggen'

baguette boy looks at her.

Anyway, here are
a few accessories

fresh from the
catwalks of Paris,

you should look very fetching.

Okay, gotta get going,
so don't forget to park

in front of the bakery, yeah?

- In the blind spot, we know.

- Yeah, yeah, bonne chance.

- Zander's right you know?

This'll really
bring out your eyes.

(car engine growls)

(intense, suspenseful
orchestral music)

(soft, intense music)

- You see the way Mia
jumped that fence?

Fucking bad ass.

- The others should
be back by now.

- [Mia] Guys, clear some space.

- Is that a good idea?

- I want to look at it.

- What is French for
we are fucking rich?

Your dad's got really
shit taste in art.

- Don't knock it, it's
worth more than the house.

- At least put it away if
you're gonna throw vodka around.

- Oh, come on, shh.

Happy.

Wait what's that even say?

Henry, go on do your French.

(speaks in French)

- And where the hell are they?

- Shouldn't you get onto Eddie
and let him know it's done?

- I want to wait
until they're back.

- [Mia] He'll be waiting too.

- Fine.

- Yeah but, they can still
track a laptop can't they?

Does this mean I can
get my phone back?

- No, because Eddie set
him up with a fake account.

- Yeah but, you know this
whole radio silence thing,

it's probably more conspicuous
than if I checked in

at your Dad's gallery.

I'm just saying,
people are gonna notice

if I just disappear.

- No phones, that was the rule.

- [Eddie] I can't
believe you shitheads

actually pulled it off.

- I told you we'd do it.

- No problems?

- It was just as Mia
said it would be.

- Her daddy's gonna be pissed.

- I think that's the point.

- Sounds like my kinda lass.

Anyway, I suppose I should
be getting myself on a ferry.

- Yeah, the sooner we get out
of this place, the better.

- I'll sort it all, don't
worry, just sit tight, okay?

And look after the
fucking thing, yeah?

- Don't worry.

- Okay, I'll be seeing you.

- To your dad, for being rich
enough to waste money on art,

and stupid enough to
leave it lying around.

- Amen!

- You think he'll suspect you?

- That would
involve him thinking

about someone else for a second.

- What'd Eddie say?

- [Sean] He's on his way.

- Oh cool, when's
he gonna get here?

- I don't know exactly Zander,

I didn't ask for his itinerary.

As soon as he can, I guess.

(car horn honks)

- Here we go.

(ominous music)

What time do you call this?

- Sean was shitting himself.

Where's Louis?

- Yeah, where's Frenchie?

- [Kasey] Something happened.

- What?

- Don't freak out.

- [Sean] What's happened?

- It was all so fast, okay?

- Where's Louis?

Oh my God.

- Oh fuck!

- [Mia] What the hell happened?

- A guard just came
out of nowhere.

- Well is he dead?

- He looks pretty
fucking dead to me.

- Why didn't you do something?

- Like what exactly?

- Well why didn't you
take him to a hospital?

- And get us both arrested?

No chance.

- No, what are you
doing, don't touch it!

- We have to check.

Oh God, he's dead.

- We're dead.

- No, no we're not.

- We killed someone.

- How are you so calm?

- We didn't do this.

- Oh, so we're innocent?

- Yes,

no.

I don't know, but
this is not our fault.

- I told him it'd be easy.

- And you could've saved him.

- Are you kidding?

You'd have done the
exact same thing

if you were in that car.
- No, I would've have.

- Do not get high
and mighty with me--

- How could you be this--

- There's nothing
we could do, Sean.

- You don't know that.

- Look at him.

Do you think he stood
a fucking chance?

- You could've tried.

- I'm not having this argument.

- No, course not, because
whatever you say goes,

isn't that right?

- Look, some of us
need this money.

You know, like actually need it.

- Yeah, well now
someone is dead.

Guys?

- Well, it's done now.

So, well go on
then, what do we do?

- Yeah but that does not mean
that we're not responsible.

- Oh, come on, don't
be so fucking naive?

- It's done!

- No, wait, we can't
just leave him in there.

- Why not?
- 'Cause he's gonna leak.

- Jesus, Zan.

- Look, I'm sorry,
but, it's a rental.

- All right, all
right we'll move him.

Somewhere out of the way.

(ominous music)

- Not much of a resting place.

- Well it's dry, and
away from the house.

- It's all my fault.

- You can't blame yourself.

- He only did it
because I asked.

- He was in it for the
money, Mia, same as us.

- [Mia] And look
where it got him.

- What, here, here?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

Okay,

okay.

Okay, help me grab that.

- What's the point in that?

- Well it doesn't
hurt to be cautious.

- Sorry, Louis.

- [Zander] He was a
bit of a prick though.

- Zander!
- What?

No, come on, he was
always perving over Mia.

- In a weird way I guess
this makes it easier.

- What?

- Dividing the money,
goes into five shares,

much easier than six.

- How can you even?

He earned his cut.

- It's no use to him now.

- You've changed your tune.

- Well what are
we supposed to do?

Track down his
poor French mother?

- I can't believe it,
you just want to take it.

- Look me in the eye and
tell me you weren't thinking

exactly the same thing
on the drive over.

- I see, so you'll give
us shit for not taking him

to a hospital, but you're all
cool with robbing a corpse,

that's some fine moral
compass you got there.

- Fuck you, we don't all have
jobs waiting for us back home.

- [Reese] You think I
like working for my dad?

- Can you two just please
give it a rest for once?

- Yep, or get a ruler out.

- Kase?

Are you all right?

- Oh, so now you care?

- That was really scary,
I just wanted to--

- You don't get to
have it both ways.

Sure.

- This one is to Louie.

Ready?

- Jesus Zan, it's
not even nine a.m.

- I think it's well deserved.

Come on, to Louis.

(groans gleefully)

Let's go again.

- [Kasey] Reese, Reese
what are you doing?

- Putting it somewhere safe.

- But I thought it was locked?

- It was, it'll be out
of the way up here,

safe from that lot.

- What can they do?

- Listen to them, they
think it's all over,

they've done their bit.

- They've risked
just as much as us.

- Yeah, and I'll be
damned if they're gonna

fuck it up for us now.

- Shit.

Wow.

I thought Mia's dad was one
of those neat obsessives.

- No, not by the looks of this.

I don't know how somebody
can have so much stuff

and not want any of it.

- It's a wise man
who appreciates

what he's got before it's gone.

- Kasey, listen--

- [Kasey] Don't.

- Look, can you just
fucking hear me out?

I know none of this was,

what I mean is,

you're right, I don't
get to have it both ways.

But it's nice we can
be friends again.

Pass it all off as a bit
of stupid fun, no harm.

- Stupid fun.

- Well what else
would you call it?

- [Kasey] Well I thought you--

- Do you need a minute?

- [Reese] Leave it Sean.

- What do you want?

- You disappeared up
here with the painting.

I think I have a right
to see what you're doing.

- Don't you trust us?

- I just want to
check for myself.

- That's a no, then.

- Hmm.

Wait, we need to be able
to find it again, you know?

- I'm just being cautious.

What if the police turn up?

- Oh yeah, 'cause
they're sure to be foiled

by your cunning hiding place.

Besides, wouldn't we be
in handcuffs right now

if they knew who we were?

- That doesn't mean they
won't put it together later.

Who knows what they might find.

We were careful in
there, were you?

- I'm not the only who brought
back a fucking dead guy!

- Okay, you guys
need to calm down.

No one knows we're here,
not even Mia's dad.

The only one was
Louis and, well.

- Yeah, that's one
less loose end.

All right, I'm gonna
get some sleep.

I suggest you do the same.

- What about outside?

It could take awhile
to dig that deep.

- Speaking from experience?

- I don't know what
you ever saw in him.

- [Mia] Hey.

- Hey what?

- I can't remember
how tall he was.

- What?

- Louis.

I mean, I know he was
taller than me but,

how big does this
thing need to be?

- Come then, we'll go
faster with the two of us.

- [Mia] Thanks.

- So go on, what are you
gonna do with your share?

- I don't know, go
traveling, buy stuff.

Thing is, I can do
whatever I like now.

- Yeah but, won't
your dad wonder

where you got all
the money from?

- Like he'd actually care.

He'd probably think I started
selling drugs or something.

Maybe he'll try to
buy some off me.

- Yeah well I'm gonna
buy a houseboat, me.

- What?
- Yep, not one of those like,

shitty canal boats,
no like, a proper one.

With like rooms and everything.

- Yeah, dream big.

- Yeah come on, think about it.

If I ever get bored of
living in the same place,

then, screw it, I just
set off some place else.

You know, no mortgages
and all that crap.

Just somewhere that
was mine, forever.

(gentle piano music)

- It does sound good actually.

- Hey.

Promise me you're gonna visit.

- Please, you'll be needing
a spare room just for me.

(somber piano music)

- All right, where
the hell is Reese?

Come on, it's gotta
be his turn now.

- Do you want me to
give him a shout?

- Him and Kasey are
sleeping upstairs.

Separately.

- I wish those two
never hooked up.

It's really messed up
with the group dynamics.

- Yeah.

Well Reese has been in a
sulk this whole holiday.

- Yeah, he can be a right
dick when he's in a mood.

- Don't do the same mistake.

- What?

- Kasey?

It's really hard to go back
once you've crossed that line.

Just saying.

- I need a drink.

- He should really let
this Kasey thing go.

- Honestly, just
leave him to it.

You know, if those three want
to implode on each other,

then so be it, and
great, more money for us.

(suspenseful music)

- [Kasey] Sean?

Sean!

- Thank you.

- [Kasey] Thank you.

- Just like in uni.

- Though no one's
drinking gin out of a pan.

- That's enough,
I'm not that hungry.

- Oh then, pass it over here.

'Cause some of us have
worked up an appetite

digging a fucking grave.

I am getting the wine.

- Careful, last time we all
sat around drinking wine

Mia hatched a criminal plot.

- Well what can I say?

It brings out my devious side.

- What's it gonna be this time?

Grand theft auto?

What's a little murder
between friends?

- Any update from Eddie?

- Radio silence.

- I don't see why he
didn't come sooner.

- I don't think he really
believed we'd pull it off.

- Can you blame him?

- I didn't think we'd
pull it off either.

- And yet, here we are.

- Yeah well, he better hurry up,

'cause this place is
giving me the creeps.

- We still have to finish
up outside tonight, too.

- Even better, I just
want to get out of here.

- Yeah we all do.

- Well, let's hope I
don't go stir crazy.

- Read a book, take
your mind off it.

- Yeah 'cause you can talk.

All work and no play makes
Reese a very dull boy, yeah.

- Then go stretch your
legs after we've eaten.

- [Mia] Yeah well, if you
do, don't wander too far,

it's getting to be dark.

- And?

- Don't tell me you're scared.

- Only of tripping over a
root and breaking my neck.

- Not sure there's enough
room in the woodshed for two.

(laughing)

- I can't believe
you just said that.

- You know, my dad told me a
creepy story about those woods.

- Okay, let me guess.

It is the jilted ghost
of a woman in white

who lurks the hallways looking
to avenge her former lover.

- I can get behind that.

- How about, just got
it, it's better, okay?

It is haunted by a dead
soldier from the war.

And sometimes, at night,
if you listen very closely

you can hear his
parachute harness

jangling from the
branches above you.

- That's not scary, ghosts
have gotta be from like,

like olden times.

- Okay, what, are you like 12?

World War II is olden days.

- Okay, just let me tell
you the actual story.

- [Sean] Here we go.

- So there's this stone
in the middle of the wood

called the witch's needle.

Apparently they buried
an old witch there,

and put this huge stone
on top of it to stop her

climbing out of her grave.

The story goes that one night,

two teenagers were
walking in the woods

when they start
hearing footsteps on
the path behind them.

At first, they don't
really think much about it.

There's loads of
villagers around.

But then, their
torches goes out.

And as they stand
there in the darkness,

the footsteps get
closer and closer.

It's pitch black.

And suddenly, they can feel it,

breathing on the
back of their necks.

The one with the torch
desperately presses the switch,

when suddenly,
finally, it gets on.

Only now, he's the only
one standing in the woods.

His friend has vanished.

He panics and starts running,
desperate to get out.

And then, he hears it again.

Footsteps on the
path behind him.

(door slams loudly)

- Scared, Zan?

- [Zander] Piss off.

- Don't really see what that's
got to do with a dead witch.

- Well, some things
just can't stay buried.

- [Reese] Well that's shit.

- [Kasey] Well go on then,
you tell a better one.

- That stuff's all for kids.

- [Zander] Killjoy.

- Yeah, come on, it's
just a bit of stupid fun.

- Funny, I'm not allowed
to use that excuse.

- Nice going.

- Kasey.
- What?

- Well Kasey.

Why can't you just
keep your mouth shut?

- [Kasey] Hi.

- I am knackered.

- Being a criminal really
takes it out of you.

- I don't mean that.

I just cooked for five people.

I don't know how my mom
did it for so many years.

Listen,

I wanted to ask you.

Louis, what happened?

- Reese said he was slow
coming out the door.

Guard saw him.

- So you weren't there?

- I'd gone to get the
car, that was my job.

But why does this matter?

- Just something Reese said.

- You are beyond paranoid?

- Can you blame me?

This whole thing has turned
into a fucking nightmare.

It was meant to be easy,

and now we have a
body on our hands.

- Please, don't.

- How do you seem
so okay with it all?

- I'm not okay with this.

Of course I'm not, but you
know I need that money, my mom.

It was an accident,
what happened to Louis.

I wish he was still alive, I
wish none of it had happened,

but, I just keep thinking
that this is going

to save my mom's life.

- Do you trust Reese?

- Why?

- None of this has turned
out how we expected,

and that makes people
do stupid things.

- You two used to be best mates.

- Yeah well, lately I've seen
what kind of a man he is.

How can someone who
says that they love you

just throw you away like that?

He'll be kicking
himself in no time.

Okay, he dumped you just
before you struck it rich.

That makes him an utter moron.

- Yeah.

- But you liked him, okay?

You made a move and it
didn't work out, so what?

It's always the stuff you
don't do that you regret more.

Not the stuff that you do.

Whoa, I thought, Reese--

- Do you really want to be
thinking about him right now?

(intense piano music)

(heavy breathing and moaning)

(frightening piano music)

- [Mia] What?

- That, why do you do that?

Why do you that?

What's his problem?

- How long do you have?

(heavy breathing and moaning)

(ominous music)

(breathes heavily)

- Mia?

What about this one?

- I think my mom got it
in a second hand shop.

- Oh, it's nothing special then.

- [Mia] Nah.

- No?

So why hasn't your dad
pimped out this place yet?

- He hates coming here.

Rarely does if he can avoid it.

He keeps telling about
selling the house,

although it was my
mom's favorite place.

Like he gives a shit, I suppose.

- Wanker.

- Yeah.

I mean, honestly,

it was like seven
months after she died

that he tells me he's
seeing someone new.

- Well if my dad did that, I
would never speak to him again.

- Yeah well, hopefully
I'll never have to.

Ever again.

Enough talk about that tosser,
do you want another drink?

- Yeah.

(loud pounding and mumbling)

- [Mia] The fuck?

Are you joking?

- [Reese] He's gone!

- What?

- [Reese] Louie, he's gone.

- Wait, wait, wait, what
do you mean he's gone?

- I mean he's not fucking there.

(ominous music)

See?

- Reese, what did you do?

- [Reese] I haven't
fucking touched him.

- Who would do that?

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's gone!

- [Kasey] What's going on?

- [Mia] Get over here!

- But he was just here,
I don't understanding.

- How could he move, when?

- Reese just noticed it now,
didn't you hear him shouting?

- [Kasey] Are you
fucking with us?

- What?

- I swear to God if
you've moved him--

- [Reese] Why the
hell would I do that?

- Oh I can think
of a few reasons.

- You really think that I would,

you must have gone
fucking mental.

- No, no, no, wait,
wait, wait, maybe, maybe,

maybe a wild animal took him.

Well come on, we are in
the middle of nowhere.

- We're still in fucking France.

- Yeah, I know we're in France,

but there are still like
foxes, or a dog maybe?

- Oh you think a dog
just dragged him off?

- Yeah, well how
would you explain it?

What do you suggest?

- Wait, wait, wait.

What if he walked away?

- You really have lost it.

- I mean, what if
he wasn't dead?

- No, I checked his
pulse, he was dead.

- Yeah, but you're not
a nurse though, are you?

Maybe you did it wrong?

- No, I checked his pulse.

He was dead.

There's no way.

- Oh fuck.

- Louis?

Louis!

Louis.

- Fucking pointless.

- [Mia] Louis!

- Louis!

Louis!

- You rushed off earlier.

- I could hear them downstairs,
I didn't want to wake you.

- You could've waited for me.

- Don't get your
knickers in a twist.

- If you woke up out here,
all alone, where would you go?

- Don't know.

I doubt he knows where he is,

or if he can even
think straight at all.

- We have to find him.

If someone else
gets to him first--

- I know, I know.

- [Sean] We should've made sure.

- Well we thought we did.

- Well not like that.

I'd do anything
for you, you know?

- What?

- You I would do--

- [Kasey] Zan!

Any luck?

- Nope.

And Mia is about to call
a fingerprint search

so, thought I'd come
this way to hide.

- [Sean] Okay, this leads down
to the river, so we'll go--

- [Zander] Cool, yeah,
I'll come with you.

- [Kasey] Okay, wait for me.

- Why did no one think
just to toss him in here?

That would've been the
easiest solution, right?

- I'll remember that
next time I've got

a dead body on my hands.

(loud screeching)

What the fuck was that?

- A fox.

- What?

- You've never heard one before?

I hear them all the time
when I'm coming home

after a late shift.

- Yeah, but that is
a creepy fucking fox.

(loud screeching)

- Sounds like a girl screaming.

- Listen to it.

You hear how the
sound stays the same?

People don't scream like that.

(loud screeching)

(ominous music)

- Wait guys, what is that?

- [Kasey] Zan, be careful!

- It'll be fine, it'll
be fine, I've got it,

I'll be right back.

- [Kasey] Zan!

- [Sean] Are you all right?

- Fucks sake!

- [Kasey] Zan are you okay?

- I'm fine!

I've got it.

- Good.

Now come back.

- Do you think this
is Louis' shoe?

- Like I can remember
what shoes he had on.

- Well it has to be, right?

- Well then how'd it get
all the way over here?

- What is that?

- Nothing, just a
piece of twig, come on,

let's get you back to the house

before you die of hypothermia.

- You go, I'll keep looking.

- Oh no you don't.

It'll be dark soon,
you'll be no use

to anyone out here
in the pitch black.

- Yep, and you don't
want to be eaten up

by that evil witch ghost
either, so come on.

- Not now that we have a
zombie to contend with.

Oh, don't hug me!

Stop, God, stop it!

- What happened to you?

- Decided to go for a
little swim, didn't you Zan?

- Any sign of Louis?

Maybe if we look
tomorrow morning?

- Okay.

- Is there any point?

- Well he's gotta be
around here somewhere.

(gentle piano music)

So what about down there?

- Where?
- Did you check there?

- [Zander] Yeah, yeah,
right there, I did, yeah.

- There's someone in the house!

Louis?

You're here?

- Mia, I don't
think anyone's here.

- It has to be.

- Look, you could've
see me, I was up here.

- It wasn't you, someone
else was behind you.

- I didn't see anyone.

- Well I know what I saw.

- Look, Mia, I
know you want Louis

but this is getting
ridiculous now.

- Someone was up
here, I swear to God.

- Are you sure it wasn't Reese?

- Yeah, yeah, maybe
it was a reflection,

or I don't know, maybe--

- Why don't you believe me?

Someone was here,
Louis was up here.

- Are you sure it was Louis?

- It was just for a
second, but it has to be.

- Mia I'm just saying,
if it was Louis,

why would he hide from us?

- Look.

I know how much you want
to find Louis, we all do.

But he's not here.

- Then someone else
is in the house.

We have to go.

- Wait, wait, wait,
you can't be serious.

- We have to leave.

We have to leave now.

- Wait, wait.

We'll search the house.

We'll see if
anyone's here, okay?

- [Mia] No, we have to go.

- And go where?

Okay, that painting is
useless without Eddie,

we can't just leave--
- We could just grab it

and leave.
- We're staying.

Okay, you can go if you want,

but that painting is
staying right here.

I'm not running off just because

you've freaked yourself out.

- Okay, okay, wait, wait, wait,

Mia, they are right,
we can't leave.

We'll search the house,
we'll go room to room.

- Will that make you happy?

- It's not about me being happy.

- But if we search the house
and there's no one here,

will you agree to stay?

- Fine, we'll do it your way.

- All right, cool, okay,
you guys stay here.

Sean and I will
check the bedrooms.

- Well no, no, no, we
should be sticking together,

it's gonna be safer.

- Yeah but this way, you can
keep an eye on the stairs,

and that will stop the risk
of anyone getting past us.

- All right, well can
we start with my room?

I want to put some
dry clothes on.

- Come here.

(ominous music)

It's gonna be fine.

(loud screeching)

- Guys, come on, get
out, I've gotta change.

- Okay.

See ya.

Right, that's just--

Lots of places to hide up here.

(soft, frightening music)

- [Reese] Nothing?

- No.

What exactly is their plan
if they do find someone?

- Depends who it is, I guess.

- There's no one here.

- You said we'd look properly.

- You know I'm right.

- No one.

- Happy now?

- Come on, let's
get you a drink.

- I'll check downstairs.

(soft, ominous music)

(loud screeching)

Oh hey, wait, question.

What is French for,

thank you for the
help with the search?

- You were out looking
for a dead guy.

There's gotta be
a Chinese proverb

about futility in
there somewhere.

- Yeah but, it beats sitting
around here doing nothing.

Besides, what if Mia is right?

What if he's out there?

- He's dead, I was there.

I saw how much blood he lost.

- All right, so how would
you explain what's going on?

- Either it was a wild animal--

- No, because when I suggested
that you all laughed at me.

- Or something moved him.

(mischievous music)

- But who?

- Exactly.

Now I was in my room all
day, so for all I know,

any one of you could
have slipped out.

- But Mia and I were
down here the whole time.

- Of course you wouldn't
be lying about that--

- No, I wouldn't be
lying about that,

why would anyone be lying?

- Because all bets are off now.

We fucked up, the second Louis
got shot, the plan changed.

- Okay, so,

so we take the cars and
we hop on the next ferry.

We could be home by this
time tomorrow, right?

- Not without Eddie.

- Yeah but we don't need him.

- Do you know how to
sell a stolen painting?

- You win, how do we actually
know he's even coming?

You know, like you just
said, the whole game changed.

- He has to.

'Cause if he doesn't,
we're fucked.

- [Kasey] What?

What do you want?

- Do you trust the others?

- Of course I do.

- Even now, after
everything that's happened?

- We don't know anyone else's--

- Reese took the guard's gun.

Did you know that?

- What?

- He tried hiding it from us.

- How do you know?

- Because I found it.

- You took it?

- Well I didn't want
to just leave it.

- Oh, so you thought it would be

a good idea just to take it.

- He tried hiding it from
us in the first place.

- Why would you take it?

You don't know how
to use a fucking gun.

- I don't trust him with it.

- You are like a dog with
a bone, I swear to God.

- I can't just sit downstairs
knowing he has a weapon

stashed up here.

- You need to let this go,
okay, I can handle him.

- I'm just trying to protect us.

- Sean there is no us.

(soft piano music)

Mia, you in here?

- [Mia] Up here.

- What are you doing up there?

- [Mia] Nothing, just sitting.

- Brought you some tea.

- Thank you.

You all think I'm
a liar, don't you?

- Of course we don't.

I just know how badly
you want to find him.

- We should have never
gone to him, if he hadn't--

- None of this would've
been possible without him.

Those CCTV tapes would've
been the end of us.

- Still, I'm the one
who got him involved.

I'm the one who picked him.

He was always so kind to me.

I remember, the
first time we met,

me and my dad had just
had this massive argument

and he found me outside
in the car park.

He told me that he and his dad

used to have
shouting matches too,

but that I was louder
than any of them.

(gentle music)

I knew it'd be easy to
persuade him to join us.

- You cannot blame yourself,
this was his choice.

- What if he's still out there?

- [Kasey] You can't
think like that.

- Do you really think, I mean,

that he was--

- I'm sorry.

- What if we're wrong?

What if he's still out there?

- I helped Reese put
him into that car.

And even then, he just
wasn't there anymore.

I wish I was wrong,
but there was no way

he could've survived that.

(sobbing softly)

- He must have been so scared.

And it's all my fault.

- It might be a better idea
to keep a watch on the house,

than the road.

- [Reese] Mia's
just feeling guilty.

- We're all responsible.

- [Reese] Some of us are
more responsible than others.

- You were all in favor
of this stupid heist

even before the facts, and now,

you can't stop
shifting the blame.

Do you know what your
problem is Reese?

You always want
what you can't have,

and the second you get something
you don't want it anymore.

- Sean, leave it.

- No, he should hear this.

Do you know what you are Reese?

You're a coward, always
too scared to try.

- Yeah?

And what does that make you?

- A man who gets what he wants.

- [Zander] Where are you going?

- [Reese] Out.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- [Kasey] There you are.

- Didn't realize you
were looking for me.

- What are you doing out here?

- I just needed some air.

- Are these yours?

You are unbelievable.

- Kasey, they're not mine.

- After everything
you said to me?

All those promises you made?

- I swear to God
they're not mine.

- Oh, then whose are they, huh?

You're the only one
out of us who smokes,

never mind specific brand.

Jesus Reese, you're
so full of shit.

- Kasey please--

- You knew how much
it meant to me.

After everything I
watched my mom go through

and my dad powerless to help,

you really didn't mean a
single fucking word, did you?

- I don't know how they got
there, if you just let me--

(frightening music)

- [Kasey] The fuck
are you doing?

- [Zander] Eddie, thank Christ.

- It's not him.

- [Zander] What, then who is it?

- I've no idea.

- Shit, fuck, what
if it's the police?

- Doesn't look like the police.

Where the fuck is Eddie?

- Go out and talk to him.

- What?

- It's your house, right?

So you have nothing to hide.

Go out and see who it is.

- What am I meant to say?

- Anything, just
get him to go away.

- Go on.

(soft, suspenseful music)

- Who the fuck are you?

- I was going to ask
you the same question.

- What are you doing here?

- I live here,
what's your excuse?

- I know the owner, he's a mate.

- [Mia] He's not
here, you better go.

- Now wait a second,
I've driven all this way,

I promised Layla I'd
take her somewhere nice.

- You better take
her somewhere else.

You're trespassing.

- No, no, no, wait a second.

Charles said this
place was empty.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I think you're the
one trespassing.

Look, you let me get
on with my business,

and I'll leave you to yours.

No one needs to know, all right?

- Leave now.

- Layla, come on babe!

- Stop!

- What's going on?

- [Mia] He wouldn't listen.

- All right mate, don't worry.

I'm not here to interrupt
your little party.

- If I were you, I'd listen
to when a lady says no.

- Like I said to your bird, I
don't give a shit who you are.

See, I know the owner,
and he lets me stop over

when I'm in the area,
and I was in the area,

so here I am.

- She gave you a chance
to leave, remember that.

- Just get out of
the fucking way.

Whoa, fucking hell, boy!

- Turn around, and
drive out of here.

- Have you fucking lost it?

- Do it while you still can.

(intense, suspenseful music)

I said leave!

- All right, all
right, fucking hell!

Your man's mental,
you know that?

- [Mia] Just leave!

- All right, I'm going.

But I'd be careful
around him if I were you.

- Where the hell
did you get that?

- Ask Reese.

(car engine growls)

- You stole it.

- [Sean] You
shouldn't have hid it.

- Why did anyone have a gun?

- What were you
gonna do with it?

- I've just saved us
from that asshole,

you should be thanking me.

- What if he comes back?

- Then I'll sort
him out for real.

- Oh Christ, listen to yourself.

- Give it to me.

- Fat chance.

- I'm serious Sean.

- So am I, okay?

You don't get to be the
one in charge anymore.

How do we even know you're
telling the truth about Louis?

How do we know that
you didn't do him in?

- What the fuck
are you on about?

- No one else saw it
happen, and with him gone,

we all get a bigger cut
of the money, don't we?

- An idea which was originally
yours, if I remember.

- I'm greedy, what can I say?

But we know that I
didn't kill anyone.

- Can both of you
calm the fuck down?

- You want to ask
questions, yeah?

You want to ask questions?

Who moved Louis?

Because I was in my room
all day, where were you?

- Fucking Kasey,
if you must know.

- Stop it, Sean.

- [Sean] Funny, that's not
what you were saying earlier.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
I think we all

need to take a minute here.

- When we get back to
England, I want you out.

You can go back to your mom,
if she'll fucking take you.

Fuck you!

- Fine, you don't ever
need to see me again.

Once I get my money, I'm gone.

- You're all unbelievable.

The whole point of that stupid
plan was to change our lives.

- Yeah, well, things are
definitely different now.

(soft piano music)

- You have impeccable
taste in men.

- [Kasey] Yeah, just Zander
left and I've got the full set.

- Mia wouldn't speak
to you ever again.

- [Kasey] Best not then.

- You know I didn't have
anything to do with Louis.

You believe me?

- I don't know what to believe.

I just want to go to bed
and wake up weeks from now.

- This whole thing
was a mistake.

- Do you mean the painting, or?

- [Sean] What the
hell are you doing?

- [Zander] Look, I was
just gonna move it.

- Why the hell
would you do that?

- I can see where this
is headed, you know?

You and Reese, one
more wrong word,

and one of you's
gonna snap, so I just,

just thought I'd put
it somewhere safe.

- I see.

(ominous music)

- Look, I thought that way,

you'd both have to sit
and wait out for Eddie

and not take matters
into your own hands.

- And that's exactly what
you're doing, isn't it?

- Fuck off.

- Jesus, Zan, it's only me.

- Yeah, I know.

- I don't think the others
would take too kindly

to know what you're doing.

- And yet you haven't
shouted for any of them, so.

- I was hoping we could sort
this out between ourselves.

- Can you explain to me
why exactly you're up here?

(car engine growls)

- Shit!

(suspenseful music)

Police are outside!

- What?

- Get the lights!

- What are they doing here?

- [Sean] Get down!

(soft thumping)

- The doors, are they locked?

(suspenseful music)

- [Kasey] What's going on?

- [Reese] Police!

(gravel crunches softly)

(banging on door)

(shouting in French)

(banging on door)

(shouting in French)

(banging on door)

- Do you think that drunk
bastard called them?

- Why did Sean have to go
waving that gun around?

- Okay we have to get
out of here, screw Eddie.

- He's gone around the corner.

Fuck.

Go, go, move!

(frightening music)

(muffled screaming)

- Stop moving.

- [Zander] Sean!

- Quit moving.

I'm gonna take my
hand away, all right?

Don't make a fucking sound.

- Jesus, what is the
matter, we need to go.

- No, no, no, no one is
going to the police, okay?

I've not come this fucking
far to get arrested.

(sobbing)

- Mia.

- Don't you fucking dare.

(car engine growls)

(soft sobbing)

- [Kasey] No, no, no,
Mia, what happened?

- We need to go, we need to go.

- [Kasey] Well who
did this to her?

- She was right, there's
someone else here.

- The police, why didn't you--

- I knew it was him,
he wouldn't let me.

- We have to go, right now.

- [Zander] What about Mia?

- We have to leave her.

- [Reese] What?

- Right now, we have to go.

- Not without the painting.

- What are you fucking kidding?

- [Kasey] She's
dead because of it,

I'm not just gonna
leave it here.

- [Reese] It's upstairs.

- [Kasey] So let's go get it.

- No fucking way, I'm
not going up there, no.

- Okay.

Reese, take Zander
and get the car.

Kasey and I will meet you
outside with the painting.

Okay?

- Move.

(ominous music)

Stand watch.

- Halfway there.

(car engine squeals)

- Come on, come on, come on!

No, no, no, please, please!

- No, no, no, what's
going on, what's going on?

- Get the engine,
get the engine.

- No, no I'm not
going out there.

(car engine squeals)

Fuck.

(heavy breathing)

(loud thud)

(screams wildly)

- Oh fuck!

(frightening music)

(ragged breathing)

- No one.

There's nothing to worry about.

We give this painting to
Eddie, and he'll let us go.

- Let us go?

Wait, Eddie's here?

Oh, you're helping him?

(suspenseful piano music)

- Kasey, open the fucking door.

(pounds loudly)

Kasey!

Fuck!

(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

- Oh fuck, fuck.

(frightening music)

(soft pounding)

- [Reese] Kasey!

Kasey, Kasey!

- Reese, Reese, we have
to get out of here!

- There's someone out
there, he got Zander.

- I know, I know, Sean
might be working with him.

- What?
- Come on, we have to go!

(muffled shouting)

- [Kasey] Whoa, whoa, whoa,

please, please, please.
- Shut the fuck up,

shut the fuck up!

- Please just let him.

Eddie, no, please.

- Where's the painting, Kasey?

Where's the fucking painting?

- [Kasey] Please
just let him go!

(screaming)

(frightened gasp)

- Don't make me ask you again.

- Okay, okay.

It's in the kitchen.

(suspenseful music)

(breathes heavily)

- You check that way.

- Kasey!

Just come out.

We only want the painting.

Kasey I swear to God!

(struggled grunting)

Don't you fucking move.

Where's the painting?

I know you've
hidden it somewhere.

- Go fuck yourself.

(gun clicks)

I told you you didn't know
how to use a fucking gun.

(pained shout)

(coughs)

(breathes heavily)

(suspenseful music)

- [Eddie] Fuck!

Sean!

Where the fuck are you?

(suspenseful music)

- [Kasey] Fuck.

(frightening music)

- Bitch!
(Kasey screams)

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

The fuck have you done?

(grunts softly)

(suspenseful music)

(loud thud)

(giggles maniacally)

(soft thud)

- Kasey.

(gentle music)

- [Kasey] Are you okay?

- No.

You?

- No.

- I was so scared
you'd, is Sean?

- Come to France, you said.

It'll be fun, you said.

- Well let's never listen to
a word I say ever again, okay?

- Deal.

Oh fuck.

- The painting.

- Just leave it.

- But you can't just--

- I thought we weren't
listening to you anymore?

- After everything?

- It doesn't matter.

(gentle piano music)

- [Reese] What's French
for take us to a hospital?

- [Kasey] I think he'll get it.

(speaking in French)

(mischievous music)